"She's dead, I disfigured her, she starved to death! Hahaha! Even if you kill me, you won't find her, you'll never find her—"
The sealed-off memory was exhaled.
The words he intentionally forgot echoed in his ears once more.
Yes, Xiao Qian had told him this before she died, but he had always been unwilling to believe it.
"She was clearly disfigured, you are not her..."
He still wanted to deny it.
Still wanted to persist in his delusion.
"Since you don't believe, I'm leaving."
As soon as she finished speaking, he suddenly dashed forward, reaching out to grasp her hand.
Yet when he touched her, his hand slipped through.
The man stared blankly at his own hand, like a child lost and helpless: "It went through... my hand went through..."
He wished that all of this was false.
Or perhaps it was just a joke she was playing on him.
But at the moment his hand passed through, he knew with absolute clarity that this was no joke.
