Gong Shirao slowly came back to her senses as Ji Chiming had already automatically taken her backpack.
She took a step forward and followed. However, her heartbeat seemed to have been left behind her.
Just like him, left behind together.
She wanted to look back at Zhan Nanjue, but she didn't know what she could do if she turned back.
Isn't this what she wanted?
But why, when she heard him say this, did her heart hurt so much?
Her steps were slow and heavy, and finally, when she thought about how they no longer had the past of the past, and those futureless futures, she stepped through the door.
She felt as if a pair of eyes were always watching her back, as if he was waiting for her to stop, but if she turned around to look at him, she might find that there was actually nothing there.
Her mind was in turmoil, and she didn't know how long it took before she entered the hall.
Had he left? She didn't dare to look.
She didn't dare to know.
She couldn't know.
