The surroundings gradually quieted down, even the strange cries above the cliff seemed to slowly abate, leaving only the sound of two breaths, light and heavy, not disturbing each other.
Shen Tang couldn't fall asleep.
She lay on a somewhat thin mat, feeling the sharp stones clearly beneath her. Before long, she slightly opened her eyes and sneaked a glance at the Black Panther not far away, which seemed to be asleep.
It was a face familiar enough to make her heart palpitate, yet completely different from her memories, so unfamiliar, indifferent, even exuding a pathological madness, as if he were a different person from before.
Her heart felt tightly grasped by a hand, a sourness spreading, a hint of loss flashing through her eyes.
Could it be that Xiao Jin had amnesia?
So he doesn't remember her?
