I seem to have had a nightmare.
The man walked toward me with an umbrella hanging low, then slowly raised it, revealing that familiar face.
He is smiling at me.
"Isn't it better if I die?"
I couldn't hear his voice, but I saw his lips moving as if he was saying so.
The towering mountain gate was about to be crushed by the heavy rain. It gradually deformed in my eyes. I wanted to run away, but my footsteps were nailed to the spot. I watched helplessly as the man walked toward me step by step, holding an umbrella.
The bluestone-like ground, along with the splashing raindrops, sent a chill straight to my scalp, and I almost lost all my strength.
The wind and rain roared violently.
"Didn't you expect me to come back?" He finally came to me, stretched out his hand, raised my chin, and forced me to look at him, "You are still the same as before."
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