He turned and saw the teenage boy sitting beside him.
He was just like the boy who had coldly watched the massacre amid the raging flames, just like the monster who had knelt before that corpse, keeping a hollow-eyed vigil over the girl.
He turned his head to look at Lynn, his eyes seeming to shimmer with tears.
He was ordinary, not particularly tall, no different from any other boy his age around us-unremarkable and slightly frail.
But Lynn knew at a glance.
He was the protagonist of this scenario. He was Wang Tao. He was the character Lynn had been playing.
"What exactly is this...?"
Lynn asked hesitantly.
Wang Tao turned his head and gazed at the distant figure of the girl sitting in the front row.
He closed his eyes and said softly, "This is a scene that has stayed in my memories all this time. A lot of things have grown hazy, but this moment alone is something I can never forget."
Lynn quietly watched the boy beside him, then turned to look at the girl in the front row as well.
Quiet and peaceful.
The girl's figure was as beautiful as a painting, a dream one could never bear to let go of.
Wang Tao raised his head, his eyes seeming weathered by a lifetime.
"I suppose that's what the past is. Painful memories always make you desperate to forget, but beautiful ones keep being embellished, then flash through your mind again and again."
He turned and looked gently at Lynn, saying:
"Thank you."
"Thank you for letting me return to this moment. Even if it was only for a little while, that was enough."
Frowning, Lynn sat down as well and looked at him.
"That ability of mine didn't actually work, did it?"
Wang Tao