The Bloundless Dream

disappeared, replaced by the butl

you o

u go out? I wan

my l

a mysterious butler. Even though I've heard people talk about him, when I'

ght - hand man for the Tran family, is also the pre

blow him away, but hidden behind that fragile appearance is

map just because he didn't give him a passport, or the barber just because

with ancient wooden shelves arranged evenly, books placed along each row waiting to be discover

s new, proving that Tran Gia's document preservation techniques are sometimes even more advanced. Even the techniques of the ancient

he dim light that has passed over time is definitely unforgettable. Tran Gia's study is truly

anging. When the door opened, the light from outside made me squint my eyes uncomfortably, the si

o of the clock hands. up each beat, each beat. Although I don't know why my chest hurts so much, I suppressed the pain at the bottom of my chest and tried to push myself u

to ask for help. However, everyone around me

and the last feeling that my consciousness could remember

om. The sparkling, brilliant rays of sunlight contrasted with my haggard, gray face, th

adjust medical equipment. He came close to me

he doctor explained that I had fainted due to physical weakness. W

around, making me unable to hear anything. As for the female nurse, she didn't seem to care much, nor did she wait for me to respond. She just he

the wheelchair, I could only watch the col

opped in front of the cherry blossom garden, should I take a flower petal flu

of the cherry blossom p

my hand, the petals were so soft I fel

ly don't kn

for a few secon

e centimeter

imeters p

tly, a long time ago

if the speed of the cherry blossoms was not five centimeters per second, it probably wouldn't be so beautiful. If the dist

rd cheeks, my throat let out a shrill scream, my body convulsed violently, struggling. Like wan

pain seemed to tear me to pieces, the misery i

something, but in my ears I could only hear his heavy breathing, the cherry blossoms in front o

ies of the past s

ds, the feeling of happiness at the end of a human life. They seemed to surround me, stimulating me to kill more, to create more screams, more suffering, more d

etals, blowing in th

, I put myself into the hands of the

ng to me, they torment and oppress me every night, repeating those

living feel

scars engraved deeply on both body and soul. It's still crazy nights, self - h

ill engulfed in pain every day, in a room full of

om the body and deep in the soul is a humble and hear

I want

y want

ie now! Die

und kept stuck

rr

deed ve

y to the people around me who have suffered negativi

't be as go

g my promise, once a

ause I have nothing left. I don't have anyone to rely on anymo

str

ontinue to live and

try to stand up. If no one helps you, you have to stand up on

ou have no desire for this life

ll die. Even though the torn sca

ive. Even though there is endless darkness before your e

d flesh, even scars

? Yes, you want to give up everythi

l, you still

was good that he stil

rying to survive day by day. No one l

g, just keep crying, be

a grea

dark room, with only a small, weakly

self that nothing sca

another world. The cold seeped into my bones, making my body tremble. The vo

ound became more and more terrifying to the point where I coul

ysterious door open

ith corpses and countless heart-wrenching sounds of screaming and

those emotions are like storms in the hearts of creatures

voi

warm, gentle voice that I seemed to have heard somewhere in the past, as

.