Wen Shan, who was ready to hit the sack, got up from bed.
Nalan Chunbo hurriedly turned on the lights. "What's wrong?"
Wen Shan ignored Nalan Chunbo and continued typing.
Shanzi: [What do you mean?]
Born Optimist: [When Mu Qi came looking for me today, an image flashed across my eyes. You and me. We got hit by a car. Ding Junqi was the one behind the wheel.]
Shanzi: [Car accident?]
Shanzi: [Then, how should we explain why I have memories of sending you to the hospital? Ding Junqi was the one who brought us there too.]
Shanzi: [Moreover, that's after your suicide attempt.]
"Scattered memories," Nalan Chunbo interrupted in a low voice. "Everything that you remembered actually happened, but the parallel space might have messed up those memories."
Wen Shan looked at Nalan Chunbo who was sitting beside her. "So, Le Tian is actually…"
