C71 (1/2)

I looked at him hard, trying very hard to remember who he really was. He was a tall, powerful man, and his eyes were cold, and if I had seen him before, I would surely have remembered him.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Memories flashed through my head like images, and he appeared in my mind, as if he had something to do with me, but I couldn't remember who he was.

Without giving us time to recall, there was a brief hubbub behind us, and it seemed that someone was chasing us. He pulled me by the hand and ran forward. There was a cliff in front of us, but he didn't hesitate to bring me down.

I woke up in a strange bed, with a girl a few years older than me on the table. She seemed to be waiting for me for a long time, and I couldn't react for a moment. Where am I now?

He opened his mouth with great difficulty. His mouth was so dry that he could not speak. He looked at his body. There was a tube in his arm. His originally not fat body was now even thinner.

I tried to speak, but my dry throat could only produce 'ah ah' sounds. The girl who was sleeping on her stomach was awakened by me, and when she saw me moving, she first let out a cry of surprise before hurrying over to sit on the edge of my bed, saying in surprise, ”You're finally awake, junior brother.”

Who is she? I was so familiar with her and called her Junior Brother. I couldn't understand why she called me that. I was so thirsty. I pointed to my mouth and she said, ”I know, I know.” She saw me in such a difficult situation, and snatched the cup to my mouth. I opened my mouth and realized that water was the source of life, and I drank so hard that I almost choked myself out of it, and when I poured a whole glass of water into my mouth, I felt so good.

My voice wasn't so hoarse, and my body felt much better. I panted for breath, and the girl frowned slightly as she watched me finish my drink. She whispered to me, ”Do you still want to drink?” She took the glass and leaned close to me, her mouth open, waiting for me to answer. I smelled her scent, and for a moment it was warm, and this girl gave me the feeling of home.

She should be someone very close to me. I stared into her eyes, very familiar, very familiar, and there seemed to be a myriad of unexplainable feelings between us. A word suddenly popped into my head.

She didn't say anything and just stared at me. She put her hand on my wrist and comforted me, ”Junior Brother, you might have just woken up and are still in a bit of a mess. Just wait a bit.”

She was very affectionate with me and didn't seem to be faking it. Was she someone important to me? Why do I feel a natural resistance to her, even fear? I shook my head and said nothing.

She touched my hair and said, ”It's good that you're awake. I'll call you master later. He'll be very happy when he sees you wake up.” Smiling at me, he got up and went downstairs.

As she smiled at me, many strange images flashed through my mind, the blood that filled the sky, the screams of despair, and the image of a person walking towards me. That person kept pressing closer and closer, threatening me, ”Come over here, I told you to come over, why didn't you listen to me?”

Thinking of this, I felt a stabbing pain in my head, as though I had touched something. Waves of dizziness hit me, causing me to hurriedly close my eyes.

She seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, and I noticed that my hearing had become very good. I could hear her every move downstairs clearly, and even her words seemed to be in my ears.

In a daze, I felt someone saying, ”Great, I've finally woken up. I thought … ”Sigh.” Master, don't worry. I will be fine. ” Then I went to my bed and put my hand on mine. I felt it was rough, and then a voice said, ”It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake.”

Although I woke up, my body was in pain. I didn't want to get up immediately. When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside. There was a small lamp on the bedside table. I tried to get up.