The dimly lit room was quite spacious, with a bed and a table beside it. On the bed lay a woman, and on the room’s wall was a small window.
If the door was closed, the light filtering through that small window would be the only illumination in the room.
The woman sitting on the bed was dressed in a hospital gown, her figure thin as kindling, her skin exceptionally pale. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she made no move, simply sitting with her knees hugged to her chest, her back to the door, her head slightly raised, staring at the lone window in the room.
Gu Zhiqi paused slightly as she took in the scene inside the room.
A few seconds later, she stepped beside the woman, whose presence caused no reaction from the patient, still fixated on the light coming through the window, her gaze empty and terrifying.
Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi didn’t rush to speak. Instead, she seated herself beside the woman, "May I ask your name?"
The girl’s voice, usually lazy and cool, now held hints of an ethereal and elusive quality, like a faint chant breaking through dense mist, gently calling the woman staring blankly out the window back to reality.
The woman stiffened slightly, then turned her head in the direction of the voice, catching sight of an exquisitely beautiful young girl.
Quietly sitting beside her, the young girl’s lips held a faint and lazy smile, her entire being seemingly radiating an otherworldly, ethereal aura.
She was right beside her, yet she felt so far away, impossibly far.
Though she felt unreachable, no matter how she stretched out her hand, the woman felt like the young girl before her was like a sliver of light appearing through the fog, guiding her.
For a moment, the woman actually believed the young girl before her was an illusion of a divine being.
"May I know your name?" the girl asked again, the smile at her lips still lazy and faintly detached.
Yet, the woman felt an irresistible urge to chase after her.
"Shen Tong, my name is Shen Tong," the woman said, curving her lips into a shallow smile, sincerely addressing Gu Zhiqi.
"I’m here to rescue you. Will you come with me?" Gu Zhiqi asked with lazy half-closed eyes, gazing at Shen Tong.
"May I?" Shen Tong asked carefully.
"Of course," Gu Zhiqi said as she stood up and extended her hand toward Shen Tong.
Looking at the girl offering her hand, Shen Tong felt that the girl before her was like a beam of light.
Shen Tong, dazed, placed her hand subconsciously into the girl’s hand.
Seeing this, Tang Shuan, who was accustomed to gentle expressions, rarely revealed a hint of a crack in his demeanor.
That can’t be Little junior sister, can it?
Little junior sister would never be so gentle and patient with others.
Gu Zhiqi, leading Shen Tong, helped her down from the bed and walked over to Tang Shuan, giving him a brief glance, "We’re leaving."
Without waiting for Tang Shuan to say anything further, Gu Zhiqi walked past him, still holding Shen Tong’s hand.
This... it was just like her old self again.
It most certainly must be Little junior sister.
"Little junior sister, has your memory really not come back?" Tang Shuan caught up to Gu Zhiqi at the doorway, feeling somewhat unwilling to let it go, he asked once more.
"No," Gu Zhiqi responded indifferently, then pulled out her phone from her pocket.
She opened Gu Yuluo’s contact, sent her a location share, and sent a message.
[Little girl: I’ve rescued the person and I’m leaving now. Catch up on your own.]
After sending the message, Gu Zhiqi put her phone back into her pocket, only to realize a hand had found its way to the hem of her clothes.
Looking up, she glanced at the other person.
Since Gu Zhiqi had been sending the message, she had let go of Shen Tong’s hand, which led Shen Tong to grasp the hem of Gu Zhiqi’s clothes.
Now, seeing Gu Zhiqi looking over, Shen Tong timidly glanced back at her, "I’m scared."