The ceiling seemed to suddenly become mottled, turning into powder that was blown away by the wind before his eyes, replaced by the pristine white roof of a hospital. He trembled slightly, waking from a dream to find himself back twelve years ago, in the hospital room where his mother passed away.
He stood up and found that there was already another him in the room—the slender, youthful boy of twelve. The young him was sitting on a chair opposite the hospital bed, fiddling with a newly purchased game console, while his gentle-eyed mother leaned against the bed, quietly staring out the window in a daze.
Bai Cheng'an opened his mouth but found he couldn't say a word, as if he was just a shadow in this bygone time and space. He even tried reaching out to push his younger self, but his hand went right through the boy's shoulder, causing less impact than a breeze.
