Even though Yun didn't know how to go about it, he also had his own ways. He quickly collected the electricity in his hand and directed it to the socket.
The electricity leaking into the grid from there acted as a carrier, delivering information to him.
He was not dependent on anyone, he could somehow access information even without his powers. It would just take time.
But...
Not to be dependent on anyone.
Was being this strong and consequently alone, self-sufficient as good as it seemed?
He couldn't answer that.
Sometimes, needing someone is feelings...
Without thinking, he advanced to the position indicated by the knowledge. Meanwhile, he couldn't deny that he had a strange feeling inside. Fortunately it was midnight, they must have been asleep.
He would have just looked at it silently.
However, Nanren had very different plans for him.
She was waiting for him...
***
Darkness advancing into the room, a thin skeletal structure, an upright body.
Delicate, fragile looking.
It is surprising that the administration in such a body is so harsh.
Yun.
Even though she was about to choke on her tingling feelings… even though her feelings whispered to escape, she ignored it and moved forward.
In the hallway.
Which room belonged to his mother?
He even slowed his breathing as he walked silently.
At that moment, when the light flashed from the memory, she dazzled her eyes and covered them with her hand.
As she slowly got used to the light, standing before her was the well-dressed lady Elena, as if she had just come home from work.
It did not collapse as Nanren said, on the contrary, it was very, very good.
Pupils constricted she, she lied?
While taking a deep breath, his body reflexively triggered, run, run away from here, his feelings were saying.
How much.
Escape from reality.
It's the part of him that's afraid to face it.
Although his eyes were dark, he did not move from his place in spite of the feelings. Problems cannot be solved by running away.
He could feel what he heard, and again she was suppressing it without noticing.
She chose to confront she.
Instead of suppressing or ignoring.
He took a deep breath, when was the last time the heart in his chest had beat so wildly?
With sharp eyes like a pair of unsheathed swords staring at him in front of him...
When was her mother so serious, so domineering? in his memory....
He doesn't remember.
Was there such a moment?
No, maybe he always showed her his sensitive side. It...
Did it mean that although her mother was right next to her, she was too distant to recognize her?
True...
With that wall he inevitably pulled.
He did not dare to open up in the illusion that he could go to anyone at any moment. She couldn't touch those feelings. Better to stay away, best not to get hurt when they get lost.
But why was she hurting more than anything now? A thin ache made his chest tremble.
He pressed his lips tremblingly.
Everything was not so easy.
His logic, which finds a solution to everything, is stuck here. Honestly, perhaps he was now captive to the feelings he had secretly despised, yielding like a prisoner.
Logic also loses sometimes.
No, most of the time.
Logic solves problems, people weren't the problem. You couldn't look at them that way. Now, he was faced with the problems of looking with this eye.
He was struggling under that overwhelming sense of pressure, he wanted to escape.
He wants to go.
He wants to hide.
To a place where no one can find him.
He doesn't want to be confronted.
He was crushed by the weight of his emotions, like a flood about to break the dam.
He didn't run.
Not that he logically chose to face it. He couldn't move. His feet looked like they were nailed to the ground.
Years of grievance filled him, so suppressed inside him that he could no longer cope with this greatness.
He opened his mouth, he had a lot to say, he couldn't say. The words are so heavy, they are crushed under it. It's so hard to get it off your lips.
He could not express his feelings.
His shoulders trembled slightly.
It's like he forgot to speak.
Does time pass so slowly, every time the woman in front of him looks at him emotionlessly, it's like a needle is stuck in his chest.
He wanted to explain.
'Why are you looking at me?
Mom?
I'm hurt.'
Still, the words didn't come out of his trembling lips. He lowered his gaze to the ground and bowed his head. He pressed his lip tightly.
Painful.
His eyes were red. She watered, her eyes filled with tears. But that drop seems to stubbornly refuse to flow.
It never went down.
-To be continued-