Human memory is like a multidimensional space, linking the past with the future.
And in every space, there is a door.
Doors that can't be opened, the memories will be sealed away.
Until one day, the door is opened once again.
"Try to forget as much as you can."
Han Mochen said softly, standing up.
The moment he turned to leave, Shen Li on the bed opened her eyes.
Confused, exhausted, and in despair.
The sunlight outside the window was so bright, so why, why did she feel cold?
"She's awake," Han Mochen announced as he walked into the side hall.
Huo Siyu was sitting on the sofa waiting, his expression icy cold.
It was as if he were a piece of ice, showing no trace of emotion.
"As for how much memory she has lost, I'm not quite sure. We will have to observe over time."
Huo Siyu couldn't care less about what Han Mochen said and strode towards the bedroom.
"I advise you to wait a moment,"
Han Mochen added.
