Inside the Xinhang Apartment, Shen Qingning was recalling those words, and she found herself drifting off in thought.
This memory was like sugar wrapped in shards of glass.
She savored it carefully, finding it both sweet and painful.
Still, she was deeply engrossed in it.
Those words were like a key, unlocking all the sweet memories that Shen Qingning was reluctant to revisit.
Lin Lu noticed her unusual demeanor and thought she was in a bad mood, even blaming herself, so she couldn't help but speak out, "Ningning, Ningning, what are you thinking about?"
The prideful young girl snapped back to reality, unable to help but purse her lips slightly.
She was feeling particularly awful now.
The sweet memories of the past seemed to turn incredibly sharp at this moment.
They cut into her heart one after another.
And in truth, these memories could prove one thing.
