The time of the city

Chapter 226 He Only Belongs to Me

The night was as thick as ink, tightly wrapping the small house. It was airtight and not a single ray of light could find a gap to penetrate.

Inside the room, the boy lay straight in the middle, as if he had merged into the endless darkness. His eyes were staring straight upwards, but he could see nothing but pitch black.

He could no longer remember how long he had been imprisoned in this dark place. The days were mixed together in the darkness, with no distinction between day and night, and no concept of time.

At first, his mind was full of thoughts of escaping. He groped around in the darkness like a trapped animal, his hands frantically wandering on the cold and rough walls. But all that greeted him was the pain of hitting the wall and endless despair. The darkness made it impossible for him to even identify the direction of the exit.

Gradually, he began to get used to the darkness and to being alone in this small space with fear and loneliness.

He felt that he might be trapped here forever, a prisoner of darkness.

Just when he was filled with despair, slowly closed his eyes, and was ready to give up completely, a "squeak", subtle but extremely clear, broke the long silence.

The door of the house was gently opened a crack, and the crack was like a crack in the darkness, and a beam of light pierced straight in.

The sudden bright light made him squint his eyes instantly, and he instinctively raised his hands to shield them. But a voice in his heart screamed frantically, and he forced himself to open his eyes. It was a longing for freedom, an urgent yearning to escape this dark hell.

He staggered to his feet, his legs trembling slightly from being curled up for a long time and being weak, but he still rushed towards the door desperately.

As he approached, the gap in the door became wider and wider. In an instant, countless lights rushed in, filling the entire room in an instant, and the darkness was completely dispelled.

He stood at the door, breathing heavily. Before him was a path bathed in sunlight. The light was warm and bright, as if calling him. So he walked forward step by step along that path.

At the same time, in the room, Song Fei brought a basin of warm water and placed it beside the bed. She picked up a towel and carefully wiped Xiao Hecheng's body.

"Hecheng," Song Fei murmured softly, "Unconsciously, we have been with each other for so long. In my heart, you have long been no different from my husband." She paused slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, "I don't know why, I am looking forward to you waking up, but also a little afraid of you waking up."

As she spoke, Song Fei reached out and gently took Xiao Hecheng's hand, placing it in her palm and holding it tightly. "Actually, sometimes I think it would be nice if you just kept sleeping like this. That way, you would belong to me forever, and you would always need me."

Suddenly, Song Fei felt the hand in her palm seemed to move. She opened her eyes wide suddenly, and subconsciously clenched Xiao Hecheng's hand with both hands, staring at it closely, but after a long time, the hand did not move again.

"Hecheng," Song Fei smiled self-deprecatingly, "I might be too tired, I thought you were about to wake up, and my hands were moving." She leaned over and kissed Xiao Hecheng on the forehead, then picked up the basin and walked out of the room.

On the other side, the boy kept walking along the path. The further he walked, the stronger the light became, so bright that it seemed to penetrate his entire body.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes, his pace gradually slowing, and finally stopping. He hesitated, wanting to turn back. But when he turned around, there was no path behind him, only a vast expanse of white light, stretching endlessly, as if trapping him in a cage of light.

"No, I have to get out of here!" He roared inwardly, closing his eyes tightly and rushing forward recklessly. But the next second, his feet felt empty and his body plummeted uncontrollably. He opened his mouth in horror and let out a desperate cry: "Ah..."

Xiao Hecheng suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. He moved his fingers, but they were still a little slow.

He remembered falling into the abyss, but now he was lying here safe and sound. He also remembered the dark room and the long years he spent in it. Was it all just a dream?

He had tubes inserted into his body, making it difficult for him to move. He could only turn his eyes and look at the unfamiliar environment around him. "Where is this?" he asked, his voice hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against his face.

"Hecheng, you...you're awake?" Song Fei appeared at the door in surprise, holding a bouquet of flowers. Because she was too excited, her hands were shaking so badly that she almost dropped the flowers in her hands.

"Where am I?" Xiao Hecheng turned his head slightly and looked at Song Fei.

"This is our home, Hecheng." Song Fei stepped forward quickly and held Xiao Hecheng's hand tightly. Tears instantly burst out and slid down her cheeks.

"Where is Xiaoyu? I want to see her. She is injured and very scared. Is she safe?" Xiao Hecheng was a little excited, his words were full of anxiety and worry, and he spoke a little incoherently.

Hearing these words, Song Fei's face instantly turned gloomy, and a surge of anger rushed to her head: "Mo Yu, Mo Yu, you only have Mo Yu in your heart! She is doing very well, she is about to marry Ni Jiamu!"

But when she saw Xiao Hecheng's frail appearance, she immediately softened her tone, "Hecheng, I'm sorry, I was too excited. You have always been the only one in my heart, but when you woke up and thought of her, I felt really bad."

Seeing Xiao Hecheng turned his head away, Song Fei stood up and reached out to forcefully pull his head back. "Xiao Hecheng, what's wrong with you? I've been taking care of you these past few months when you were in a coma. If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago! Mo Yu has already forgotten about you. She's going to marry her brother!"

Xiao Hecheng opened his eyes, his eyes were empty, without a trace of light, like a pool of stagnant water: "Okay, I understand, I want to rest."

Song Fei then let go of her hand. Seeing the red marks on Xiao Hecheng's neck caused by her strangulation, she did not feel the slightest bit of guilt. In her opinion, Xiao Hecheng owed her this.

Walking out of the room, Song Fei leaned against the guardrail, gazing at the tranquil river, her fingers gently stroking the amulet Mo Yu had given her around her neck. "Mo Yu, I've always considered you my best friend, but you stole my man and want to send me to jail. Let's not be friends anymore. Xiao Hecheng, he only belongs to me."