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I love the morning and the dusk / I also love the withering of autumn / Transforming into a hue of yellow / Love has already changed its flavor in the aftertaste / Do not disturb that dream, you may continue to sleep

I sat up from the small sofa bed and detected a scent of medicated oil emanating from my forehead and temples. There was a bowl of clean water and a towel on the stool, and beside it, a box of Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid.

What? What are you saying, Ximan? I don't know if it's a problem with weak signals causing interference or what, but I can actually hear a strong tremor in Weilan's tone.

I nodded blankly, my entire being still in a state of confusion.

You are awake. He suddenly looked up and stared directly at me, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, creating a sense of surreal disorientation in this tranquil space

The response I received was a busy tone. I gently closed my eyes, lacking the energy to think of anything else; all that lingered in my mind was the shock and mystery brought by the painting "Jenny" in the exhibition hall.

Suddenly remembering something, I lifted the blanket, grabbed the bag from the coffee table, said thank you and goodbye, and rushed out. After exiting, I hurriedly followed the signs on the corridor walls, went downstairs, turned a few corners, and then sprinted all the way to the largest exhibition hall of the art museum. However, at this moment, the glass sensor door had stopped working. Through the glass door, I saw that the promotional poster for the art exhibition stated that the opening hours were from 8:30 to 17:30

Ah? Much better... Well, thank you for your embrace earlier... Oh no, thank you for saving me. In a faint, almost imperceptible laugh, I truly wished I could bite my tongue and end it all!

I squatted down in despair, gasping for breath, waves of dizziness crashing over me, my stomach churning violently. I rushed to the trash can, pressing my chest tightly, but nothing came out. The strength within me was being drained little by little, and I sat down beside the trash can, watching the sunset gradually sink to the other side of the sky. The chaotic thoughts in my mind were like the turmoil in my stomach at that moment; no matter how hard I tried, I could never find an outlet. The strength within me was being drained little by little, and I sat down beside the trash can, watching the sunset gradually sink to the other side of the sky. The chaotic thoughts in my mind were like the turmoil in my stomach at that moment; no matter how hard I tried, I could never find an outlet.

The summer solstice has returned

Sighing, I turned around and descended the stairs with heavy steps, heading towards the entrance of the art museum. The neon lights flickered along the street, and the bustling night began amidst the crowded flow of vehicles and people. I truly lacked the energy to squeeze onto the bus during rush hour. After waiting for a long time, I finally managed to hail a taxi, allowing my body to slump into the soft seat. Then, I fished my phone out of my bag and dialed the number for Yuelan.

The previous memories are slowly resurfacing in my mind at this moment, and I suddenly recall that just before I fainted, I was caught by a pair of arms... So? ... Is it this person in front of me?

Then there was a moment of awkward silence

"The summer solstice has returned." I softly repeat it.

Hello—hello—Azure

"You have suffered from heatstroke, do you feel any better now?" A somber voice sounded again

"You're welcome," he said

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a sofa bed in an unfamiliar room, covered with a thin towel blanket. I rubbed my temples, which felt as if they were about to explode, and raised my eyes to survey the room. The light in the room was somewhat dim, with a gentle breeze slowly lifting the curtains. The soft rays of the setting sun streamed in through a corner of the drawn curtains. Following that beam of light, my unfocused gaze finally settled on a man at the desk in the corner of the room. He was slightly bowing his head, flipping through a magazine. A stream of pale golden light danced around him, and from my position, I could only see his profile, which had a sharp and resolute outline. His long, thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the glow.

I do not know how long I sat there in a daze, when suddenly a jolt ran through my mind. I grabbed my bag and retraced my steps back to the previous lounge, standing outside the door and knocking urgently, but no one responded for a long time

This is the lounge of the art museum he explained as he saw me looking around

Then, I heard a loud crash on the other end of the phone