Wen Yi stayed in the top suite of the finest hotel in Jiang City, where the sea was just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sound of the waves was incessant, day and night. The rigor of her routine lifestyle had her waking up at a fixed time each day, even though she had been quite idle these days.
Yet, idleness is also a form of loneliness, isn't it?
When she heard Mo Shiqian's words, she laughed, her eyes blinking open and shut, her mind suddenly became hazy.
She had forgotten, hadn't she? Her once dream was to be a leisurely, well-off socialite wife, tending to plants, caring for children, and shopping. It seemed as distant as a past life, and now, upon recalling it, she could only grasp at blurry impressions.
"If you didn't say it, I would have hardly remembered."
