The surroundings turned quiet as Xia Qingyi's head started to hurt. She could see her twelve-year-old self standing by the road, staring at a silhouette that kept walking further and further away. She walked alone on the empty road, as the sounds of her wanton crying and the howling wind rang in her ears. She could no longer see the silhouette in the distance and she cried louder. Suddenly, she heard someone shouting from behind her. She turned back and saw the woman that she had met earlier.
It was obvious that she was younger than she was now. She was wearing a yellow dress and ran over to hug her as she said, "Let's go home. Let's go home."
This was the first time she had contact with her memories from the past.
It was very clear to Xia Qingyi that they were her real memories and not what Han Liang had shown her with the photo, not what Xiao Mei had told her, and definitely not what she had carelessly assumed to be her memories.
