Memories are another name of expectations. And expectations are the name of disappointment. But disappointment is torturous.
Therefore, one way to describe memories is torture. The good, the bad, or just a plain memory, all bring unbearable torture with it.
But we often ignore the reality we are living in for the memories we hold dear of the past. And then one day, the same reality turns into another memory we hope to live again. The endless cycle doesn't end. Because we don't stop looking back and time doesn't stop looking forward.
He Jian was living that torture of memories.
Seeing him leave abruptly, Xu Mey got up intending to follow. Ye Jie held her wrist with a questioning gaze. She rummaged out her cell phone, clicked a few times and gave it to Ye Jie before following He Jian.
Ye Jie looked at her cell phone screen with a frown. Not knowing what she was intending to do. But his frown was instantly smoothened out when the screen displayed the beautiful scene.
