The world where Zhou Mochen was eighteen.
Six years.
Zhou Mochen should be twenty-four now.
'I remember that boy who watched over me so carefully while I slept, not even daring to close his eyes.'
'I wonder what happened when he woke up and found I had disappeared again.'
Xu Su's mind was a mess, but she still remembered to prove her identity. "I really am Xu Su. Back then, you and Zhou Mochen both told me a secret no one else knew. You..."
She pointed to his waist. "You have a scar there, from a racing accident."
As she finished speaking, she saw the eyes of the young man standing in the doorway slowly darken.
Xu Su was terrified by his gaze. Having just been shot, she was truly traumatized by this man's madness.
However, Shen Chen only looked at her for a moment before pulling the door open and walking out.
Just as Xu Su was debating whether she should go out too, he walked back in, holding a jacket.
"Put this on."
'Look at what she's wearing.'
