Zhong Tingyue clicked "Select All," intending to completely delete her chat history with Li Yuan.
Yet, a resolute voice kept echoing in her mind, stopping her. Her hand hovered in the air, unable to press down for a long time.
How I wish I could erase everything we had, but I just can't bring myself to do it. These are my only happy memories, even though I'm now covered in scars.
Zhong Tingyue glanced again at the last message from Li Yuan, sent ten minutes ago.
[Little Moon, the story I told you has a prequel and an ending song. I hope that one day, I can tell you about them in person—Li Yuan]
Reading his message, Zhong Tingyue's once-dead heart revived slightly as a voice inside her pleaded relentlessly.
Little Moon, give him another chance. A story needs a beginning and an end, and he still owes you that one request.
Whatever happens, give yourself, give this love story, a proper ending.
An unreadable emotion flashed through Zhong Tingyue's swollen, red eyes.
