For a long time, I couldn't come back to myself. I kept staring at that photo. The last thing Yu Chuanfeng had said in the dream kept circling in my mind, too.
Wu Ling said she didn't know whether he'd suffered psychological trauma or been affected by my ability, but he couldn't see anymore. He'd denied everything he'd seen before.
Yu Chuanfeng was smiling so brightly in the photo, just like a boy his age ought to, carefree and playful. He and his family were getting along well now, and they looked very happy.
Was this...
A good outcome?
I didn't know how to judge it.
As far as Yu Chuanfeng's feelings went, he was certainly much happier now than before.
For people like us, losing our abilities and living like ordinary people should be a happy thing.
No more troubles or worries. No more living in fear.
This was the best possible outcome.
But I felt hollow inside, and there was also a sense of dread I couldn't shake. My body was still cold, just as it had been when I first saw that photo.
If... if I couldn't see either, and all I saw in that photo was a sweet cream cake, would I be much happier now, too?
In the dream, I'd rejected Yu Chuanfeng's idea without hesitation. But seeing him so utterly changed, I couldn't hold on to what I'd thought before.
I closed my eyes. A sense of exhaustion seeped through me. This weariness was stronger than the pain in my soul had been.
Thump!
I felt someone kick the sofa.
It shuddered. It had already been damaged, and now it seemed on the verge of falling apart completely.
I nearly jumped, feeling something pass by me.
The sofa opposite creaked.
A depression appeared in