“Don’t you want to ask me why I came here?” His low voice finally broke the silence between us, and actually, I had been waiting for him to ask me this.
I raised my eyes to look at his familiar features, always feeling that although he was right in front of me, I could never touch him. Just like the silver-masked man in my dream.
“Anyone can come here, but I really want to know why you suddenly left that time!”
After a long time, I spoke softly, thinking I had already stopped caring about his mysterious disappearance. But now I realized I had always cared.
“Why did you come back?” He did not directly answer my question, just asked with an even more hoarse voice.
His eyes never fell on my body; he just looked at the somewhat uneven characters I had drawn beside me.
“Why come back? Obviously wanting freedom so much, yet still returning here. Is it because you can’t let go of that person?” He said almost in a whisper, speaking words I did not quite understand.
I stared at him intently, looking at his now weathered face. In just a few years, he seemed like an old man who had experienced life’s hardships.
I touched his excessively beautiful face. “Because some people, some things force me to stay!” I said somewhat excitedly.
“Some people? Some things?” He suddenly laughed because of my words. My hand that had just touched his face withdrew because of his laughter.
Looking at his laugh, I felt a pain in my heart. It seemed that since returning to modern times, my feelings toward Shui Zixi had changed.
“I can send you away, I just hope you won’t come back after leaving here!” His laughter stopped suddenly, but the desolation on his face grew deeper.
I stared blankly at his fluctuating emotions, somewhat confused. I didn’t know what he was thinking, why he had become like this. But the Shui Zixi before me was no longer the one I used to know, and my feelings for him were not as simple as I had imagined.
Whether because of curiosity or because he had the same face as the man in my dream, his every move stirred my heart.
