The next moment.
Qin Yiren shivered, tossing her phone away as if shocked.
Watching those tumultuous words disappear from view, she curled up motionless on the big bed, her forehead against her knees in silent contemplation.
As if the amnesia back then was not within her choice, she equally felt powerless over the present loss of control.
Unable to bear the absurdity of fate, Qin Yiren bit her lower lip with her white teeth, raising a hand to feel the cold traces of tears on her face.
Even without a mirror, she could imagine the complex expression on her face.
Clutching those cold tears in her palm, Qin Yiren was acutely aware as never before that perhaps her time with Bo Jinghang had already begun its countdown.
So...
Some things can't be delved into, nor is there time.
Sitting quietly for a moment, the phone on the carpet refused solitude, beeping twice, distinctly different from the notification tones in games.
