Her dress was in disarray, revealing a portion of her collarbone and skin. Light and heavy bruises and red marks were scattered across her body, a testament to their passion.
Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, she saw a bewitching purple mark over the girl's heart.
He was wrong.
She still loved him.
An Jin placed a hand on the window and closed her eyes. She never intended to abandon Ze Sheng after choosing Mi Yin and the others.
The reason she hadn't spoken then was that she had just received two sets of memories, along with the entangled emotions of two lifetimes. Her brain, overloaded in such a short time, couldn't choose between them.
Even now, she couldn't make a decision she was satisfied with.
But she'd faintly heard the words "I don't have time left." Was it a hallucination before she passed out? Or was it Ze Sheng's soft whisper?
'What does that mean?'
An Jin couldn't make heads or tails of it.
In the end, she went back.
