When they were more than a hundred meters apart, she would feel inexplicably flustered; when they were close to each other, strange yet familiar images would flash through her mind.
The names written unconsciously on the scratch paper, the smell of ginger soup, the sunset on the rooftop... Were all things she shouldn't remember.
Shen Yanqiu knew the truth - their story had been repeated twelve times
And the thirteenth time is the last chance.
