Ruan Qi froze for a moment.
"Is it frightening?"
"Yes, very frightening." Bai Li nodded solemnly, "At least from the nightmares you've had so far, this is definitely not a pleasant memory. Are you sure you really want to remember it and face such terrifying, painful recollections every day?"
Ruan Qi said nothing.
She pondered for a long time, then slowly shook her head.
"I don't want to. Uncle Baili, no one likes painful memories. But..."
Bai Li: "But what?"
"But I cannot allow that man named Jiang Chunian to become my shadow." Ruan Qi spoke slowly, word by word, "Painful memories—if they're lost, they're lost, and I don't care. But, Uncle Baili, my subconscious is afraid of that man called Jiang Chunian."
Once fear sets in, it turns into an inner demon.
She wasn't a normal girl; she couldn't live a simple and ordinary life.
Her parents had endured hatred silently for twenty years, all for the day they could stand in the sunlight once more.
