Tian Sangsang jumped off the bed in a flash. The noonday sun was quite strong, and a young man with a handsome side profile was leaning against the desk, writing something.
From the side, he was a handsome guy, with both looks and demeanor. His appearance wasn't scholarly, rather bold and expressive, yet carried an air of elegance.
"You're awake." The man looked over at her, his eyes slightly narrow, yet unexpectedly bright.
Something exploded in her mind. Like fireworks, bursting one by one, one after another.
Tian Sangsang had a splitting headache.
"1982, 1982..." Tian Sangsang was like an ant on a hot pan, going in circles, turning again and again, "Now it's 1984, I'm two years late, I'm two years late, ah ah ah ah ah!"
She dejectedly slapped her forehead, grabbed the photo from the bed, and quickly dashed out the door.
Lin Chong watched her storm out, thinking, is she going crazy again? He suddenly stood up, grabbed the bag she left behind, and rushed out.
