"The mirror shattered, cutting my hand. Even if the mirror could be glued back together, the wound would heal, but could we pretend nothing had ever happened?"
"No."
"The mirror would have cracks, the wound would leave scars."
"Once broken, it's broken; once hurt, it's hurt. It can't be restored, and we can't go back to the beginning."
"No one could forgive her deceased mother."
"Neither could she."
Qiao Xi said calmly, "Let's go."
Qiao Xi no longer wanted to argue with Qiao Zhenbin.
She glanced sideways at Shen Dang, the chill in her eyes gradually dissipating.
"Mhm."
It was then that Shen Dang finally let go of her hand.
Before getting into the car, Shen Dang gave Qiao Zhenbin a cold look.
Qiao Zhenbin was somewhat intimidated by that look.
Chen Jiayan also got into the car.
The two cars left, one after the other.
Qiao Zhenbin watched the speeding cars, his figure suddenly swaying uncontrollably.
By the time they returned to the city, it was already late.
