The sky was slightly bright, the dim shadows of trees crisscrossed the window, and sparse sounds fell on Shi Yinjin's ears.
The movement of getting up neatly was interrupted by a headache that felt like needles. She could only hold her forehead with one hand, slowly leaned against the bed, and picked up the dark blue coat next to her with the other hand and draped it behind her.
The rain in late autumn is always continuous, and it has not stopped in the past few days. The coolness penetrated into Shi Yinjin's clothes with the wind, and little bits of rain fell on the umbrella. The footsteps and the sound of the wind blended together...
In the nameless pavilion, there sat a man wearing a moon-white Taoist robe. Only a few strands of cloud patterns embroidered with hidden threads could be seen on his sleeves. His hair was pulled up with a pine hairpin, and he seemed not to be touched by the world. She is teaching a little boy to play chess.
"I haven't recovered yet, and it's still raining. I really shouldn't have come out." The man raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Shi Yinjin and said.
The little boy was looking at the chessboard intently, but when he looked up following the master's words, he was tapped on the head.
"Watch your moves carefully."
"My memory is still incomplete." Shi Yinjin put away his umbrella and walked slowly towards the pavilion.
"Your injury is too serious. Where is my medicine? Your memory will not be fully restored until your body is almost healed. I have told you many times in the past few days, why are you so stubborn." The man said helplessly.
These days, the memory of Shi Yinjin before she was injured and fell into coma has been resurrecting in her mind, stinging like fragments, as if she would not give up until she saw blood.
The incomplete memory made her always feel that she had lost someone...
A very important person.
Intention: Self-improvement and endless life