After leaving the house, Rong Mo sat in the taxi and viewed the scenery outside – it suddenly felt as though she had just woken from a dream and returned to reality.
Seven years had passed.
She could still see glimpses of herself seven years ago, riding on a motorbike in front of the road before her house. Lying with her sister beneath a tree in the school, they would stare at the great, white clouds in the skies while listening to crickets sing.
She was a youthful 17-year-old with no worries. That was, of course, before she met Lin Yi'er.
At that time, no matter how others would praise her for being exceptional, she felt that she was just like any other normal girls; someone standing at the crossroads of life.
She was merely waiting to grow up and welcome a beautiful future.
Her dream was for her family to be happy. No one would have expected her nightmares to begin from that point forth.