When the smell of disinfectant entered his nose, Lin Shen heard the sound of rain - not the patter of spring rain outside the window, but the roar of the bronze chimes struck by the heavy rain in his memory.
He tried to open his eyelids, but found that his eyelashes were stuck with some kind of glue. In the chaos, the touch of silk came from his fingertips, and the strand of black hair wrapped around his ring finger was exuding a faint scent of bitter almond. Su Mingxue's posture lying beside the hospital bed was awkward, like a panther about to leap up at any moment. The hem of her wedding dress was still stained with lily pollen from the wedding red carpet.
"The host's vital signs have been restored, and the memory fusion degree is 62%..." The mechanical sound vibrated deep in the cochlea, carrying some kind of ancient jade collision sound. Lin Shen suddenly remembered the staggering moment at the wedding - not dizziness, but the tearing feeling of dislocation in time and space. When the lily bouquets on both sides of the red carpet were dazzlingly white under the spotlight, he saw the rose tattoo on Su Mingxue's collarbone rotating counterclockwise, and the edges of the petals glowed with the blue light unique to quantum entanglement.
