Instant Flower...
It had been too long since she had heard such words. Yin Tingxue felt a sense of estrangement and trance, and for a moment even a bit of nostalgia. But immediately, a stab of pain squeezed into her mind.
He... came in...
Trickles of blood seeping through cracks, the Instant Flower scattering along with it.
Yin Tingxue's hand was still pressed against the cold stone door, but her fingertips were already icy. That empty feeling was undeniable, making her shiver all over.
Her legs were numb without her realizing, bunched up together.
Blurred yet intense memories surged in like a tide, scenes uncontrollably fuming inside her mind.
In the images, his hand gently brushed over her back, and she instinctively tightened her hold on him.
Those fragmented images almost made her unable to stand.
