In the evening, Su Fanxing came out after taking a bath.
The sky outside was pitch-black, and Su Fanxing stared at it for a while as the cool breeze lifted the necklace in her hand, causing her to look down at it.
The little silver lock was only the size of a pinky finger, appearing very mini and cute, her fingertips rubbing against the surface of the silver lock.
"Have I seen it before?"
The light in Su Fanxing's eyes dimmed, and she felt a bit uncomfortable at the bottom of her heart.
It wasn't the feeling that the silver lock gave her, but the feeling that she seemed to have forgotten something very important.
The winter wind was somewhat bone-chilling, cutting across the cheeks like a knife, yet also sobering.
But it couldn't help her remember anything, and Su Fanxing yawned, no longer daring to stand by the window to feel the wind.
Closing the window, she returned to the bed and held it.
