Gu Jiajia cried in Tang Huai's arms for a long time.
Gu Jiajia's sadness was also a torment for Tang Huai.
She didn't know if when someone dies, they would cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po's soup, as the legends say.
In the past, she never believed in legends, but ever since she was reborn, not only legends but even superstitions, she believed it all.
What in this world could be more fantastical than rebirth?
If only Jing Hua could return from the dead or travel back in time to find the girl who loved him deeply, how wonderful would that be?
Gu Jiajia loved him too deeply, too obsessively, not knowing how long it would take to heal from her grief...
But.
No matter how painful and sorrowful the days are, they still have to pass.
Gu Jiajia muddled through half a month...
Time moved to November 27 on the solar calendar, winter began.
In the south, when the daytime sun shines brightly, the temperature is still comfortable, but at night, it's damp and chilly.
