Yu Wanbai climbed up from the river ten years after his death.
She looked at her warm body and empty pockets and fell into deep thought.
It happened to be a heavy rain, and when he was hungry and cold, he thought of Si Mingqing, the bamboo horse he grew up with.
At the public phone booth, Yu Wanbai pressed the number nervously.
The phone was connected, but it was surprisingly quiet on the other end, with only the odd dripping sound, which sounded extremely sticky.
"Sorry it was the wrong number!"
Yu Wanbai's mind went blank, and he hung up the phone in a hurry, regretting his head-heated decision. Who would believe in the resurrection of the dead?
Fortunately, she was picked up by a kind-hearted Taoist priest, and her food and clothing problem was solved.
The phone call that was briefly connected was quickly forgotten by her. She only cared about one thing now.
The Taoist priest said that it was against God's will for a dead person to return to the living world, so he wanted to send her to reincarnation.
One restless night, there was a knock on the door.
Yu Wanbai stared blankly at the bodyguards occupying both sides of the corridor and the young man sitting in a wheelchair, looking at her quietly.
The gentle and beautiful eyes in my memory have no focus, the figure is mature and upright unique to adulthood, but the expression is indifferent, which is completely different from ten years ago.
Behind him was the Taoist priest who was pinned to the ground by his bodyguards.
He stretched out his hand towards Yu Wanbai, the exposed half of his wrist was wrapped with thick gauze, and his tone could not refuse.
"Wanwan, come home with me."
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After sitting in a wheelchair, he hated everything around him even more.
Countless failures told him that the girl who was vivid in his memory would never come back and left him forever.
On a rainy night, he sat alone in a dark room, feeling the loss of blood. In a trance, he seemed to see the figure he had been thinking about for several years.
The sudden ringing of the bell woke him up from his near-death hallucination.
"Sorry it was the wrong number!"
The phone was hung up hastily and he suddenly laughed.
Tears with bright red blood dripped down the pale cheeks and fell on the cold screen.
How could it be wrong?
He only told one person's number and waited for ten years for the ringtone to not ring.
The person he had thought about for a long time appeared before his death as he watched coldly.
It doesn't matter if you can't see it with your eyes.
He would find her, no matter what the cost.
Even if he crawled, he would crawl to her side.
She could no longer take a step away from him.
He swore.
Intention: Positive and uplifting
