Li Yi followed Qian Qian's footsteps hurriedly. At this moment, she turned her gaze and suddenly saw a large poster hanging outside.
There was a picture of a person printed on the poster, Tong Da.
Li Yi's pupils constricted and her eyes lost focus instantly.
It had been seven years. How long were seven years? It was so long that she felt that it had been a few centuries. However, every detail of what had happened in that room that night made her feel as if it had just happened yesterday.
She took shower every day for the past seven years. Sometimes, she would take a few showers and rub off a few layers of her skin, but she still felt dirty.
She was so dirty that she could not stand it anymore.
Her youth was like a white dove that had been released from her hands. Before she could fly, her wings were broken and she fell into the dust.
Li Yi did not know where she was now. She followed Qian Qian's footsteps and ran... until she stopped.
