543: The Sorrow of An Old Friend (Part 1)

"Who is it? I hate this lotus seed soup the most, who brought it here!!"

The girl looked mad with frenzy, even her eyes were bloodshot. In that image, another herself, in black clothes, with dark skin and a face full of pockmarks. "I... I remember you used to love this sweet soup?"

The girl in white saw her, and the ferocity on her face melted away like ice in the sun...

Yun Ge listened quietly, waiting for the person opposite to respond.

Yet at the edges of her lips, there seemed to hang a sad smile.

Purple chervil.

In our younger days, I could despise what you cherished, and fall for the fruit you loathed with a moth-to-the-flame passion.

My joys and angers were never my own, dictated by your whims, heaven or hell within a single thought.

And now, I stand at a crossroads, like a prisoner, waiting for you, the most treasured and important to me, to pronounce my sentence...

This was a very vague memory.

A sharp pang suddenly gripped Dong Huiying's heart.