si-mexico Chapter 73 Overture 1
Chapter 73 Overture 1
Qin Che carried you like that for a while before gradually approaching the main road with lights.
As the lamplight and moonlight mingled, you finally saw the face you had longed for day and night.
"Qin Che, when did you arrive? How did you know I was nearby? Were you just taking care of something in the area, or did you come specifically to find me?"
"So many questions, which one should I answer first?"
You looked up, wanting to see him more clearly: "Whatever, just answer the question."
"I was handling some business in the area and just happened to run into them."
"Oh~~ then this must be a fateful encounter. Heaven knew I wanted to see you, so it sent you to this area."
Qin Che's body, which had been radiating coldness, seemed to warm up a bit as he continued walking towards a certain place.
Perhaps it's because you've been too tired lately, or perhaps it's the comforting feeling of leaning against Qin Che's chest that makes you feel sleepy.
"I have another question to ask."
"explain."
"I'm a little sleepy, can I take a nap?"
"You won't sleep just because I said no?"
Can you please stop being so sarcastic? Is someone stealing your business? Why are you so angry?
"..."
"The injured person might not wake up if they fall asleep."
"Are you trying to scare a three-year-old? Am I that badly injured?"
"...Oh, so you're over three years old?"
Although you cherish this reunion after so many days apart, physical exhaustion makes it impossible for you to continue.
You fell into a deep sleep in his arms.
Darkness envelops you.
A hazy phantom appears before your eyes, and in your daze, you can't quite hear the voice clearly.
"What's there to be nervous about... I just want to sleep for a while... It's not like I'm dead."
It's Qin Che...
His voice was very weak...
He's injured...
He was badly injured...
My chest hurts so much...
Is he in pain?
Are you in pain?
"But you're so badly injured, you might not wake up if you fall asleep."
Whose voice is that...?
Very familiar...
It's your voice...
"By the way, I'd like to hear you play that piece again..."
Qin Che's voice accompanied the blurry figure; the more one tried to see clearly, the more blurred the vision became.
The girl sat in front of a magnificent, enormous pipe organ, her fingers flying across the page.
As the melodious music began, a strange feeling, both unfamiliar and familiar, lingered in my heart.
The figure before me, like the music, was elusive and impossible to grasp.
The soul-stirring music stopped.
"Stop playing... let me sleep a little longer..."
The moment you wake up, you are greeted by intricate old decorations, prayer candles, and classical murals.
The dull pain in my heart had not yet subsided, and the jumbled memories kept overlapping.
That scene reminded you of something, yet it also seemed like you'd forgotten something very important.
Those things slowly peel away from your body, and you suddenly feel panicked. You know it's important, but you just can't remember it.
Qin Che's voice rang out in the room. He looked at you, whose complexion wasn't good, and asked, "Didn't you sleep well?"
The faint light of dawn filtering through the window cast a golden glow on Qin Che's figure as he stood before the mural.
You sat up and rubbed your eyes. You hadn't slept well at all; you could say you hadn't had a good night's sleep since you separated.
Damn it, when I can't sleep, I really want to kill someone.
But you don't want to bring those feelings into the moment you finally get to meet.