Chapter 142 In the Mist
Zheng Wudi continued to hold his mother's hand and walked forward.
They walked until they reached a street corner, where they stood waiting for the traffic light to change.
The street ahead was shrouded in mist, and Zheng Wudi and his mother stood there quietly waiting for the red light to turn green.
I just don't know why the red light at this intersection is so long.
Zheng Wudi's legs were tired from standing, so he and his mother leaned on each other and continued to wait patiently.
He waited and waited until Zheng Wudi heard his father call his mother's name.
The two of them turned around at the same time and looked at Zheng Wudi's father.
Dad looked excited and ran while saying, "Wait for me!"
Mom yelled, "Why are you running? We're all waiting for you here, don't rush!"
Dad still ran incredibly fast.
The distance gradually shortened, and the three of them gradually drew closer together.
Dad ran to Mom's side, took her hand, and said, "Where did you go? Why didn't you wait for me? I looked for you for ages before I finally found you!"
With his mother's arm hanging down, Zheng Wudi's right hand, which had been hanging on his mother's arm, also fell down.
Zheng Wudi was about to angrily question her father: Why are you ignoring her?
But her father acted as if he didn't see her and continued talking to her mother.
It seems that Mom has also forgotten about Zheng Wudi.
Zheng Wudi gently poked his mother's back.
Neither Mom nor Dad seemed to notice Zheng Wudi's presence. Holding hands, they walked straight across the road without waiting for the green light.
Zheng Wudi stood there and called out to them, but no one responded.
Only the silhouettes of two people, hand in hand, disappearing into the mist.
Zheng Wudi wanted to follow, but his feet seemed to be stuck in place, and he could only watch helplessly as their figures were gradually obscured by the mist.
When the light turned green, Zheng Wudi was finally able to move his feet.
Zheng Wudi immediately followed, but the street corner opposite was getting further and further away, and he couldn't get there no matter what he did.
Zheng Wudi kept trying to walk to the street corner.
Gradually, Zheng Wudi himself forgot why he wanted to get to the other side of the road in the first place.
I just felt like I'd forgotten something very important, so I stubbornly walked across the street.
But it didn't work...
Gradually, Zheng Wudi forgot everything. He just stood blankly in the middle of the road, staring at his surroundings, feeling as if he had forgotten something important.
What exactly have you forgotten?
The mist across the street spread out from Zheng Wudi as the center.
Only the spot where Zheng Wudi stood remained untouched by the mist.
Although it was not tainted, the mist was still persistent, wanting to fill the entire area.
Every now and then, it would extend its tentacles and reach towards Zheng Wudi.
Approaching Zheng Wudi, he seemed to be burned by something and immediately withdrew, calming down for a moment.
After a while, once the wound healed and the pain was forgotten, they would continue to test each other in a repetitive cycle.
Zheng Wudi stood there, slowly losing consciousness, becoming like a machine, standing still in place.
It seemed as if something was churning within the fog.
The surging movement at the edge hints at the bustling scene inside.
The mist seemed to have been altered. Originally centered on Zheng Wudi with a radius of one meter, it slowly shrank, until... it completely engulfed Zheng Wudi in the mist.
As Zheng Wudi lay in his office chair, his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
If she weren't still breathing, she would look like she was dead.
The lips turned white, the face turned bluish, the skin gradually lost its luster, and the body became stiff.