mtl008 Chapter 197 Silence
Chapter 197 Silence
He slightly frowned his already heroic brows, and a look of suspicion instantly spread across his face. His deep and sharp eyes were now fixed on Lu Yan, who was not far away, as if he wanted to see through his eyes to his innermost thoughts.
After a moment, Fang Congyi opened her mouth and slowly asked, "Have you seen her anywhere else?" Her voice was low and magnetic. Although her tone sounded calm, it hinted at a hint of doubt.
At this moment, her heart was a mess, and she was uneasy because of the mysterious woman that Lu Yan had just mentioned.
Ever since hearing this question, Fang Congyi couldn't help but immerse himself in deep thought.
Fang Congyi closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and his brain was like a high-speed computer, searching and exploring rapidly in the depths of the vast sea of memory.
She does not let go of any corner of her memory, not even the smallest fragment.
Her thoughts were like a wild horse running wildly.
The more Fang Congyi tried to recall every detail related to this woman, the more anxious he became.
Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.
But even so, she was still unwilling to give up and continued to concentrate on digging deep into her treasure trove of memory, hoping that at some point a flash of inspiration would come and complete the missing puzzle piece.
She shook her head slightly, her eyes clear and resolute, her red lips parted, and she answered in an unquestionable tone:
"To be honest, I really have no recollection of it. I can't recall where I've ever met these two girls. Perhaps they are like fleeting shooting stars, merely fleeting passers-by in the long river of our lives; or perhaps they have never even set foot in my life, like two parallel lines that will never intersect."
As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Congyi sighed softly. That sigh seemed to carry the doubts and confusions in her heart about this mystery.
At this moment, her originally calm heart seemed to be thrown into a stone, causing ripples, and curiosity grew and spread wildly in her heart like weeds.
In the unforgettable experience before, the place where they met the woman named Yao Yaoyao was exactly this mysterious secret place shrouded in fog, hiding countless secrets and full of endless unknowns.
Fang Congyi had no doubts about this indisputable fact in his heart, because this memory was deeply imprinted in his soul.
No matter how hard he tried to track down the fragmented, shattered fragments of his present life's memories, or how hard he tried to dig deep into a past life buried deep within the vast river of time, so distant it seemed untouchable, Fang Congyi could never find the slightest clue to his encounter with Yao Yaoyao, not even the faintest impression or experience. He was like a traveler lost in a vast fog, unable to find the path to the truth no matter how hard he searched; like being trapped in an immense maze, he kept turning in circles, always returning to the starting point, unable to escape this confusing realm.
Amidst the tranquil and profound night sky, a dazzling streak of light suddenly streaked across the sky, like a blazing meteor, tearing through the darkness and, carrying with it endless mystery and the unknown, piercing the trajectory of his life, which had previously been as tranquil as a lake. The light was so dazzling that it momentarily distracted him, his gaze involuntarily drawn there.
Just as he was still absorbed in this sudden shock, a figure quietly appeared in his field of vision. It was a woman, graceful and light as a petal in the wind, or a dancing fairy. Her appearance came without the slightest sign, as if she had stepped in from another world, catching him off guard.
At this moment, she found herself in this secluded and untouched secret realm. Thick fog hung all around, faintly visible beneath towering ancient trees, their lush branches interwoven into a canopy of green. Thick moss carpeted the ground, emitting a damp, refreshing scent. In this secluded place, she was like a flower blooming in a secluded valley, alone, revealing her own beauty and fragrance.
"I seem to have met her once before, but it seems not to be the case... or that person is actually 'him'?" Lu Yan lowered his head slightly and muttered to himself. His low and gentle voice seemed like a feather gently lifted by the wind, floating away in the air.
He frowned, trying hard to recall the vague figure and fragments of memory in the depths of his mind. The vague outline sometimes transformed into the image of a gentle and beautiful woman, and sometimes into the appearance of a heroic man, leaving him confused.
Was it her or him? This fog enveloped Lu Yan's heart, causing him to fall into deep thought.
His once relaxed brows were now tightly furrowed, as if two thick, dark clouds were collided, forcing a deep furrow across his forehead. This furrow, as striking and sinister as the cracks in the dry earth, reminded one of the marks etched by the merciless passage of time. It was deeply embedded in his face, and every subtle line seemed to carry an endless stream of sorrow and worry.
He stood there quietly, motionless, like a statue. Yet, his eyes, like a deep, boundless ocean, held endless emotion and thought. At this moment, they stared straight into the distance, as if drawn by a mysterious and powerful force.
The distant scene gradually became blurry, as if shrouded by layer upon layer of thick fog. But he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he stared at the hazy land with increasing concentration, trying to penetrate these obstacles and see the figure hidden deep in his memory.
Who was that figure? Why did he pursue her so persistently? Perhaps only he knew the answer. As time passed, his gaze grew more intense, as if to burn away the fog before him. However, no matter how hard he tried, the figure remained elusive, ever-present.