Song Li thought for a moment, then said softly, “I was in complete darkness, and it was terrible. I could faintly hear someone crying and talking, but I couldn’t make a sound. I wanted to run, to escape from that darkness, but I couldn’t move. I was stuck, feeling nothing, that emptiness could drive one mad.” Song Li’s brows furrowed as if he was back in that painful state. “Later, I gradually heard a voice, though I couldn’t understand what it was saying, but suddenly, I felt very sad, my heart ached as if it was being slowly twisted by a dull knife.” Song Li looked up at Cheng Yu, his eyes moist, his face showing a mixture of relief and peace. “You don’t know how much I longed for that pain after feeling myself slowly disappearing in that helpless void. It felt like a hope for life. I carefully, cautiously, captured that voice, and fortunately, it didn’t stop. I began to see a light, and I walked towards it. The closer I got, the louder the voice, and the more strength I felt in my body. Then, a blinding light forced my eyes shut, and when I opened them again, I saw you all standing by my bed.”
Cheng Yu chuckled bitterly, “Do you know whose voice woke you? After you fell into a coma, everyone thought you might not wake up for ten or eight years. Ah E, in her grief, went to find Tang Xiaofu, determined to try anything. She was by your bed, crying and talking, and unexpectedly, you woke up. It’s quite a miracle.”
Song Li remained silent, unable to recall what he heard, but the heart-wrenching pain was still vivid. Cheng Yu then asked cautiously, “Do you really not know why you got injured?” Song Li tried to remember, shook his head, “I can’t remember. But you said I was only out for a week, why does it feel like years to me?”
Cheng Yu thought, ‘You might not have been out for long, but you’ve skipped two years of memory, of course, it feels long.’ He then asked, “Li, let me ask you something. You don’t remember Tang Xiaofu, but what about Liu Yi, you don’t remember her either?”
