A Chan – CH 089

Chapter 89: Third Rewrite (4)

“Sister-in-law… Sister-in-law…” he began to shout with all his might, thinking he was making a loud noise, but it was just a hoarse, weak cry for help. “They took the recording pen…… Hurry downstairs… Zhong Yi… can still stop them…”

“Sister-in-law…”

“Ah Chan…”

Li Yunmo finally collapsed, unconscious on the ground, only his lips still moving unconsciously.

5, 4, 3…

Less than fifty meters from where Li Yunmo had fallen, Li Weiyi finally reached Zhang Jingchan’s ward door. She had just pushed the door open halfway when the hand on the bed, covered in IV tubes and monitors, suddenly moved.

Li Weiyi was startled. …2, 1!

In a dizzying blur, everything before Li Weiyi’s eyes began to distort: ​​the room, the hospital bed, the person, lines, dust, light, time…

The person on the bed, pressing their head with one hand, slowly sat up.

Less than three meters away, Li Weiyi collapsed to the ground.

Zhong Yi, supporting Li Xiaoyi, walked back to the ward; Wu Xinhui, who had accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Li to the doctor’s office, also returned. Everyone was shocked to see the two unconscious teenagers lying one after the other on the floor in the corridor.

However, Li Weiyi knew nothing of any of this.

In her world, in that moment of frozen time, it was as if an invisible hammer had struck her heart with a resounding “thud,” or as if an omnipresent, majestic ancient bell had echoed in her mind.

This dark instant felt like eight years to her.

She saw many things she had never seen before—time hidden in another person’s mind, time that didn’t belong to her.

Young Ah Chan sat upright at his desk, twirling a pen between his slender, pale fingers. A faint smile appeared on his face as he picked up the pen and continued writing in the hidden diary: “July 2nd, 2014, Sunny…”

In the police station morgue, Wu Xinhui collapsed to the floor, sobbing. The stubborn young man stood motionless, his eyes bloodshot. He turned and rushed out the door.

He stood at the gate of the long-dormant Fuming Group, a place silent and desolate like ruins. He looked up at it all, as if looking at his faith, or perhaps at a pile of garbage.

Gradually, people gathered behind him. Li Yunmo, Li Jinxiong, Wu Mingrui… and some workers who had received favors from Zhang Moyun in their younger days.

He worked tirelessly, sometimes unable to sleep all night. Sometimes he would flip through that notebook, jot down a few notes, then laugh self-deprecatingly and toss it aside.

…

He was now a well-dressed young man, sitting in the reception room, being interviewed by a female reporter, just as Li Weiyi had first seen him—imposing, composed, and aloof. After the interview, the reporter blushed and invited him to dinner, but he shook his head and left on his own.

That day, the day his fate was rewritten, he woke up as usual in the morning, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, and then, as if remembering something, he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and smiled softly.

…

Li Weiyi felt as if she had fallen into a bizarre and bewildering abyss. Those years he had endured alone flashed before her eyes; she was clearly an observer, yet it felt as if she had experienced them firsthand, seeing clearly every secret he had kept hidden in his heart for those eight years.

Finally, all the images disappeared.

Complete silence fell. Li Weiyi seemed to have been unconscious for a very long time, or perhaps she had only lost consciousness for a fleeting moment.

January 13, 2022, Ah Chan, this time, can we still reach our destination?