Feng Ruqing stood in front of the young man and looked up at him.
She and the young man had been together for some time, but she always felt that everything was not real here.
And she did not know why.
Even Nan Changfeng, who was standing in front of her, somewhat... Did not exist.
It felt like... Her imagination?
Feng Ruqing was stunned and raised her hand to pinch the young manâs cheek.
âI can feel him... Warm and soft.
âYes, this is the real Nan Changfeng, not my imagination.â
âSorry, I shouldnât have doubted you. I just feel something weird... Even the time I spend with you, I feel that itâs fake...â Feng Ruqing shook her head with a bitter smile; she slowly turned around and gazed into the darkness around her.
âBesides, itâs too boring to spend time here. I want to leave!â
The young man was stunned. He raised his hand and pulled Feng Ruqingâs arm; he looked sad.
âJiuâer, donât you like me anymore?â
Feng Ruqing pursed her lips and was silent.
âJiuâer, you promised me at first that you would always take me with you, but if you leave now, you would never see me again. Could you bear to let me be in this darkness? Alone?â
The young manâs gaze was fixed upon her.
However...
Feng Ruqing could not see her reflection in his eyes...
In that instant, Feng Ruqing raised her hand and pushed his hand away fiercely.
âYou are not Nan Changfeng. Who are you?â
Her face was cold as she shouted firmly.
The young man froze for a moment, his gaze bewildered. âWhatâs wrong with you, Jiuâer? Iâm Changfeng. Donât you remember the time we once spent together?â
âNan Changfeng always listened to me. If I were to leave, he would have left with me.â Feng Feng walked toward the young man. âBesides, you said at the beginning that you came here to find me. So why is it impossible to leave?â
The young man was anxious and took Feng Ruqingâs hand. âJiuâer, whatâs wrong with you? Donât scare me. Havenât I always been in your heart?â
âAlways been in my heart?â
Feng Ruqing suddenly trembled, and she pressed her temples hard.
She felt like those things that she had forgotten were about to come back to her.
Just a little more...
âIf Nan Changfeng has always been in my heart, then who is the person who has been keeping me company?â
âThe one I love... There should only be one person, right, and there canât be two.
âSo... Who is that person?â
Feng Ruqing clutched her head tightly and squatted on the ground. She frowned, trying desperately to recall all the lost memories.
âMother... mother...â
A soft voice suddenly came crashing into her mind.
âWhoâs calling me?
âSince when did I have a child? Why canât I remember it...â
âMother, donât you want Xia Xia anymore? Mother, why are you ignoring me...â
âXia Xia?â
Xia Xia!
What a familiar name...
Bang!
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the side.
Feng Ruqing stood up and turned around stiffly.
All the darkness, like a barrier, was shattered by a punch.
Light poured from the sky, filling the entire courtyard with light.
The man seemed to come stepping into the light, stepping into her heart.
The man in a white robe was as handsome as immortal, with silver hair and vertical lines between his eyebrows.
âAnother Nan Changfeng?
âOh...
âNo... Heâs not Nan Changfeng.
âHis name is... Nan Xian!â