Fu Huanzhen felt sleepy due to the warmth of the decoction in his stomach. He listened to them talking and laughing, and he didn't know when he fell asleep on the couch. He could only vaguely see the city looking up from a high place, with its neon lights shining brilliantly, making all the stars in the sky disappear. The remaining dim moon was hazy in the clouds.
One year anniversary... Yes, a full year has passed since she opened her eyes. She is not seven years old, not seventeen years old, nor twenty-seven years old. She is only one year old this year.
In past and present lives, everything that should be forgotten has been forgotten; what should not be forgotten has to be forgotten.
Since I can't go back, since I can't leave, I can only stay with peace of mind until one day, my fate changes again.
I'm just afraid that it's been a hundred years since I looked back.
But before that, in this life, she was just Fu Huanzhen.