Past memories swarmed in, carrying black wings, gradually overtaking Gu Yi'an's heart.
Her world seemed to be slowly dyed black, the once clear blue sky and white clouds now completely overcast.
She could never forget that night when she had wandered outside for a long time. In the end, with nowhere to go and worried about her aunt, she carefully walked back to that house.
The door to the room wasn't closed properly, but she didn't dare go in directly.
She lingered at the door for a long time before mustering the courage to gently push it open.
The living room was in complete disarray, with broken teacups and thermal flasks scattered all over, the table and chairs overturned in a mess.
"Aunt?" Gu Yi'an still remembered calling out softly several times, but receiving no response.
The room's chaos filled her with fear.
Even after so many years, she could clearly remember her feelings at that time; anxious, scared, and worried.