In the end, that bouquet of flowers was placed properly by Tang Yin at the head of the bed. The fragrance lingered in the room for a long time.
Sometimes, Tang Yin would dream of the first time she met Liu Xingchuan. It had been more than ten years before she realized that Fu Li was standing at the side of the garden back then.
After waking up from her dream, Tang Yin's pillow was always wet. Time had buried too much and taken away too much.
Fu Li had an unlimited future. He was different from her, who had crawled out from hell. She could not drag him into the darkness again.
After ending the call with Tang Yin, Xia Wanyuan tried to persuade her. However, Tang Yin was determined and Xia Wanyuan did not say anything more.
She had never experienced her sufferings, so she would not advise her to change.
Xia Wanyuan had never experienced what Tang Yin experienced. No matter what decision Tang Yin made, she could understand.
