311 Untitled (1/2)

The pathway was not long, and it linked three courtyards. The sides of the staircase were filled with cobwebs that swayed in the air, and they reflected the silver moonlight with every sway.

Meng Fuyao silently looked at this average-looking palace. It felt familiar yet foreign, as though she had seen it before, but it was not familiar to the point that she knew it by heart. There were just some details of certain places that tugged at her heartstrings and evoked strong emotions within her.

Very slowly, she walked along the pathway. As she stepped onto the dried leaves, sounds of ”cha, cha, cha” were created as the leaves cracked, and the sound resembled mumbles she had heard in the past that were hard to understand.

Like a drifting ghost, Meng Fuyao went up the winding corridor, and she went straight for the third courtyard. Finally, she stopped in front of a small room that was locked.

As she stood before the room, she tilted her head with a look of confusion. Memories flooded her mind, and she could visualize chaotic and fragmented scenes. Those scenes flashed by like a slideshow… the small room… a lady in a green dress… lips pursed due to worries… a dark and small corner… hazy, bloodshot eyes… ghastly-white hands that reeked of urine…

Meng Fuyao whimpered, and she hugged her head. The messy scenes caused her blood to surge towards her brain, forcefully breaking past the barriers that guarded her memories. These memories that were instinctively locked up for self-protection were revealed in an instant; it was as though there was a small raft trying to survive the raging whirlpool of blood in her mind. Her brain was under extreme pain, and it seemed like there were thousands of knives stabbing at it. In just a short while, she had already broken out in cold sweat. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

She was so resistant… so resistant.

Meng Fuyao started to doubt herself. Could she persevere and walk into that room? She had not fully undergone one month of recovery, and her martial arts skill was not at its highest level. After taking so long to stabilize her inner energy, she must not let herself end up in psychosis twice in one month.

Behind her, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly extended his hand. He took her hand in a very determined manner and said, ”Fuyao, let's go. At least for now, it is not the right time for you to face it.”

After a moment of silence, Meng Fuyao suddenly walked over. She dusted off the thick layer of dust on the window of the room, and she reached her head inside.

She saw just an average-looking room.

Everything was covered in dust, and she took quite a while to distinguish the objects. There was a bed… drawer… vase… curtain… and a black and half-concealed black object behind the curtain…

All of a sudden, Meng Fuyao fell backward.

She fainted.

When she landed in Zhangsun Wuji's arms, her face was pale, her breathing was light, and the long eyelashes lightly fluttered. Zhangsun Wuji hurriedly placed his fingers on her wrist to check her pulse, but he realized that other than a slight unsteadiness in the pulse, she was not injured.

Fuyao… probably was too innately resistant. She had fainted out of a natural instinct to protect herself.

Zhangsun Wuji quietly carried Meng Fuyao in his arms, and he thought of her reaction when she saw the corner of the roof, and when she fainted when she peeked into the room. What kind of conflicts and tortures had she been enduring on this whole journey? The memories may have tried all means to force her to escape, but she still gritted her teeth and came close to her memories without any fear of consequences. Yet, in the end, she still lost.

As Zhangsun Wuji stood in front of the window, his eyes seemed to dart towards the interior of the room. It was as though he wanted to look at what was inside, but he quickly shifted his glance away after thinking twice. In the end, he just turned around, and he tightly hugged the woman in his arms.

Gently, he leaned down and gave a consoling, soft and careful kiss on Meng Fuyao's lips.

”Fuyao… I'm here.”

It was a breezy day.

There was the aromatic scent of flowers that blossomed in autumn.

A person quietly bent down, and an exquisite chin could be seen.

Who were the people speaking? The voices sounded near yet far, but it was continuous. The tone was low, the surroundings were slightly cold, and there was a nice fragrance, although it did not come from the flowers.

The exquisite chin was moving. When a silky sleeve brushed by, it felt a smooth as skin. Everything was dark, but that person shone so much that it seemed as though her life had never been as bright.

Outside the window, there was the sound of laughter and footsteps. There was also bright and radiant sunlight. Sunlight… it seemed like a long while since it appeared.

In the darkness, someone extended thick and weak fingers that looked like a bird's claws. They were as small as that of a baby, and the fingernails were filled with wood shavings. Clawing at wood… that was the only pastime.

”… I have to attend at the front… Please help me take care, you must… must…”

”Okay!” There was a cheerful reply from someone who sounded honest.

Suddenly, the small body shivered. It was fear… extreme fear. It was as though that honest-sounding voice was the worst and evilest mutter she had ever heard in her entire life.

The strange-smelling hand reached in.

The air around her suddenly moved like the ripples in the ocean. The scene was squashed, folded, and it quickly spun! It spun so fast that the traces could not be captured. Meng Fuyao opened her eyes wide to try to picture a complete image from those fragmented scenes in her mind, but she felt more and more dizzy, to the point that she felt like she was going to crumble, and she was going to be forever stuck in that sticky darkness.

”Fuyao… I'm here.”

I'm here.

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

Someone's voice was gentle but thick, resembling a cup of strong tea with a sweet aftertaste, helping her to dilute the bitterness in her life that she could not be rid of.

It stopped her from submerging into darkness and pulled her out from the pile of mud.

There was a familiar and unique scent that belonged to neither flowers nor trees. There was an ancient and implicit charm to it.

Slowly, Meng Fuyao opened her eyes, and she looked right into a pair of intent eyes that expressed anxiousness.