"Didn't we agree not to think about it anymore?" Nan Mengqian lifted her cheeks, only to see Ji Yun tightly closing his eyes.
She didn't know whether he was afraid to face himself or couldn't bear to look directly at the sinking sun.
Ji Yun didn't know why at that moment, those memories he had forgotten for self-protection surged up; perhaps his body was telling him that temporary forgetting was just for a better life, and when adjusted to a better state, some unforgettable things ultimately wouldn't be lost...
Repairing the incomplete paintings in the room was also slowly mending his own heart.
"Ji Yun, open your eyes." Nan Mengqian felt Ji Yun's body trembling, as if his shell and soul were separating.
This was a sign that a cocoon of the heart was about to form!
And Nan Mengqian knew that once a person was bound by their heart's cocoon, their soul would fall into an endless abyss, leaving only a mechanical shell in this world...
