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I saw be carefully Michelle lets out a groan of acute pain, holding his head with both hands,for the attempt of easing the pain made by his stirring brain -- In more exact words it is more suitable to be called 'soup'.
But the anguish is not fading away, instead, it's apt to double itself ,while Lixiao is rolling over and over accompanying his louder and louder howl in pain,only to fall from ground into air. Lixiao faces towards the sky adorned with a great sun, he eyes so hurt that they close themselves automatically, leaving him lose sight to fail to take an eyewink of the surroundings.
In the end, he beats smartly against something liquid, as though water babbling, which shares most of force accumulated by his falling and saves his life. And he lies in the liquid,with a pose of both arms and legs stretching randomly,still.
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Lixiao finds himself lying on his bed-- his real bed in the world where he lived before and which he still keeps yearning for. Looking around the room in the full mess, he gives out a long-time-no-see smile.
This is his house, his room and his shelter.
Far away out of the window curtained, some familiar sounds came back: the roaring of car engine, the yelling of packmen and the voice of pedestrians relaxing chat...All of them are mixed together ,responding mutually to form a street filled with bustle and jollification which conforts him well.
Lixiao lifts silky cover,jacket put on ,which was tossed on the floor originally and carries his bag over his shoulders,pulling the door handle and getting out of his room.But before he leaves ,his eyes travels around his warm room in effort to bear everything deeply in mind.
'I must be in a dream. 'He murmured to himself, wry smile appearing on face .From he opened his eyes, spotting the comforting room and the clean cover till now, a firm thought has all the time informed him:You'll have been dead, murdered by other you with a white silver dagger sliding over your neck briefly...
I don't give a shit about whether alive or not.Now that I am here, then I should enjoy myself.
Lixioa pulls the door closed, turning back down the stairs.
Crouching beside the staircase against the wall, he shoots a glimpse at the living room, then at the calendar behind which a Garfield holds it with its front claws,mouth open exaggeratedly.
April 1st,Saturday, no living things at home in addition to that Garfield.
Though no people at home, on tiptoe he walked towards the dinner table where the Ganfield is, as well as an exquisite chest in which his phone is locked. Lixiao reached in the side pocket at his trousers, readily takes out a piece of silver hairpin that was stolen from mom's jewelry box and picked that lock hang on the chest easily,while humming out of tone.
Phone in hand, a piece of message comes, lightening the phone's screen with dingtong, Lixiao's pupils deleted acutely.
The message reads,'I'am on your way home, ready for my presence!'
April 1st, Saturday, a normal weekend day.
However, when comes to year, everything changed. Lixiao could feel his heart beating quickly and heavier, appearing to burst out at any second,as his head is rotating about towards the evil-smiled Ganfield with eyes closed, shaking.
Not 2007,not 2007,not...He mutters,sight recovered.
2007!It's April 1st in 2007,Saturday evening,when his parents went out together for fun leaving him stay and be slashed cruelly!
He looks at the cloak.
There's only one hour left for him.