The response she received was an endless silence.
After a long while, she cracked a smile: "Yeah, you're dead, how could you possibly answer me..."
Another long while passed: "Right, you're dead... dead for twelve years already..."
Twelve years, it's already been twelve years... Time flew by, twelve years went by just like that.
During these twelve years, she never allowed herself to think about him, as if he had never been a part of her life; she thought that by doing this, she could become indifferent, that she could be nonchalant.
It wasn't until that day, in the car, when Xia Wan'an called her sister-in-law and brought up his name... It wasn't until Xie Lin came looking for her and left behind this ring... that she realized the man's every frown and smile, every gesture and action, every word and deed... Even after twelve years, she still remembered everything so clearly, so vividly.
