Xiao Cheng was becoming more articulate... but... but she hadn't taken good care of Xiao Cheng, yet when Xiao Cheng was discharged after a severe illness just four years ago and then soaked by rain all night, she remained completely oblivious in that dark place. Moreover, her blood type didn't match Xiao Cheng's, and heartbreakingly, her own kidney couldn't be donated to him...
Gently clutching Xiao Cheng's hand, Yin Xia Mo’s lips were bloodless. *The rain intensified. Through the curtain of darkness, the blinding beams of the car headlights illuminated the road ahead as if it were day. The vehicle accelerated to its maximum speed, the wipers frantically sweeping across the glass.
Her phone remained off... He couldn't find her... On this vast, rainy, late night, he couldn't locate her... Luo Xi gripped the steering wheel, his fingers white with tension.
When he chased her out of the banquet hall, she was gone, vanished as if swallowed by the downpour. There was no trace of her on the road. Where had she gone? What could have happened?
Why was her face so pale when she rushed out of the hall... Something must have occurred... A violent pain seized his heart! Her desperate, pale figure, rushing out in distress, felt like a final farewell from her life.
Fear eclipsed everything else—even concern about her involvement with Ou Chen—he only needed to find her, find her immediately! But... where could she be... Her house was dark, unlit, looking as if no one had lived there for ages; a thin layer of dust coated the doormat outside.
He pressed the doorbell relentlessly, clinging to the hope that she might miraculously open the door. He vowed never to doubt her again; even if she still had some connection to Ou Chen, he wouldn't question it anymore... But her neighbor informed him—she hadn't returned. Where had she gone...
He pushed the accelerator to the floor, half-lowering the window. The cold, chaotic raindrops lashed against Luo Xi! He was soaked to the bone by the deluge, yet inside, a fire of agonizing pain threatened to incinerate him to ash! But...
her office was also dark and deserted... Where was she... A sense of hopelessness, a creeping dread, began to spread from Luo Xi's marrow... an ominous premonition...
If he couldn't find her now, he would never find her again... On the rain-lashed highway. A sharp screech of tires! The car slammed to a halt on the roadside!
Luo Xi’s body lurched forward with a thud. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his dark, damp hair disheveled across his forehead, starkly contrasting with his face, which was as pale as snow, yet his lips were vividly red, as if freshly bleeding. He stared stiffly at the white obscurity of the rain coating the windshield, the pain in his chest overwhelming. Where on earth was she...
In the torrential downpour. It felt as though the entire world was submerged by the rain. Suddenly, Luo Xi’s fingers gave a slight tremor. He remembered her saying...
Xiao Cheng was sick in the hospital... A spark of hope ignited in his eyes, and he seemed to instantly come back to life! Grabbing his phone, he dialed directory assistance and began calling hospitals one by one... *In the hospital room.
The dim lighting. Yin Xia Mo sat motionless beside the sickbed, like a stone statue. She stared blankly at her own shadow on the floor, her mind a complete void, feeling only that the shadow was about to pounce and devour her piece by piece. After an indeterminate amount of time.
Summer of Foam III