Chapter 968 Clarity

When she saw the hands and hair clearly, she was completely frozen.

My heart suddenly felt cold, and my blood felt as if it had frozen.

It was as if the pain that had been delayed for a long time had finally penetrated the years and accurately pierced into her lungs.

It hurt more than a knife. She almost doubled over in pain.

But she couldn't move.

Because at that time Xia Yunduan just stared blankly, not even realizing that it was her mother.

That was her mother who urged her to get up in the morning and gently put on her beautiful dress with her beautiful hands.

The chaotic scene at the seaside seemed to have turned into a silent film in an instant. All the noisy sounds faded away from her ears again. All that was left in her sight was the hand that drooped down, still graceful and beautiful, but lifeless. The pale skin was wrinkled by blisters and exuded a cold, dead air.

She blinked, but no tears fell.

The next second, someone pulled her away, and a cold and dry voice of a young man rang out.

"Don't look."

The dazed gaze then fell on the young man. He was wearing an ill-fitting suit and his face was pale due to long-term malnutrition, but he was very handsome. There was an indifferent light in his narrow eyes as he looked down.

Shen Pianpian lowered her eyelids. In her trance, someone screamed and called her "Miss" and soon carried her down the mountain.

In the dream that had been repeated countless times, her gaze still involuntarily turned to the distant sea.

The boat swayed, and the waves surged up. The young man on the boat stood in the huge blood-red sunset, like a javelin rooted in the boat, with his back straight, and it was unclear whether the color on his shoulders was painted by the sunset or real scarlet blood.

At the last second, his gaze met Shen Pianpian's unexpectedly.

The face that had been blurred in the light countless times, like the corpse, fell clearly into her eyes for the first time.

Even though she was still young, her features were more delicate and profound than others. Her short hair was wet with water, which made her eyes look even deeper.

Cheng Zhiyuan.

Cheng Zhiyuan in his youth.

It turns out that I had actually seen him.

Before the sound completely disappeared from my dazed brain, the scene suddenly changed.

The light swirls in my eyes, as if I am in a wonderful kaleidoscope, and all I see is a dazzling halo.

And when everything stopped, her sight had already quickly swept across the dewy garden and the banquet that ended quietly in the night, and through the long corridor of the Huo mansion, she once again saw the mourning hall surrounded by black ghosts.

In the confused and hazy vision, there was a scene that had never appeared before.

She hid behind the crying people and saw the bright but ugly flowers, the gentle but cold black and white photos, the long elegiac couplets with black characters on a white background and the black coffin.

In the center of the mourning hall was my grandfather, leaning on a cane and reaching out to pull out a gun.

He was still wearing a brand new tailor-made suit that he had changed into specially for Qingsheng, but now the gorgeous fabric was wrinkled due to water.

The old man no longer had the smile on his face. The sudden disaster had made his eyes dark, and pain surged up in his eyes again and again, causing his cold face to twist slightly.

His hand holding the gun was still steady, the black muzzle was pointing forward motionlessly, and his eyes were sharp as if he wanted to kill someone.

Following the muzzle of the gun, Shen Pianpian slowly shifted his gaze.

Then, a handsome face with delicate features and eyebrows fell into his pupils. His hair was still wet, and a dripping camera was hanging on his chest.

At this moment, the lights seemed to be blocked by black cloth, and all the light in the sight became pale.

And in such a blurry and pale vision, the boy's face was still clearly reflected in her mind.