There are those with his parents, with Mo Kai and Mo Ran, with friends and classmates... and with the girl he holds dear to his heart...

Mo Kai's eyes fell on the photo album spread out in front of Mo Xun. As he flipped through the pages of the album, Mo Kai felt his heart sinking little by little...

Mo Xun's fingertips paused on a photo filled with warmth and beauty, and his tone was feeble yet meaningful, "It's been five years, I thought I was just falling asleep and having a long dream. I didn't expect... this

I feel like it’s been so long...that some of the people in this book have...disappeared."

Mo Kai didn't know how he got out of Mo Xun's room. He felt that his brain had fallen into a state of strike and had completely stopped functioning.

As for what Mo Xun said next, Mo Kai can't remember clearly. He still remembers the group photo. Qiao An held Mo Xun's arm. She smiled gently and he smiled dotingly. It was better than that in the newspaper before.

What I saw above is even more intimate.

Chicago.

The night wind blew gusts, making an unclosed window whistle.

Qiao An sat up suddenly on the bed, gasping for air, with a thin layer of dense sweat on her forehead.

Qiao An felt that her back was soaked with sweat, and then she felt two lines of warmth sliding down her face.

Qiao An reached out and touched it, and it was tears.

She was dreaming…

In her dream, she saw the tall figure again who she couldn't catch up with anyway. She couldn't make a sound or call him, so she could only let him disappear from sight, leaving a vague outline...

This time, it’s not just that…

Qiao An dreamed that he was in a dark and chaotic night, with lightning and thunder piercing the sky, hysterical shouting, a foul smell coming towards his face, and chaotic gunshots...

And in the end, she fell straight into the dark and cold water like a swaying leaf...

However, what appeared on her face in the dream was not fear or fear at that moment, but a beautiful smile that resembled relief.

...

Qiao An curled up on the bed, like a helpless child, hugging herself tightly with her arms.

Tears were falling uncontrollably from her eyes, followed by pain in her heart, wreaking havoc on her limbs and bones, making it extremely difficult for her to even breathe.

This subconscious reaction of the body caused panic, fear, helplessness, and sadness in Qiao An's heart...

I even feel…desperate.

Because she didn't know what was the reason for these deep-seated emotions?

She felt like there was a violent beast hiding in her mind, running wildly and trying to break out of the cage.

That tall, broad back and shadowy face...

Qiao An almost masochistically hit the top of his head, muttering painfully, "Who are you, who exactly are you..."

Suddenly, her pupils shrank suddenly, and the blurry outline seemed to gradually become clearer, and then gradually... overlapped with a face.

The next second, Qiao An almost threw himself on the bedside table where the mobile phone was placed, and tremblingly dialed the phone number at the top.

"Dudududu..."

Qiao An had never felt that time could last so long. The knuckles holding the phone were turning white, and the breath in her throat gathered in her throat. She repeated over and over again with a trembling voice, "Answer the phone, answer the phone...answer the phone quickly..."

It seemed like a century had passed before the call finally came through.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Qiao An poured out the accumulated questions in his heart, "Have we known each other for a long time?"

Without waiting for the person on the other side of the receiver to reply, Qiao An answered again, her voice already uncontrollably crying, and continued intermittently, "I mean, have we... known each other for a long time? Five years ago, I forgot about that

Is there you in this memory? Mujin Garden... it’s not the first time we’ve met, right?”


Chapter completed!