Meanwhile, Chu Zihang stared at the bandage-wrapped man not far away, the look in his eyes flickering repeatedly.
For an ordinary person, seven years was already a very long time. With the average human lifespan being only seventy years, seven years accounted for a full tenth of a normal person's life. To spend seven years chasing an elusive phantom—only a fool would do such a thing... After all this time, who could say whether the chaser hadn't long since turned their pursuit into an obsession, a vague and ethereal illusion?
Yet for all this time, Chu Zihang had never forgotten. He forced himself to hold firmly onto that rainy night, that god-like figure, and the man's silhouette... Day after day, he welded these fragments and images deep into his mind as if chiseling them with a knife and axe. The conventional theories of human psychology seemed to fail when applied to the stubborn, dead-set child inside his heart; even if it took a lifetime, he would have forced himself to remember.
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