Why did it become like this?
Why...
He looked at Qin Youran, eyes confused, but the previous admiration and obsession were gone, leaving only deep disappointment...
That's right...
It's not that Qin Youran changed so much... but that he has always been living in his own world.
How could he think that memory never deceives?
How dare he think the warmth in his mind is the living person in front of him?
He thought he was the lucky one with some prophetic memory, who knew that fate only toys with those who are conceited!
Ji Li forgot how he walked out of the visiting room, only remembering the winter sunlight stinging his eyes.
The unwilling roar of Qin Youran still seemed to linger in his ears...
He stood under the sycamore tree outside the high walls of the prison, motionless for a long time. The wind brushed his cheeks, carrying a chill, yet strangely blew away the fog that had been clouding his mind for a long time.
