Chapter 103 Chapter 103 Does She Really Like You?
Chapter 103 Does She Really Like You?
The blurry figure gradually became clear; it was precisely his former self.
That face, so ordinary it couldn’t be more so, its original resolve gradually twisted into distortion.
Pedestrians pointed and whispered, car horns blared incessantly, raindrops pattered against his ears, and his ex-girlfriend’s conversation with the gold-chain man grew increasingly mocking.
The blurry figure reached out a trembling hand.
His inner world gradually twisted.
Miraculously, Chi Xiaocheng could, at that moment, hear his inner thoughts.
“I loved you so much, I loved you so much, I loved you so much!”
“Why did you betray me! Why did you betray me! Why did you betray me!”
“Fake, fake, fake!”
Two years of beautiful memories, like a nightmare, haunted the figure at this moment; his outstretched hand still dared not grasp the knife Chi Xiaocheng offered.
Until the gold-chain man’s fat right hand encircled his ex-girlfriend’s waist, stroking her while looking on with condescending superiority.
It was as if he were declaring a victor’s pronouncement.
The distortion of a person’s character often only requires a single dramatic rise and fall.
The blurry figure abruptly clutched the small knife Chi Xiaocheng had offered.
If you can’t have it, kill it?
No.
Such scum shouldn’t be allowed to remain in this world!
The figure’s sudden outburst startled the gold-chain man; he pushed his ex-girlfriend forward, and the knife plunged deep into her abdomen.
She looked up in disbelief, meeting the blurry figure’s intensely crimson eyes.
Then, with a bleak smile, she said, “A’cheng, for a love-struck fool like you, anyone you love will become a tragedy.”
The screams of the crowd and the man’s furious curses drowned out his ex-girlfriend’s voice.
Crimson streamed down, quickly washed away by raindrops. The fallen white roses gradually stained red, as if absorbing nutrients, vying to bloom.
Chi Xiaocheng stood by, the anger that had risen in her heart gradually transforming into confusion and fear.
At this moment, she felt as if she were experiencing everything with her former self.
Only when the red, washed by the rain, flowed to her feet did Chi Xiaocheng manage to snap back to reality.
She swallowed, continuously reassuring herself, “This is just a dream. Nothing like this happened in my past life’s memories. Now I am Chi Xiaocheng; these events have nothing to do with me.”
After all, her past self had merely stayed cooped up at home for three months after the breakup.
The police arrived.
The ambulance arrived too.
His ex-girlfriend’s stomach had been gashed open, and his former self was struck hard on the head by the gold-chain man.
After emergency treatment, he fell into a coma.
With a heavy heart, Chi Xiaocheng temporarily left the hospital, returned to her own dorm, went to his ex-girlfriend’s home, and then followed the gold-chain man for a period.
Rumors began to spread; that self, now hospitalized, became the school’s after-dinner topic of conversation.
More and more dark history was dug up.
It stirred up unpleasant memories for Chi Xiaocheng.
His ex-girlfriend would always return late, claiming her part-time job was very busy.
Her best friend had contacted him, saying her private life was actually very messy.
Rumors would always circulate in school, saying she was seen with a certain man, but those were just rumors after all.
Because when they were together, Chi Xiaocheng had felt nothing amiss with the ex-girlfriend.
She only felt her abundant love.
So no matter what the rumors, Chi Xiaocheng chose to believe her.
But the result was...
Countless times of trust, and a single betrayal shattered his world.
His former self would not have dwelled on it, but now in the dream, a continuation appeared that had never occurred in his memories!
All this time, he had been treated like a dog, played for a fool.
A life both ordinary and tragic.
Time flew by, and his former self gradually woke up in the hospital.
He should have been sent to the police station for trial, but during diagnosis, it was discovered that the patient had schizophrenia and was a mental patient.
It’s well-known that for a mental patient, anything they do is considered normal.
He began to lethargically accept treatment, spending his days in the agony of belated realization.
He lived numbly for a long time, as if searching for the sole light, a lifelong partner, only to finally discover that it had all been a deception.
