At the time, he'd caught a glimpse from afar, and was nearly scared to death. How could he dare to look any longer? He hurriedly took advantage of the chaos to escape.
Now, seeing Wen Yan, his steps came to a halt. Visions spun before his eyes—his whole life flashing like a lantern show.
He randomly picked a hiding spot and ended up stumbling right into a dragon's pool and tiger's den.
When Wen Yan turned his head to look over, Tong Si felt as if the images flickering before his eyes began to chime with crisp, tinkling sounds.
That was from when he'd still been alive, in his childhood—the first toy he could remember, a wind chime hanging outside his window.
He didn't remember anything else, just that wind chime—its sound was clear and bright, the echo lingering on the beams. Whenever he heard the chime stirred by a breeze, he could always sleep soundly.
