"Xiang Lan, I feel like you've never really forgotten Doctor Xiang. Maybe it's not because he gave up and compromised back then, but because he has always been in your heart."
Hearing this, Xue Xianglan was taken aback, nodded slightly after a moment, "Maybe."
She was always carefree and easygoing by nature. In her life, it was only Xiang Linghao that she couldn't let go or pick up.
She couldn't tolerate any flaws, yet the past incident was like the most noticeable ink spot on the white paper. She couldn't ignore it. The moment she saw it, she couldn't make peace with it, wanting desperately to erase it, but had no way, wishing to tear the entire paper apart.
However, she couldn't bear to tear that paper apart.
To her, that paper was the complete memory of being with Xiang Linghao, every little detail like a clear mirror, as if it happened yesterday, deeply imprinted, unable to be discarded, never really gone.
