Lu Jingyan suddenly opened his eyes.
He had gone to bed late last night without drawing the curtains, and the sunlight streaming through the clean windows made the room bright and clear.
Lu Jingyan stared at the ceiling, dazed, until his mind gradually started functioning again.
That incident had happened a long time ago, and over the years, he seldom touched the memories because they scared him.
Beyond some images he could never forget, he couldn't recall many of the trivial details, so much so that his first reaction to the dream he just had was that he must have made it up.
Lu Jingyan tried hard to recall, and finally dredged up that scene from the depths of his memory.
It had really happened.
That tall boy, after she spoke those words, lifted his eyelids two seconds late, shifting his gaze from her hand gripping his backpack to her face.
He looked down at her from overtop and said after two seconds, "Let go."
