Shi Nuan's eyes flickered slightly. In fact, she also wanted to live lightheartedly and freely, to live without worries.
Just like when she was a child.
But her childhood, after her grandfather passed away, was fraught with endless hardships.
When Song Yansheng was fourteen, his family experienced a change. For her, it was even earlier, much earlier.
The happiest days were likely before she was eight years old, but memories before the age of eight seemed to fade away with time.
For instance, she felt she might have met Song Yansheng, but she couldn't recall clearly.
Also, the boy in the white shirt from her dream, it was a dream that lingered in her mind from a very young age.
Dreaming once could be a coincidence, but having it countless times, Shi Nuan didn't think it was just coincidence.
She even felt that maybe it was a reflection of a certain piece of her memory.
But which specific memory, she wasn't quite sure.
