"...What if I say I don't want to torment him?" Shirao said.
"Why?" Cheng Zijin asked, "Do you still like him?"
"Does not wanting to torment him mean I like him? Maybe it's because there's neither love nor hate," Shirao replied.
"Maybe," Cheng Zijin said. But clearly, this logic didn't apply to Shirao.
If Shirao truly didn't love or hate, would she have cried on her shoulder like that a few hours ago?
Cheng Zijin didn't say anything more.
Shirao didn't say anything either.
She went to check each room.
The flight was in three days.
She had three days left.
She used to love countdowns because they gave her a sense of urgency, and she would cherish what little time was left.
But for some reason, this time she was scared.
Afraid of this countdown.
Afraid of calculating the pitiful little time they had left together.
Perhaps it was because she realized she had fallen into a terrifying abyss and could never escape?
Meanwhile,
