Chapter 454

Some viewers who knew Ning Chen well.

Could clearly sense it.

Perhaps this was.

A form of empathy.

Or perhaps.

For someone familiar, a sudden, slight change.

Just as a person, seeing something they have grown accustomed to, feels nothing at all.

But suddenly encountering something they have longed for.

Would produce a very distinct feeling.

Now.

The viewers in the live stream.

Had this very feeling.

Brother Shiguang seemed, to be extremely familiar with this thing.

That feeling.

Was as if.

This thing had been left behind by him.

At the same time.

A question also arose in their minds.

Why was Brother Shiguang interested in a drawing of a little person?

For a moment.

Discussion began within the live stream.

【Did you notice? Brother Shiguang seems very focused on this drawing of a little person?】

【So did I! I feel this thing seems extremely important to Brother Shiguang!】

【What is this? A little person's hand holding another little person? So, this is a couple, right?】

【Could it be drawn by Brother Shiguang? Could it be that Brother Shiguang truly has a lover?】

【But looking at Brother Shiguang's reaction, it doesn't seem like it. Would a normal person react this way upon seeing something created by themselves and their lover?】

【Not necessarily! The last time I saw the small wooden plaque we left at the temple praying for marriage, where my first love and I held hands, we had already broken up, and I had even forgotten about that wooden plaque. When I saw that plaque again, what I felt was mostly regret.】

【Brother Shiguang's expression doesn't look like regret or similar emotions; it is something deeper, something purer. Hmm... I don't have a partner, so I don't understand, but suddenly I feel a bit of loneliness.】

【I had a similar experience too. When my mother passed away, I went to my old home to move things, and suddenly discovered height marks carved on the wooden door frame. There were several marks, each higher than the last. At that moment, I couldn't hold it back and started crying. The moment I saw those marks, I remembered my mother and those wonderful years.】

【Do you think this might be a drawing left behind by Brother Shiguang and his mother?】

【Hey! The idea from the person above is quite interesting. Generally, only children draw such childish pictures. Maybe Brother Shiguang, when he was a child, drew this here with his mother. Who would carry crayons around as an adult!】

【Could it be that something happened to Brother Shiguang's mother? That is why Brother Shiguang is like this? Always depressed!】

【Oh my god! Then Brother Shiguang must love his mother very much! If I had seen this scene, I would definitely have broken down and cried!】

Just as the people in the live stream were speculating.

Ning Chen squatted down, his gaze like gentle autumn water, looking at that drawing of the little person.

At the same time, he reached out and touched it; the crayon marks had long since dried.

Unless some strong cleaning agent was used, they could not be wiped away.

No wonder.

It had remained here all this time.

Some past events suddenly surfaced in Ning Chen's mind.

That smile.

Would not fade.

Ning Chen clutched his chest, looking at the drawing.

Quietly, he looked for a long time.

The snow fell heavier and heavier.

Ning Chen stood up and slowly let out a sigh.

That breath turned into mist.

And vanished.

Under the illumination of the lights.

The snowflakes filling the sky were clearly visible in the darkness.

Fewer and fewer pedestrians were on the road.

Gradually.

No one knew how much time had passed.

Ning Chen stood there before that drawing of the little person.

Motionless.

The shopping mall closed.

Countless lights went out.

This city filled with neon lights.

At this moment.

Fell silent.

Ning Chen breathed steadily, no longer plagued by the sudden emotional fluctuations he had felt before!

Then.

He took another step forward.

Toward the RV.

As he walked.

A word appeared in Ning Chen's mind.

"Rebirth!"

Rebirth?

Ning Chen did not know what it meant exactly.

But he felt a strong sense about this word.

But he still did not know.

Then.

He recalled the clue he had obtained from Zhao Mengmeng.

The first few numbers.

Represented the size model of the urn.

And that 169.

Was interpreted, under Zhao Mengmeng's speculation, as the urn's serial number.

If nothing unexpected occurred.

According to Ning Chen's thoughts.

That urn was Si Shiya's urn.

What kind of news was this?

Si Shiya was dead.

Ning Chen was more certain of this fact than anyone else.

He had holed up at home for two and a half years.

He, who had been on the edge of agony and collapse at every moment.

Could accept most readily.

Si Shiya.

She was dead.

She would never return.

But.