"Front or back?"
She glared at Chen Yi and said coldly:
"Just hurry up."
Chen Yi, however, did not hurry, and instead teased:
"In the past life, it was front, should it be back this time?"
"As you wish."
"Remember, that's what you said. Single-handed support."
While speaking, Chen Yi held her shoulder with one hand and gently touched that bowl-sized scar with the other.
A sudden sting echoed in the silent room.
The lamp suddenly stood still, the candle wick froze, leaving only the silently burning moisture,
Yes, Zhou Yitang remembered, even if they were like fire and water in the past life, treating each other as mortal enemies, in such a silent night, their solitude could communicate.
It seemed as if there was nothing left around them, nothing remained,
thus, they arrived at an eternal void, where nothing was left, only they looked at each other, you look at me, and I look at you.
......…
The next day came swiftly.
