"We clearly went through all those things together..." Liu Yi's outstretched hand was caught by her father. The old man had just returned from making a phone call, his expression grim as he glared warily at Gao Ming.
"I really saw it. You can vouch for me, right?" Liu Yi gripped Gao Ming's arm tightly from her wheelchair, as though she had fallen into the deep sea and was clinging to her only lifeline.
She looked more beautiful than ever, as though she had returned to childhood. Sometimes, going mad was like returning to childhood. A child's soul could never fit into an adult's clothes.
"Let go! Liu Yi!" Her father and mother both tried to make her release him, while the doctor and caregiver moved her wheelchair, preparing to wheel her away. "Gao Ming, Gao Ming!"
The wounds on his body kept worsening, blood soaking his clothes. Gao Ming gazed at Liu Yi, who was so close to him.
Back when he had called the Old Lady, the mere thought of responding had made the wounds on Gao Ming's body begin to bleed.
He was a fate-less person. What the fate giant tree wanted most was for him to form more connections with the Endless Mortal Worlds, so it could draw him back into fate and find his true name sooner.
This was a trap the fate giant tree had laid for Gao Ming, using fate's power to turn Liu Yi into a conduit for finding him.
If Gao Ming did not approach Liu Yi, fate would gradually erase him through her, treating everything connected to him as an illness. If he did approach her, the connection between them would deepen, allowing the fate giant tree to find his true name sooner through Liu Yi, draw him back into