Lin Yixun took a quick shower, rolled up her quilt, and made a small nest on the sofa to sleep.
She didn't want to share the bed with Feng Chengyu, and couldn't rely on that man to have the decency to let her sleep on the bed while he took the sofa, so she had to make do.
Lying on the sofa, in the darkness, Lin Yixun couldn't help but think about the recent events.
Suddenly recovering her memory left her momentarily unable to cope, some memories even left her at a loss. But after a few days, she gradually calmed down.
The grudges and entanglements between her and Leng Yixiu over the years are probably too complicated to ever sort out who's right or wrong. All she could do was to stay away from him; it seemed there was nothing else she could do.
As for Ouyang Hao, time had changed everything. No matter how deeply their love was ingrained in the past, they could never go back.
