Selective Amnesia

The thermos flask rolled on the ground twice but it was unscathed.

However, at that moment, Shen Luo'an stood frozen on the spot as if he had just been struck by lightning.

With his back towards her, an indescribable pain surged up and past his throat and the pressure resulted in a sharp pain behind his eyes, he was on the verge of tears.

What had been destined to come… was finally here.

He couldn't escape from what he feared and had been extremely worried about.

Shen Manting glared at his back coldly and asked, "How long have I been lying down?"

With his back still facing her the entire time, Shen Luo'an suppressed his emotions.

He bent down to pick the thermos flask up, and retrieved a piece of tissue to wipe the dirt off of it before replying, "One day, for approximately 12 hours."