She felt she needed to be drenched in a heavy rain, she felt she needed to suffer a severe illness, she felt she needed to experience suffocation, to feel the proximity of death, only then could she come to her senses and be herself again.
Sheng Qianxia threw down her glass and staggered to her feet.
No one would care about her departure.
She walked past the vast rooftop swimming pool.
The pool where he had once saved her, lifting her out. She had nearly lost her breath in its waters, it was he who had leaped into the water and pulled her up.
She walked through the hall.
The hall where he had carried her, taking her to the medical room in his arms.
At that time she was a complete mess, but his embrace was so warm.
She still remembered, the envious glares and unstoppable screams, so beautiful it seemed they could melt away all the pain in the world.
She walked past the garden, the rooftop balcony garden where the trumpet vines bloomed most beautifully.