Yan Huan was sleeping soundly at first, but when she opened her eyes, she thought that she would never come here again. However, she came here again, and compared to the last time, she seemed to have calmed down a lot.
She could lie to others, she could lie to anyone, but she could not lie to herself.
There were some things that she could feel.
And there were some things that she could not know.
She pulled the door open, hesitated, and finally walked in. She stood to the side, watching the unconscious woman on the bed, and the face that she could not be more familiar with.
Was it you?
She asked.
Was it her?
She asked again.
Was it me?
She admitted.
No matter how close she got, no matter how unfamiliar a woman’s facial features were, she could still feel that this was not her current self. This was because she did not have any mature worldly wisdom in her body. She could not achieve this.
