The sound near his ear grew noisier as time passed, seeming as if the number of people mumbling "nearby" was increasing. Among them, Tang Ye even heard some familiar voices, belonging to people he seemed to know.
The pages of Tang Ye's life journal swiftly turned backwards, revealing many faces, some of them colleagues, some so-called friends who weren't really friends, and others mere strangers he had encountered only once.
As the train of life wildly reversed, Tang Ye did indeed recapture that feeling, life was like that one-direction train, in this journey, every person you meet, every event you encounter, represents the stations and signposts you see.
The mumbling around him increased, oppressing his mind, like seeing countless overlapping shadows in a dream. It all seemed incredible, but only Tang Ye knew, these were all auditory hallucinations.
However, amongst these noisy murmurs, he seemed to have made out the meaning of a phrase.
