Tang Xiaohua had a headache.
She didn't know if the same thing would happen on the upcoming day.
She had been troubling herself about it for quite some days.
Ever since the Witch of Ryan Castle visited over a month ago, she had been habitually avoiding Wen Nian, and Wen Nian no longer "stirred" her emotions as he used to.
The personal issues between the two of them seemed to have come to an abrupt halt.
Tang Xiaohua felt this was actually for the best, not entangled in complex love and hate, but focusing solely on her work.
Even if they were within five meters of each other, their hearts were preoccupied in opposite directions.
The Witch had said too little and left too quickly; some self-evident truths lingered on the word "if," entwined with past and present lives and still unwilling to unravel.
How did she fall asleep that night...?
Later, when she ran into Bai Qiantan, Bai Qiantan was also baffled.
