Everything that happened in the past ten years before Ji Xiazhi's death poured into her mind. Finally, I feel unwilling to do so.
Ji Xiazhi said that she loved him, even if it cost her life.
But, in the end, she was confused. After peeling away all these memories, she was suddenly unsure. She asked herself, did she still love him? I'm afraid I don't even know what love is! She has long been lost in this ignorant and damn love.