After hanging up the phone, An Ziqi's face was already streaming with tears. She couldn't help but squat down and burst into sobs.
Thinking of Ningning, she wiped her tears away and got up.
This place was a bit remote, and after a long while, An Ziqi managed to hail down a car.
The driver looked at her drenched clothes, "Miss, are you okay?"
An Ziqi shook her head, gave an address, and turned to stare emptily out of the car window.
Her palm was clenched tight, and the pain from a pierced palm came in waves, reminding her of the difficult decision she had to make next.
Back in the city, she randomly picked a clothing store to buy a change of clothes and then found a hotel to rent a room.
She took out her phone, looked at it for a while, and dialed Simon.
Since the last time at the civil affairs bureau when Simon called her, they hadn't been in touch.
Before, she wanted to call Simon and ask what he had intended to say that day, and whether he had any clues about her memory.
