Ji Sang blankly stared at her phone after the call was disconnected, thinking about the last sentence Han City said,
"Will you really come back soon?"
Ji Sang slumped on the sofa, her body soft and lifeless, her eyes vacantly staring at the door.
Admitting mistakes was a must, as for swearing... Ji Sang touched her nose, she wasn't unable to swear, nor was she worried that Fu Yisi wouldn't believe her, but she doubted whether she could do it.
In the end, she didn't even understand why she was so obsessed with photography.
After her parents adopted her from the orphanage, the only thing she clearly remembered, etched deeply in her heart, was this matter.
Ji Sang felt that things couldn't be that simple.
All these years, she had been firmly and decisively following the path of photography. Perhaps, there was something destined in the darkness, that gentle voice that frequently appeared in her dreams...
