It was at this moment Wang Jing Hua walked out of the room with a blank expression. As she walked around, her face that was full of tears and sorrow slowly returned to a more passive one, as her memory blurred. But this time, Wang Jing Hua didn't want to forget. Taking out a small bottle from her pouch, Wang Jing Hua slowly nursed a bottle of wine, often pausing and just smelling the wine and letting tears fall from her eyes and dilute the wine before taking another sip.
Drinking like this, the more she drank the more sad she became, but at the very least her memories stayed strong with her for now, and with such a great emotional outburst, even if her memory was bad, she could still remember this memory for years to come even if her memory faded and the reasons why disappeared, she would always remember that feeling she had when Wang Jing Ti left.
