Yan Yueqing's vision went white.
The face of Su Zihu in her memory was rapidly merging with the person before her eyes.
It was like coloring in a picture, each angle meticulously filling in with flesh and blood, gradually forming the most realistic appearance.
She supported her head, not daring to interrupt the return of this segment of memory, allowing the explosive thoughts to fill her mind.
Sweat beaded painfully on her forehead.
Jun Lii was getting frantic, "Yueqing."
His husky voice, like a small boat leading the way in a galaxy of stars,
Slowly sailed from a distant place, stopping before her.
It seemed as though a pair of gentle hands reached out, "Ah Xing, I'll take you home."
She opened her eyes.
And locked gaze with Jun Lii's anxious dark pupils.
Yan Yueqing could not describe the feeling at that moment, as if a piece of her heart, lost for so long, had wandered outside for ages, returning to her body with vibrant life force.
Thump—
Thump—
