Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

Four of the morning flowers on the branches bloomed quietly. several months. Every morning, the door will be knocked on time. My father drove me to Shuguang Hospital for weeks and days. Later I would wake up before he knocked on the door, or even wait in the living room early.

Su Erin will walk with me two days a week, because she usually has classes. On the contrary, it was on my side. For some reason, my father canceled my courses for the past few months. I also know that he is not aware of my guilt. He and I are sticking to different goals, but they are only heading for the same goal.

When I saw my mother for the first time, I also hesitated whether to tell her about Xia Yinci. But I don't seem to have the right to hesitate. ——Because since that day, she is no longer as close as she used to be. Even though I sometimes tried to tell her something, she would be uncharacteristically and rather impatient, as if I had ceased to be something she valued and had become a mere liability.

She also stopped asking me about dominating the war. Even if I told her that when I had a dream recently, the dream scene became more and more blurred, she would not worry and come to me to confirm what was going on.

Over time, I finally realized that she knew about it. At the very beginning, her appeal to me about agreeing to the request to dominate the war was just a disguise she made to conceal her most essential purpose.

So, since that day, whether her attitude towards me has changed, or whether she has simply exposed her truest attitude towards me, I am gradually inclined to the latter guess. My mother was never the one who listened to me from the bottom of her heart.

So.. the first morning glory flower withered. I began to understand that Xia Yinci was the only person who was really willing to experience what I experienced.

It's just that as the time of being estranged from my mother prolongs, the dream becomes more and more blurred. The gradually blurred dream makes it difficult for me to grasp the rudder that controls the dream. Even crossing the gate of the world in a dream and meeting Xia Yinci has become impossible. I thought it would recover over time, but it only got worse.

I also tried to turn to my father for help, and he no longer took my words as delusions of childhood children as before, but even if his attitude changed, it was never what I needed. Because whenever I asked him, he would just show a distressed expression and answer like that——

"Don't think about it. It's okay..Things will pass."

Unknowingly, another piece of rising sun fluttered down. It seemed to me that my father was deliberately delaying my realization of something.

The daily routine examination and "treatment" are still going on, and after each examination and treatment, I will take advantage of my spare time to come to the ward where Xia Yinci is, and stand outside the glass window looking at the peacefully sleeping she.

Whenever I come to the glass window, I always see the same quiet scene——

The slightly rusted glass windows are pushed out so that the scenery outside the window can flow into the ward. The bouquet in the vase is changed every day, standing upright on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, and sometimes unknown petals will fall.

The long, curved wire tube sends the transparent liquid in the infusion bottle to the girl's weak body bit by bit through the needle pinned to the hand. The electrocardiogram equipment always makes a beeping sound every few seconds. The maid of Xia Yinci's family sat by the hospital bed for the whole afternoon.

Listen to what Su Huilin said. The maid who served Xia Yinci in the past was actually in her sixties.

In fact, Xia Yinci's parents also cut off contact with her as early as two or three years ago. After that, she never received a salary again. She continued to take care of Xia Yinci out of her own obsession only because she couldn't let go of Xia Yinci.

One day when Su Huilin mentioned this matter in his father's car, his father commented like this - "She may have regarded her as her own daughter."

At that time, I felt an extremely painful physical sensation in my chest. My field of vision was also suddenly wet with tears, I stretched out my hand to rub my eye sockets, and my fingers were full of wet traces. Only then did I understand why she didn't want me to enter the ward, and she wouldn't let others in at ordinary times, and stayed silently in the ward to take care of her.

It was I who wore away the flower of trust that was dying in a woman's old age.

How could she allow a person who caused her daughter to fall into this situation to enter her daughter's ward; she might not even believe that the person who hurt Xia Yinci was her closest playmate. Faced with such a fact, how dare she let others approach her most cherished person?

at last. Another Chaoyan flower also disappeared on the branches and leaves. It disappeared without knowing it, just like I don't know when it grew. There is only one flower left on the branches and leaves, which is faltering but stays there very firmly.

Time flies. I started to only talk to Su Erin. And it was only when she and I were there that I would talk to her.

The name of "Dark Death" gradually faded in my heart, and withered along with other memories connected to it. Together with everything I have done, the feeling of repentance, the determination to never escape again, the past of self-closing, and the three falling petals, all disappeared in the depths of my memory.

Silently, the Chao Yan Hua bloomed all over the branches and leaves again.