Inside the room.
Wang Qingtan looked at Jiang Ning and forced a smile.
"It's good that you're alright!" Jiang Ning reached out and patted her.
He could tell that Wang Qingtan did not wish to say more.
Since that was the case, he did not press her further.
"Want some breakfast?" Jiang Ning asked again.
"Yes, wait for me!" Wang Qingtan immediately nodded.
She hurriedly lifted the thin blanket, revealing her fair, tender feet.
She glanced at Jiang Ning, then quickly drew them back beneath the blanket.
"Then I'll head out first!" Jiang Ning withdrew his gaze and smiled.
Watching Jiang Ning and Lü Yi leave, the ease Wang Qingtan had just displayed vanished from her face.
Am I going to die? she murmured inwardly, her heart heavy.
In her dreams, many more fragments of memory had awakened. Her mind had sunk into those fluttering memories, and she had been unable to wake for a long while.
She was truly a little frightened now—frightened that those memories would swallow her whole.
She would no longer be herself.
If her own memories were drowned beneath the memories of her previous life, would she still be herself?
She often thought about that question.
"Perhaps when that day truly comes, I won't be me anymore." A bitter smile touched Wang Qingtan's lips.
She could clearly sense that her spells of sleeping without waking had become increasingly frequent lately.
The memories surfacing in her mind had also become increasingly frequent.
If this continued, once the total amount of those memories surpassed her nearly twenty years of memories, she feared that she would silently become someone else.
She would no longer be herself!
As thoughts churned through her heart, she looked toward the doorway where Jiang Ning had disappeared, pursed her red lips, and finally