I don't know if it's Mù Qiānxún's intuition, but she always felt that there was something strange about what happened back then.
And Qin Mo's attitude.
Bai Qingche's life and death.
Misunderstanding.
There seems to be a shocking conspiracy in all of this.
Qin Mo sat there for a long, long time, his face ashen yet cold.
It was unclear how much time passed, and Mù Qiānxún's legs became numb from sitting.
Only then did Qin Mo's voice tremble slightly, "Do you remember... the day she left, when was it? What did she say?"
Mù Qiānxún carefully thought back.
Too many years had passed, and she was too young at that time; her memory had become blurred.
She couldn't recall the exact date.
It would be easier if it was a holiday...
Mù Qiānxún suddenly shook with realization, "I remember now, it was the seventh of July, seven years ago, on the solar calendar. She said she was going to meet someone very important. In Xiangsi... some place."
"... A Lifetime of Longing."
