Inside the room.

Tang Xin lay on the bed, motionless like a puppet.

Her face was pale, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her gaze was unfocused as she stared up at the ceiling.

She was very confused.

It was so chaotic that she dared not even think about it.

But her mind was still filled with Zhuang Wen's image.

She could neither dispel it nor forget it.

yes.

I've spent so many years of my youth with him, starting from university. How could I possibly forget him so easily?

Besides the unforgettable love, her heart was filled with boundless regret.

She really regretted it.

But is regret useful? Can it bring Zhuang Wen back? Is there a medicine for regret in this world?

She was in a daze, not knowing how long she had slept or how many times she had woken up, and felt unwell all over.

Finally, she woke up again.

His eyes regained some of their liveliness.

She just had a dream.

In her dream, Zhuang Wen stood on the street where they often played, tilting his head and smiling at her as always.

Her eyes were a little moist.

At that moment, she finally made up her mind.

Regardless, she was determined to win Zhuang Wen back.

Whether it was her love for Zhuang Wen or her regret for herself.

She struggled to get out of bed, opened the door, and, meeting her parents' surprised gazes, mustered her courage to speak:

"Mom and Dad, I want to pursue Zhuang Wen again."

Although the voice was weak, it was full of determination.

Fang Xiu'e frowned. "Xin Xin, are you alright? You should rest first. Don't talk to Zhuang Wen..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tang Jiashan interrupted her, saying, "Okay!"