Epilogue

Even if she has long been shattered into pieces, with countless wounds, how could one imagine that all the satisfaction and contentment come from countless monotonous repetitions of rehearsals? The sunlight awakened her. He handed her a cup of water, his smile gentle, his voice calm. Yet the golden hands of the watch continued to turn stubbornly, clicking and clacking, leaping without hesitation, cycling endlessly, never stopping. She noticed his wristwatch, hey, how can he still wear it when the dial is shattered like this? Everything was so comfortable and harmonious, the sunlight just right, the soft lighting, she felt so comfortable that she didn't want to move. Yesterday? "Jing Shi, my name is Chen Ji'an." "Okay, okay... thank you, I will arrange to bring her here in the next couple of days." She opened her eyes and saw the exquisite and magnificent ceiling above, the layers of lights, and on the pale yellow wallpaper, there were small clusters of dandelions. "Jing Shi, are you awake?" The man who had just been on the phone was calling her, his voice gentle. The sunlight was so bright, his shirt clean and tidy, and he held a cup of just right warm water in his hand. She tried hard to think, yesterday was a blank. It was truly warm, she silently appreciated... The sunlight was so bright, his shirt clean and tidy, and he held a cup of just right warm water in his hand. She tried hard to think, yesterday was a blank. It was truly warm, she silently appreciated... She turned to look at him, such a familiar face, yet she couldn't recall where she had seen it before... "Yes, it was yesterday... I can recall some basic theories, my thinking is basically normal, and my sensitivity is even higher than that of ordinary people." She heard someone speaking in a low voice on the phone: "... Yes, yes... she is fine, she can remember that she used to have bangs, remembers her favorite clothes and scarves, remembers the food she liked, remembers that she had a trophy..." After a while, footsteps were heard, and she hurriedly lay down.

Even if I have long been shattered into pieces, with countless wounds.

How could one imagine that all satisfaction and contentment come from countless monotonous repetitions of rehearsals

The sunlight awakened her

He handed her the cup, his smile gentle and his voice calm

Yet the golden hands continue to turn tenaciously, clicking and clacking, leaping without hesitation, in a cycle that never ceases.

She noticed his wristwatch and said, "Hey, how can you still wear it when the dial is shattered like this"

Everything is so comfortable and harmonious with the books, the sunlight is just right, the lighting is soft, and she feels so at ease that she does not want to move

yesterday

Greetings, my name is Chen Jian'an

Alright, alright... Thank you all. I will arrange a time to bring her over in the next couple of days.

She opened her eyes and saw the exquisitely ornate ceiling above her, with layers of lighting, and on the pale yellow wallpaper, there were small clusters of dandelions.

"Jing Shi, are you awake?" The man who just spoke on the phone is calling her, his voice gentle

The sun shines brightly, his shirt is clean and tidy, and he holds a cup of water at the perfect temperature.

She struggled to think; yesterday was a blank.

It is truly heartwarming, she silently commented

She turned around to look at him, a face so familiar, yet she could not recall where she had seen it before

Yes, it was yesterday... I can recall some basic theories, my thinking is fundamentally normal, and my sensitivity is even higher than that of the average person

She heard someone speaking in a lowered voice on the phone: "... ... Yes, yes ... ... She is doing well, she can remember that she used to have bangs, remembers the clothes and scarf she liked, remembers the food she enjoyed, remembers that she had a trophy ... ... "

After a while, footsteps were heard, and she hurriedly lay down