Drawing back the curtains, the bedroom, having lost its only source of light, returned once more to the dimness of a few seconds ago.
Looking at the quiet girl lying on the bed, Tang Ye pondered for a few seconds before finally sitting at the bedside.
He wasn't sure what it was that he couldn't forget, but he reached out his hand again, touching her face. This time, she didn't suddenly open her eyes, allowing Tang Ye's hand to achieve its purpose. The immediate sensation was perhaps very smooth and delicate…
But in fact, Tang Ye could barely perceive the feeling, it wasn't too distinct, mostly filled in by his imagination, with a hint of distortion.
His hand explored her face, quickly grasping something soft beneath her earlobe, then slowly lifting a piece of semi-transparent artificial skin. With the exertion of his fingers, the skin gradually peeled away more and more, revealing a familiar face that was almost blurred in memory.
