"Wait, Shi Youxi, you don't remember me, do you...?" Mu Yiran turned around and tried to grab the other person, but her hand passed right through Shi Youxi's body.
"......."
Mu Yiran turned pale upon realizing what had happened.
This is not time travel.
Mu Yiran did not time travel; just like when she dreamed of Bai Shengsheng, it was a dream.
Mu Yiran could do nothing. No matter how she tried, Shi Youxi still couldn't see her. She could only watch Shi Youxi murmur to a collapsed area, "From here on, if I suffer the same thing, I will be able to see my sister."
"I'm right here! Shi Youxi, look at me!"
Mu Yiran continued her futile actions, constantly jumping around Shi Youxi.
The boy remained unfazed, pulled out a tube, and stuck it into the cement slab above his head that hadn't collapsed. Finally, he pulled out a lighter.
"rub."
A spark ignited, illuminating Shi Youxi's face.
Mu Yiran had never seen Shi Youxi with such an empty expression, lifeless and dreary, like a puppet being controlled and walking.
Who stole his soul?
A bad feeling grew stronger. "Shi Youxi! Look at me!"
How can I make a sound? She can't touch anything, so...
Mu Yiran stared at the charred walls of the tunnel and, without thinking, crashed straight into them.
With a "bang".
There's movement!
Shi Youxi seemed to have heard the noise and turned her gaze over.
it works!
Mu Yiran was about to continue banging her head against the wall when Shi Youxi took the initiative.
"Is it your older sister?"
Mu Yiran nodded like a chick: "It's me, it's me!"
"really."
"...If I just get hit like my sister, I can see you, right?"
Mu Yiran froze. "No, what..." What does this mean?
Before Mu Yiran could react, the boy lit the lighter on the tube he had just shoved into his hand.
A huge explosion rang out instantly, and the already precarious concrete slabs and sheet metal overhead crashed down.
Shi Youxi stood motionless below.
"don't want!"
Mu Yiran lunged at the boy. She saw an expression on Shi Youxi's face, not one of fear or dread, but one of intense longing and anticipation.
"don't want--"
Mu Yiran sat up with a start, drenched in sweat, and looked into her arms, but there was nothing there.
She was still wearing her hospital gown and lying in the hospital bed.
The bracelet was worn perfectly on my wrist.
Everything vanished. There was no crossing, no tunnel, and no Shi Youxi. Only Mu Yiran, who had just woken up from this dream, remained.
…
"Everything's packed, let's go."
Mo Mumu walked ahead, dragging a suitcase, and Mu Yiran followed her out of the hospital and into the car.
After spending a week in the hospital, with no problems found in her daily checkups, Mu Yiran was discharged by Lin Ran on the grounds that she should not occupy public resources.
Mu Yiran did not appear in my dreams again this week.
Perhaps because she was frightened by Shi Youxi's suicidal behavior in her dream, she always woke up in the middle of the night.
After time and time again, even she began to doubt whether she had really traveled through time, and whether Shi Youxi really existed.
As the car drove through the Shenzhen-Hong Kong CBD, a fashion show was being projected in 3D on the tall office buildings.
While waiting at the red light, Mo Mumu looked around and said, "Hey, I heard that Shenzhen and Hong Kong invited Lac to the Spring Fashion Week show. It seems that what they said about Lac expanding into the domestic market is true."
Lac is a local luxury brand in Italy, specializing in jewelry and clothing. Compared to other established brands, Lac has quickly captured the favor of young women both domestically and internationally in just a few years with its unique design and style concepts.
The advertisement ended with the simple and clear Lac logo. Mo Mumu, for some reason, laughed and said, "How do you think the founder of Lac came up with such a name? Lacuna, meaning missing. It doesn't match Lac at all, which has everything in the fashion world."
Mu Yiran absentmindedly hummed in agreement.
"I checked the forum and heard that Lac staff will be invited to be judges for your graduation project this year. Tsk tsk, good luck! Even though you got an offer from Bridgely, you have to win the gold medal for your graduation project and show some people what real original design is."
"oh……"
While checking the road conditions, Mo Mumu glanced at the person next to her. The girl absentmindedly fiddled with the jade bracelet on her wrist. This state of being out of her mind from time to time had been going on for a week.
"Hey, Mu Yiran, you better confess..."
Mu Yiran turned her head in confusion: "Huh?"
At the red light, Mo Mumu braked and stopped. Her narrow eyes scanned her up and down: "Are you hiding something from me?"
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