Chapter 45: A Piece of Memory (First Part) (1/2)
”Little Jing. Wake up.”
A gentle and soothing voice spoke to her full of affection.
Snowy didn't recognize the voice, yet, she felt it was very familiar. She felt it had been more than a million years since the last time she had heard the voice, but Snowy didn't remember where she heard it or who the owner of the voice was.
But how could it be? As far as she remembered, she had always been a system before she was coming into being—a collection of records powered by enormous processing capabilities whose sole purpose was to assist another being in becoming supreme. She had no awareness nor consciousness in that state. So, how could she have a sense that very much resembled a living being like ”hear” a voice?
The incongruity of her existence struck Snowy with an uneasiness.
Snowy repeatedly checked the records in her memories but got no information before her first assignment as a System. Her questions were left unanswered.
”Little Jing. Wake up.”
The voice once again resounded in her mind, and it was getting louder and more apparent.
'Who is this Little Jing?' The only name she ever had and needed was Snowy—it was given to her by Feng Xue, and it was precious to her. Why did the voice persistently called her Little Jing then? She felt both annoyed and curious.
Thinking about Feng Xue, Snowy remembered that she was with Feng Xue before she fainted. 'She must be distraught...' Feng Xue would be irritated with her temperament and immediately scolded her for recklessness when she woke up later. She let out a small chuckle as she imagined Feng Xue's scary yet adorable face.
”Little Jing. Wake up.”
The voice called her for the third time. This time, the voice not only appeared in her head but also reverberated across the corridor.
Like a chain of events, the corridor's wall shone brightly without warning. The emitted light superimposed with each other increasing its intensity and bedazzling Snowy. Snowy's eyelids hastily shut themselves off in reflex.
After the light slowly receded, Snowy wanted to open her eyes but strangely she couldn't! She tried several times, but her eyelids still won't budge.
Suddenly, a chain of chirping sound intruded into Snowy's ear. 'These are sounds of birds,' Snowy could hear them clearly and recognized them instantly. The chirps were from many kinds of birds, each of their songs coming together to make the dawn chorus as rich as any symphony.
And then a mix of sweet scent lingered around her nose, tickling her nostril. Sometimes it was mild and calming; sometimes, it was intense and intoxicating. It was as if she were in the middle of a flower garden.
Snowy realized that she was in a different place now.
”Little Jing. Wake up”