novelraw Chapter 0135 The Torrent of Memories
Chapter 0135 The Torrent of Memories
In the study, the afternoon sun slanted across the table, and dust motes danced in the beams of light.
Wen Ning stood there, his gaze fixed on the rusty iron box.
Her breathing became rapid, and her heart pounded erratically.
That inexplicable sense of familiarity was like an invisible thread, tugging at her nerves, causing a sharp pain with every movement.
"Open it."
Jiang Ci's voice rang in my ears.
It was very light, carrying a hint of cautious probing, and also a resolute determination to go all in.
"Let's see what's inside."
Wen Ning reached out her hand, trembling.
My fingertips touched the cold edge of the metal box.
The rough rust scraping against the skin brings a real, timeless tactile sensation.
"Click".
The lid of the box was opened.
A musty smell wafted over.
Inside lay an old white cell phone.
There were several cracks on the screen, like a torn net.
Underneath the phone were several yellowed sticky notes, the handwriting somewhat blurred, but it was her own.
Wen Ning looked at the phone.
A sharp, piercing ringing suddenly echoed from the depths of my mind.
"Sizzle—!!!"
It felt like a high-voltage current had instantly pierced my temple.
A sharp pain exploded.
Wen Ning groaned, his body swayed violently, and he barely managed to stand up by supporting himself on the table with one hand.
Her other hand, however, seemed to be bewitched, instinctively grabbing the phone.
The instant my fingertip touched the device.
The seal in my mind called "forgetting" shattered.
Countless cacophony, like a flood bursting its banks, surged into her mind without warning and with overwhelming force.
[Host, please bind.]
[Host, mission issued: Make him hate you.]
[Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8...]
A cold, mechanical sound.
Emotionless instructions.
That's... the system?
Wen Ning clutched her head and bent over in pain.
The phone slipped from my hand and slammed onto the table with a thud.
"what……"
She let out an extremely painful groan, and cold sweat instantly soaked her forehead.
His face turned deathly pale in that instant, devoid of any color.
The scene before my eyes began to distort.
The real study disappeared, and Jiang Ci's face became blurred.
Instead, images were shown in fast-forward.
The most crucial and brutal truths about the past three years, which were forcibly erased, are now being frantically revisited.
Scene 1:
A night of torrential rain.
The system coldly warned: "If you don't break up with him, his luck will run out. You'll ruin him."
She wrote in her memo, tears streaming down her face: "I'd rather rot in the mud than let him stand in the light."
Scene 2:
The night before the victory celebration banquet.
Her hands were trembling as she held the specially made fake necklace.
The system urged: "Only by making him hate you can he survive."
She practiced that cruel smile in front of the mirror over and over again, until her face became stiff and her heart turned to ashes.
Scene 3:
The attic in Paris.
She had a persistent high fever.
She called out "Aci" in her dream, but when she woke up, she could only shed tears over the unfinished painting.
memory.
All the memories.
It swept in like a tsunami, shattering all her cognitive defenses.
original……
She is not a bad person.
She is not vain.
She did not betray him.
She loved him.
I've always loved it.
She loved him so much that she was willing to risk her life, and she turned herself into a villain that everyone hated, all in order to ensure his safety and well-being.
"Well……"
Wen Ning knelt on the carpet, her hands gripping her hair tightly, her nails digging into her scalp.
The sheer volume of information overwhelmed her fragile nerves.
The grievances, heartache, loneliness, and despair of the past three years that came to light instantly backfired.
It hurts too much.
It really hurts.
It felt as if my soul had been forcibly torn in two and then stitched back together.
"Ningning!"
Jiang Ci kept staring at her.
She suddenly collapsed to the ground in pain, her face as pale as paper, and she even began to convulse.
He panicked.
He rushed over, knelt on one knee, and hugged her tightly.
"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
"Don't think about it anymore... I won't pressure you... We don't want to think about it anymore!"
He regretted it.
He shouldn't have let her see that phone.
If regaining her memories is so painful, he would rather she remain a heartless fool for the rest of her life, and rather she believe herself to be a bad person for the rest of her life.
Wen Ning trembled violently in his arms.
She struggled to open her eyes.
My vision was blurred, choked by tears.
She looked at the anxious, heartbroken face in front of her.
This is the face she has loved for two lifetimes.
Reality and memory overlap.
The boy who screamed desperately in the rainy night and the man in front of her who cherished her like a treasure yet treated her with utmost care overlapped.
She opened her mouth.
I want to speak.
She wanted to tell him the truth, she wanted to tell him how much she loved him.
but.
My throat felt blocked, and I couldn't make a sound.
Her extreme physical weakness and intense mental strain made it impossible for her to cope.
It's black in front of you.
The world was plunged into boundless darkness.
Wen Ning's body went completely limp.
I lost all my strength.
She fell heavily into Jiang Ci's arms.
"Wen Ning!!!"
Jiang Ci's roar echoed in the study, filled with trembling terror.
He held the unconscious girl tightly in his arms.
My hands are shaking.
Heart is bleeding.
he knows.
She remembered.
The forgotten pain, the buried sacrifices, have all returned.
in the dark.
Wen Ning's consciousness did not completely dissipate.
She felt as if she were floating in a warm ocean.
Those shattered fragments of memory are being pieced together little by little.