Especially since she had personally experienced it back then…
In the end, Lu Yunge could only say, "Go to bed."
For a long time after the call ended, Lu Haiqiao remained leaning against the wall.
She looked up when she heard a faint sound outside the window.
The rain that had just stopped fell again.
The initially fine drizzle gradually turned into a downpour.
Bean-sized raindrops pattered against the glass window, making pitter-patter sounds.
Lu Haiqiao stared at the window for a while before turning around and entering the bathroom.
Standing there, she turned on the shower and let the warm water wash over her body from head to toe.
How good would it be if her memories could be washed away by water like this?
Unfortunately, that wasn't how it worked.
Even if she didn't mention or think about them, some things would forever be imprinted in her heart like a red-hot brand.
It hurt when she touched it.
