Chapter 57 Little Wenli 2
"Where exactly is this?"
"Am I... dead?"
Xiao Wenli had no choice but to make this guess.
"You are not dead. This is where your spirit finds rest."
Xiao Wenli was skeptical. "Who exactly are you?"
Since Song Jinhuan figured she would eventually disappear completely from his memory, she wasn't afraid to reveal her real name.
"My name is Song Jinhuan."
As she spoke, she extended her hand to Xiao Wenli, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Xiao Wen hesitated for a moment, and just as she placed her hand on the other person's body, she felt their body temperature, but the next moment, she grasped nothing.
A familiar voice came to my ears.
He opened his eyes and saw his mother and father.
Was it a dream?
The woman in my dream was named Song Jinhuan.
It was probably a dream.
As the days went by, that dream became a secret that was never told to anyone.
And it was gradually forgotten.
When Wen Li was fifteen, a sudden car accident took the life of her father. Wen Li lay on the operating table for three whole days before she was rescued.
Upon waking, Wen Li, faced with her father's death and her own dire situation, falls into a withdrawn and irritable state.
After his father's funeral, he locked himself in his room.
A fifteen-year-old boy, a top student at school, is at the height of his youthful vigor.
Now, however, he sits in a wheelchair and doesn't want any contact with the outside world.
I don't want to see the pity and regret in their eyes, and I don't want to hear those nonsensical words.
He doesn't need to be pitied.
Perhaps because the seclusion had lasted for too long, the people in the old house gradually became impatient with him.
The Wen family's old residence is a place where people are treated differently depending on their status.
A fifteen-year-old prodigy falls from grace due to an accident, and the contrast between his past and present makes his feelings increasingly conflicted.
The desire to be noticed by loved ones, yet also the fear of seeing them let down.
He is no longer the outstanding person he used to be.
Just as he was sinking into despair, a somewhat familiar female voice came from behind him.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that face I had seen long ago.
So many years have passed, but she still looks just like she did when she was eighteen or nineteen. Time has left no trace on her face.
"Song Jinhuan?"
Song Jinhuan was surprised, "You still remember me?"
Wen Li thought to himself that his memory had always been good.
"I'm sorry, I didn't have a chance to say goodbye properly last time before I left suddenly." Her face was full of guilt.
Wen Li didn't understand why she was so insistent on saying goodbye to him.
"Don't worry, I'll definitely say goodbye properly this time."
However, since it wasn't time to leave yet, it was impossible to say so immediately.
That kind of farewell is meaningless.
Her gaze fell on his legs.
Wen Li instinctively wanted to hide his legs, but then realized that even moving his legs was a luxury for him now.
"What are you looking at?" He couldn't help but feel annoyed, and his tone became particularly harsh.
He felt some regret.
However, the other party did not take it seriously.
"Have you tried to stand up? It's very likely just a psychological issue."
"It's been so many years since we last met, I had no idea how tall you are now."
Even as an adult, Wen Li was still very tall, and every time he got close, he brought a strong sense of oppression.
Her gaze held only curiosity, devoid of any sympathy or regret.
Miraculously, Wen Li gradually relaxed, and the inconvenience of her legs in walking was gradually eliminated by her determined gaze, along with the accumulated feelings of inferiority and helplessness.
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