Chapter 3115 Who am I...? (12)
Fog.
The turbulent mist beats like waves, thick and heavy, enveloping everything.
The hand of God, the nightmare of a dream, the endless wet wrap is like a tornado, sweeping, this endlessly vast place that seems to have no boundaries.
You can't see your fingers when you stretch out your hands. Under the mist, everything is ignorant, illusory, ethereal, like a ghost, and out of reach.
Human consciousness is just hidden in this huge space.
It is like a dream, but also like an illusion, and even more like human memory.
Intertwined, inextricably linked, shuttled vertically and horizontally.
Walking into the depths of the fog, the fog is so thick that it seems to be suffocating.
Faintly, in front of him, there was a girl's clear, fruit wine-like laughing and moving voice.
The voice was small, but later it became clearer and clearer.
Giggling, laughing, like drinking the strongest and strongest wine, making people intoxicated, the laughter that you want to catch, comes from far away, near, and from unknown places.
Everywhere, all of them.
Fog, the fog blocks all sight, giving people the unknown, and making people anxious—the source of the sound cannot be grasped.
A young girl’s laughter is like a gardenia blooming proudly in spring, like a warm rose in a hot desert, with infinite vigor and vitality, growing towards the sun, bright and warm.
"Giggle..." She was laughing, far away, or maybe - close at hand.
The fog gradually dissipated, and her voice became clearer and more vivid.
"Caught you—hahaha you idiot didn't even notice—I've been behind you for a long time—"
"Ah, let's go out and play, let's go pick fruit—it's so boring here—"
"Hahaha are you an idiot? You can choke on drinking water..."
"Oh, please, please, my kite...can you help me take the kite off, please..."
"The kite broke and I managed to make a good one. Huh... I have to do it again..."
The voice of a girl, like the wind, like a bell, like a dandelion without roots, comes with the damp fog.
Innocent, beautiful, warm, sunny, extremely soft.
Like marshmallows, sweet marshmallows, in this boundless fog, just listening can dispel fear and calm people down.
Taking a deep breath, my heart was suffocated, and the moment my heart heard the sound—it jumped violently.
The next second—Yun Si opened her eyes.
In the darkness, the outstretched hand suddenly withdrew as if it had been stabbed by something.
This is…
She slowly took a step back.
In the silent night, in the dark room, the moonlight outside was like a veil, lightly falling. In the room, Yun Si stood and looked at the person with eyes closed on the bed for a long time.
Brows were frowned tightly, his eyes were uncertain.
The retracted hand, slowly tightened, seemed to be trembling.
The person on the bed was cursed by her, she was testing him, but she didn't want to...
Inexplicable memories are haunting her.
In the dead of night, it was the perfect timing, but Yun Si stood still for a long time, but did not move again.
Thinking in confusion, she didn't continue to explore, turned around, and left.
From the beginning to the end, there was no sound.
The red light left, and the person on the bed with his eyes closed turned slightly to one side.
As if he had some bad dream, his eyebrows trembled, his lips parted slightly, trembling.
Breathing, gradually rapid.
"No...don't...no...no..."
"Run...run...don't...look back..."
(end of this chapter)