On top of the two small red books lay a bullet pendant necklace.
Waves surged within his eyes, and it felt as if a giant stone weighed a thousand pounds on his chest, making each inch of his breath immensely difficult.
His heart constricted, and his fingers trembled as he picked up the bullet pendant.
"Shiyan, the surgery tomorrow will definitely be a success," he said.
"The brain surgery might cause me to lose my memory."
"If you forget me, I will come to find you."
"Do you promise?"
"It's a promise!"
Fu Shiyan leaned on the chair, his head throbbing with pain.
The words in his mind kept repeating, and some images engulfed him like a huge vortex.
He gritted his teeth in pain, and large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.
Suddenly, the final image in his mind froze.
It was a charming little face, smiling with two dimples at the corners of her lips.
An Yan.
She hadn't broken her promise; she had come to find him, bringing this necklace with her.
