A fleeting kiss fell on her lips, the thin breath scattered between her teeth, the distance between them was so close that Qin Yan could even sense the faint scent of sunlight on Bo Yunshen's body.
Qin Yan hadn't yet recovered from this sweetness when the scene around her tore apart, condensing into another picture.
The young man stood on the twentieth floor, his gaze indifferent, his long, narrow eyes still carrying sparse affection and a slight smile.
"Yunshen…"
The next second, the young man leapt from the rooftop, plummeting down.
Though so far away, Qin Yan could still see his horribly mangled body, those images eerily overlapping with the scene from eleven years ago!
"No!"
"Yunshen!"
Suddenly, Qin Yan sat up from the hospital bed.
The air, still heavy after the rain, felt oppressively thick, but Qin Yan was engulfed in icy coldness, the weightlessness and fear in her heart seizing all her senses.
She breathed heavily, her face deathly pale.