Sometimes, when Meng Xi'er walked down the street with Meng Zichen, she would see her reflection in the glass windows. When she saw the vacant look in the eyes of the woman in the glass, she belatedly realized that she had actually forgotten nothing.
Some things, she tried to forget deliberately, but only in the dead of the night, when tears would stream down her face, would she realize in a daze that she had never truly forgotten anything.
That night, she woke up crying once again. The sound of an exploding plane echoed in her ears, followed by the cold, deep voice of a man: "Xixi, my feelings for you ..... are genuine. Would you trust me one more time?"
She reached out for the lamp and turned it on, breathing heavily.
The wind was howling outside the window, her tears were unstoppable, and her heart pounded like thunder as she sat on the bed.
She was still missing him after all.
Those words were probably going to be her lifelong nightmare.
