Countless sounds, countless images, and countless extreme emotions, like an out-of-control particle accelerator, collided, annihilated, and exploded wildly in his cranial cavity!
"ah--!"
A shrill, inhuman roar finally broke through Chao Youye's tightly clenched teeth and suddenly exploded above the silent Wutong Road! He could no longer hold on, and his body seemed to have been pulled out of all its bones, and he suddenly fell forward!
His knees slammed heavily onto the cold, hard, leaf-covered pavement, making a dull thud.
He subconsciously stretched his hands forward, feeling a rough, painful friction in his palms, but he was unaware of it.
The severe headache reached its peak, as if an invisible electric drill was spinning and stirring madly in his temples, trying to grind his brain and those chaotic memory fragments into powder!
The vision was completely occupied by the bizarre vortex, and the ears were filled with sharp, piercing eardrums, mournful howls that seemed to come from the depths of the universe.
The world is spinning and collapsing.
He was like a small boat thrown into the center of a supernova explosion, about to be completely vaporized and evaporated in an instant.
At the last moment when his consciousness was about to be completely torn apart and swallowed by this utter chaos and pain—
A small, golden fan-shaped leaf fell lightly and silently from a height.
It passed through the madly spinning vortex of light and shadow, ignoring the deafening wail, with the dry and slightly cool touch unique to autumn. Like an inadvertent kiss from fate, it gently landed on the back of his slightly trembling hand as he leaned forward to support himself on the ground.
Cold.
soft.
With a clear, extremely real touch that belongs to "this moment".
Like a thin but extremely tough silk thread, it was suddenly thrown into the center of the vortex of destruction, instantly pulling back his consciousness that was about to sink completely!
The madly spinning vortex of light and shadow suddenly stopped.
Those roaring, overlapping, soul-tearing images and sounds were frozen in an instant as if the pause button had been pressed.
Then, like the receding tide, it began to rapidly and unstoppably recede, fade, and go away...
The cold throne disappeared into the blood-red background of nothingness.
My mother's departing figure melted into the darkness of the corridor.
The photo that his father pushed over and Wu Zeyu's grinning face shattered into pixels and dissipated.
The worship of billions of lives, Mu Xinrong's dying look, the bang of the door slamming, the cold questioning... all the sounds were suddenly cut off by an invisible big hand.
The voice of the world returns.
The sound of the wind. The rustle of dead leaves against the ground. The faint sound of traffic in the distance. My own heavy breathing, like a broken bellows.
And... the subtle sound of dead leaves breaking under the palm of the hand, and the clear and extremely cool touch brought by the small ginkgo leaf on the back of the hand.
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