Duan Ling pressed her hands against her head, as though recalling past events was extremely painful for her, yet she showed no intention of stopping. Instead, she started knocking at her temples incessantly, hoping to recall what had happened a year ago.
"If you can't recall, don't force yourself." Qian Cangyi walked up to her and grabbed her hands.
"Mo An, why can't I remember?" At this point, Duan Ling started calling Mo An by name.
Seeing Duan Ling becoming increasingly composed, Qian Cangyi let go of her hands, "I do not know either, perhaps the answer lies within." Having said that, he turned and pointed at a dimly illuminated door behind him.
"Let's go in quickly..." Duan Ling rushed forwards, but stopped once she reached the door.
"Why... I feel so afraid, what exactly is inside?" Duan Ling mumbled to herself.