Red feathers fell from midair--
The scene before his eyes changed. No longer was it the familiar computer screen, but a white ceiling.
"Ahh..."
He remembered now. He was about to die--after all, he was only an ordinary person. Reaching the ripe old age of ninety was already quite good.
"I dreamed about things from the past..."
Did he have any regrets in life? If someone asked him that, Feng Chen would definitely answer yes. The reason was simple: he did not want to die just like this.
Bella and Rita, the people he cared about, had left him one after another, leaving Feng Chen to live on alone in this world. But what if he could die together with them at the end?
"If I could, I'd really like to start over."
He wanted to see their smiles.
"If only everything were a dream."
If it were a dream, he would surely see them after waking up, right? But what if this was reality?
Then Feng Chen would childishly reject this ending and throw a huge tantrum.
"My left hand... hurts so much."
His bandaged left hand had often ached faintly ever since, but was it still going to torment him even before his death?
"No... that's not right."
It was not torment. It was as if a voice were telling Feng Chen that freeing his left hand would allow him to fulfill his wish--
"If that's the case..."
Then should he do it? Anyway, this was his last hope. At the very least, he could not die carrying one more regret.
Thinking this, Feng Chen used the last of his strength to undo the bandages on his left hand.
"Bang!"
It exploded.
His left hand exploded.
As if the world could not accept it, white bone, blood, and