Xia Yunsheng slept for a day, and then for a night...
Feeling as if her throat was on fire, she sat up to find herself alone in the room.
Outside was a chaos, Mo Sichen had gone to handle the situation.
His jacket was still on the chair, and as Xia Yunsheng looked around the room, she felt disoriented. A flood of memories poured out from what seemed like an opened drawer.
It was as if she had been in a long dream...
There was water on the table, she got up, poured herself a cup, and quenched her thirst.
Then she sat down in the chair, to gather her thoughts.
She remembered the great fire, she remembered Song Anran dying in front of her. Her own desolation, her own uneasiness, she recalled everything with her eyes wide open.
Even though a long time had passed since, the memory of that day seemed like it had just happened.
Later, she was by Mo Sichen's side, doing so many things.