Chi Xiaocheng wasn’t sure how long the dream had lasted. She watched her former self escape the mental asylum, return home, and begin to drink heavily.
Perhaps he was drunk, for the figure looked up, as if seeing Chi Xiaocheng, who had been transparent and detached from this world all along.
He asked faintly, “Aren’t you angry?”
Chi Xiaocheng was startled, then laughed bewilderedly. “These events are fictional. Why should I be angry? I was betrayed by her, then we broke up, and that was that.”
“The one suffering is you, trapped here.”
The figure smiled. “What? So you already forgot.”
The cross-time dialogue left Chi Xiaocheng somewhat bewildered.
The figure took another sip of wine, his eyes filled with weariness and regret. “Tell me, what did those two years of my youth amount to?”
The question was directed at the figure himself, and also at Chi Xiaocheng.
She couldn’t answer, only feeling a faint ache in her heart.
The figure shook his head gently. “Never mind. Now that I’m out, I’ll make those two who deceived me pay the price!”
Chi Xiaocheng didn’t intervene this time, because she felt it would be harder than climbing to heaven.
His ex-girlfriend was still in the hospital.
And the gold-chain man was the big boss of a certain underground casino.
How could his ordinary former self possibly achieve that?
She watched as the figure scraped his own face, disfiguring it to evade searches from the mental asylum, all while investigating the gold-chain man and his ex-girlfriend.
As the 'victim', he easily contacted the man, exploiting the man’s desire to find amusement in the situation.
Then, in his own room, he dismembered the man piece by piece, leaving him there forever.
The figure, himself a patient, easily entered the hospital, and that night, his ex-girlfriend slept forever in her hospital bed.
There was no exhilarating satisfaction of successful revenge; an endless emptiness drove the figure to a coffee shop.
What followed were two thugs selling rock sugar.
Having lost the will to live, that former self resisted without fear.
After that, the events were not familiar to Chi Xiaocheng.
After the figure was admitted to the hospital again, he not only didn’t go mad but became increasingly like a normal person; the void in his heart seemed to be filled, and he completely forgot what had happened in the past few months.
The medical report clearly stated—selective amnesia.
He was discharged, secretly followed and observed by two plainclothes officers.
Then came a roaring truck.
The figure didn’t seem mad, nor did he have amnesia.
The moment the truck bore down, time stood still.
His former self stood before the truck, quietly asking Chi Xiaocheng, “Now, do you still think this is fake?”
“Is this really just a dream?”
The words were asked by the figure, yet they murmured forth from Chi Xiaocheng’s own mouth.
The figure turned away casually. “I’ve always wondered if I couldn’t forget Yiran, or if I was unwilling to accept it, or perhaps wanted to possess her. Now I’m slowly beginning to understand.”
“I just longed for someone like that to love me.”
Months of experience had already turned the figure’s eyes bloodshot.
That cognitive blur gradually transformed into Chi Xiaocheng’s current appearance.
The two stood together, as if looking into a mirror.
The figure, now transformed into 'Xiaocheng', walked up to Chi Xiaocheng, a small hand resting on her shoulder, his voice low and terrifying, “Do you really like Taotao? Does Taotao... really like you?”
Cold sweat broke out.
Chi Xiaocheng suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for breath.
She turned her head to look at the figurine; it was still lifelike, unchanged.
Everything in the dream had been so clear.
Was it fabricated content...
...or a forgotten real memory?
No, none of that mattered.
Only one thing was most important in the entire dream!
Chi Xiaocheng’s hand trembled as she reached out, but she couldn’t grasp her phone. Her entire body felt devoid of strength, so she had to roll off the bed and fall to the floor before she could, in a fluster and unease, touch the screen.
The phone dialed, connected, and a sweet, slightly reassuring voice chimed, “Xiaocheng, is something wrong, calling so late?”
Chi Xiaocheng’s hair was disheveled, her lips dry, and she asked in a hoarse voice, “Taotao… do you really like me?”
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