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Three days passed by as quietly as a stream.
Li Zheng couldn't even recall a single moment worth remembering.
He had spoken just a dozen or so words.
He only remembered the food being delicious and everything going smoothly.
It had been a long time since he had studied in such peace.
Xu Mengxi seemed intent on freezing this time, meticulously crafting each detail into a work of art, from defrosting the fridge to cleaning under the sofa that hadn't been touched in years.
When the alarm for their departure sounded, she had just placed the last dish on the table.
June 12th, 5:30 p.m.
Time, once frozen, began to flow again.
She walked to the door of Li Zheng's room, intending to call him for dinner and to say goodbye in passing.
But Li Zheng didn't notice her, still engrossed in the papers on his desk.
Xu Mengxi was about to speak up but stopped herself, silenced by resignation.
No need for farewells after all...
She was afraid.