“Good,” he reached out into the air, catching a raindrop that suddenly fell, muttering: “It’s raining.”
The scene changed.
He knelt in the pouring rain, soaked through, his bright red clothes spread out. Cold rainwater continuously hit his face. His mind was blank, vaguely feeling something was missing, asking himself: Who am I waiting for?
Countless scenes flashed before his eyes, showing familiar or blurry faces, yet never the person who should be deeply remembered.
But he had no memories of that person.
The scene froze. The rain continued outside, leaving only the sound of rain. He leaned on a fire-stoking stick, legs crossed, his gaze wandering, falling on a man by the fire.
That person seemed cold towards him, indifferent, unwilling to look at him.
He thought: Did I offend him?
Carefully recalling, he seemed to have said something that didn’t sound quite right, causing the man’s expression to change immediately.
Memories surged with the ethereal rain sounds, and the cold droplets on his face made him realize they weren’t raindrops.
“Leaving him alone in this world, I wouldn’t be able to close my eyes even in death.”
Why won’t you say something?
As soon as this sentence came to mind, it was like a divine pillar crashing down in his brain, opening up the chaotic world, and all scattered and fragmented consciousness condensed around this point of survival. Through his tightly closed eyelids, he felt the daylight from the outside world for the first time.
Fu Shen’s fingers, curled in Yan Xiaohan’s palm, twitched slightly, and this almost imperceptible movement successfully froze a living person in place.
“Du… cough,” Yan Xiaohan’s voice cracked, still trembling at the end, “Dr. Du, he seems to have just moved…”
“Is that so?” Du Leng doubted he was oversensitive and walked over, “Let me take a look.”
Yan Xiaohan stood up from the bedside, intending to make room for him, his hand about to let go when he suddenly felt his fingertips tighten, gripped firmly.
“Don’t go…”
Those tightly closed eyes opened.
Yan Xiaohan’s eye sockets instantly turned red, stiffening from fingertips to arm like a wooden club, he almost squeezed out a voice from his throat, disbelieving and incredibly softly asking: “Jing Yuan…?”
