The room was dimly lit by a corner lamp, and Qin Tan was in the shadows, his eyes unfathomable, his emotions unreadable.
That night, Qin Tan had a dream.
She went back to the day of the earthquake eight years ago.
It was just an ordinary day; school was on a long holiday, and her parents picked her up from school.
The family was chatting and laughing in the car. The father said that the family would go on a trip together in a few days. She was still discussing with her mother where to go when the sudden disaster destroyed everything.
In her dream, Qin Tan watched as the vehicle was churned and rolled repeatedly by the impact, and everything inside the vehicle was upside down.
She saw shards of glass shatter and fly everywhere, one of which cut her mother's throat.
After the car stopped, she lay down in the back seat and saw her father's head drooping to one side, blood covering his gentle face.
She saw her mother clutching her bleeding neck, turning to look at her, her delicate features contorted with pain.
"Qin Tan, live on."
The words seemed to be broken and squeezed out of the trachea.
So heavy, yet so powerless.
This was the last thing she heard before she fell into a coma.
At that moment, the sorrowful look in her mother's eyes was firmly imprinted in Qin Tan's mind.
She was taken to the hospital, the surgery was half successful, but she became a vegetable.
When she opened her eyes again, a year had passed.
She was gone for a year, while her parents' remains had long since been placed in the public cemetery in Wangcheng.
On the day she was discharged from the hospital, it rained heavily. She stood in front of the tombstone for a long time without saying a word, until the chill seeped into her bones.
The light of dawn shone dimly through the window into the room, dispelling the shadows. Qin Tan opened his eyes silently, staring blankly at the ceiling.
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