It's like through a layer of frosted glass, you can see a figure moving behind, but the facial features, details, and exact movements are all blurred together. It's not a feeling of forgetfulness, but of knowing that there should be something there, and now it's been roughly wiped away by something.
Chen Yan stood up holding on to the wall, shaking all over.
This is no coincidence. The words disappear and the corresponding memories become blurred—these two things happen almost simultaneously. He recalled the differences in words and sentences when he compared historical materials in his study, and recalled the exact same sentences in "Ode to the Wild Goose Valley" and the inscription on the temple...
"I see." He whispered, his voice hoarse, "If you change the history books, you can change the reality. Even the memory will not be let go."
The rain is getting heavier.
Holding the fragment in his arms, he walked deeper into the alley. Where to go? Have no idea. The study is gone, and the capital cannot stay any longer. The Xiu Shiwei will definitely be searching for him throughout the whole process. Out of town? Every city gate must be targeted now.
When he reached a fork in the road, he hesitated.
The left leads to the dock, where you may be able to catch a cargo ship. The right leads to the West Market, where you may be able to hide in the crowded streets. But no matter which choice you make, it's like falling into a trap.
"Brother."
