Song Yi yelled out loud, waking up with a start.
Her forehead was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat, and her undershirt was soaked through.
Tang Si had been calling her all along.
"Had a nightmare?" he gently patted Song Yi's back, his tone very soothing: "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Song Yi opened her eyes in terror, gasping for air.
Those memories surged into her mind, each vying for attention.
The images came back one after another.
She was about to forget, that scene from childhood.
She dared not think about it.
What happened to that boy later, did he die there just like that?
When she woke up, she was on a hospital bed, and she didn't know how she returned.
She kept asking about that boy, but no one gave her an answer.
Her parents said they didn't see any boy, and there was a blank in her memory afterward.
The memories from when she was 8 to 15 were blank; no matter how she tried, she couldn't recall what happened in those years.
