"Go in!" Su Ziye stood in front of Ran Xuanyan with a pale face, looking at her condescendingly, exuding a cold aura. Ran Xuanyan didn't seem to hear, she hugged her knees motionless and looked at the drizzle outside.
The two of them were in a stalemate like this. Finally, Su Ziye couldn't bear it any longer. She went in to get a small blanket, wrapped Ran Xuanyan arrogantly and carried her in.
Seeing that she was about to enter the bedroom, Ran Xuanyan stretched out her hand against Su Ziye and wanted to get out, "I don't want to stay here, can you call Jing Yu?" Ran Xuanyan could feel Su Ziye's chest rising and falling, knowing that he had been patient for a long time. The two of them stood at the door of the bedroom, the air quiet as if solidified.
After a long time, Su Ziye spoke with a hint of hoarseness in her voice, "Ran Xuanyan, when you appear in front of me again, I will try to forget everything you did to me before. Do you know? That memory is enough to make me destroy everything you have now!"
"What I want is that memory. If possible, I would rather you not forget everything."
"But you trapped me in the world you gave me. I've been gone for eight full years and I'm still wandering in it. Is this what you want?"