"Thank you," she nodded, thanked, and then turned to walk towards the alley entrance.
Watching her silhouette under the lights, Tang Yuyan did not move for a long time.
Suddenly, her expression became vacant, and the originally tall and slender figure gradually turned into a shorter one, like that of a five- or six-year-old girl. Foreign fragments of memory flashed through her mind, causing Tang Yuyan to wince in pain.
The car accident had happened twelve years ago, but the thought of it still caused her head to throb excruciatingly.
She always felt that at that time, during that period, something had vanished from her life's memory, but every attempt to recall it ended in failure.
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
Seeing that she hadn't moved, little Nangong Xi couldn't help but look up, only to see his mother's face looking unwell under the night sky.
After a while, the splitting headache finally began to subside.
