An Zixi's tears were drenched in wet pillow towels. Time and time again, she tacitly acknowledged the tears that had fallen, a wisp of sorrow and pain.

A teardrop hung on her beautiful cheeks. She buried herself in a long deathly silence. For a long time, she could not convince herself to pull herself out of this pain.

The more she wanted to forget, the more obvious those memories and Tang Jin Chen's face appeared, pestering her like a ghost, making it impossible ...