Jin Mo had a lingering feeling that, although she had left Ningjiang, many things had not ended, and she knew she couldn't hide from them and would need to face many difficulties.
But at that time, leaving Ningjiang was the best choice.
In the empty room, alone with herself, she would still think of that man whenever she closed her eyes, telling herself countless times that time could erase everything, but since the day she left Ningjiang, his face had been echoing in her mind.
She was poisoned by Tang Yan, tormented when she thought about it and empty when she didn't.
Proud as she was, she had never imagined she could be so devoted to a man; she could control her actions but not her thoughts.
She suffered from insomnia, and so did Tang Yan, both tossing and turning in bed. He had already taken some medicine and was feeling a bit drowsy, but a phone call had once again disrupted his sleep.
