Chapter 959 370: Unpredictable Future (Final Chapter, Part 2)

Then he grabbed Fan Wubing's hand again, looking closely and asking questions.

The three of them, amidst the lively and joyful concern, embarked on their journey home.

The atmosphere at home was even more lively.

Most of the relatives who could come had arrived, and they set up two tables. Fortunately, Fan Wubing did well, buying a house large enough to accommodate so many people. The bustle overflowed, as if the New Year had come early.

In the evening, Father entertained the relatives by inviting them to karaoke. Middle-aged people from the last century had a peculiar fondness for karaoke.

Fan Wubing had just been discharged and needed rest, so he stayed home, with his second aunt taking care of him.

Second Aunt is Mother's older sister. She had a very good relationship with Mother, and due to health reasons, she never had children of her own. So she always treated Fan Wubing like her own child, especially after Mother passed away due to illness. When she learned he had contracted a nearly untreatable terminal illness, she was heartbroken, second only to Father, and cried all day.

The two sat on the sofa chatting, with the TV program serving as background music.

Older people always like to talk about when children were young. Second Aunt was no exception, pulling Fan Wubing into stories starting from his birth, discussing him running around in diapers, crying his heart out on the first day of kindergarten, coming home from elementary school with a certificate and a proud face, being cornered by a bold female classmate in junior high inviting him out...

Second Aunt's mouth was like a machine gun, firing off all sorts of good, bad, and embarrassing stories nonstop.

In the past, listening to these stories always made Fan Wubing so embarrassed he'd want to hide. Now, he just felt serenity with the passing years. Indeed, it was this great illness that made him see life clearly, realizing these seemingly trivial matters are precious fragments of happiness in life.

Towards the end, Second Aunt smilingly asked about his lifelong matters,

"Wubing, you're twenty-eight this year. You should think about marriage. I'm not pressuring you like your big aunt, but according to me, if you meet the right girl, you must cherish her!"

Fan Wubing laughed heartily, "I'm not as lucky as my second aunty's husband, though."

Second Aunt was at first stunned; once she processed it, she laughed and scolded, "You brat, when did your mouth become so sweet?"

Fan Wubing leaned back on the sofa, chuckling, "I guess all my luck went into the surgery. The doctors say it was simply a miracle; it seemed like it wasn't going to work, but suddenly there was a turn. Enough for them to brag till retirement."

"That's true, health is more important than anything."

Fan Wubing felt that his family was particularly simple; growing up, they never pressured him about studies or work, always with the phrase: Good health, eating well, and sleeping well are more important than anything.

"Yeah..."

At this moment, a refreshing night breeze blew in from the balcony.

Feeling quite pleasant, Fan Wubing suddenly wanted to enjoy the breeze, so he stood up to the balcony. He gazed at the night scene of Yunbian City; the dazzling tall buildings' lights and billboards flickered like stars. The bustling city ring roads are like coiling dragons, reflecting civilized prosperity.

For some reason, he suddenly had an intuition and instinctively looked down.

On the pedestrian street outside the neighborhood, a young woman in ancient costume stood under a streetlamp. Because she was a bit far, Fan Wubing couldn't see her features clearly, but from people's reactions, who couldn't help but stop and turn back, she must be strikingly attractive.

Suddenly, Fan Wubing felt a sense of dizziness. He vaguely sensed that the woman was watching him.

But this feeling was very brief, quickly disappearing.

When he regained clarity, the woman under the streetlamp was already gone, with pedestrians coming and going as if she never existed.

He couldn't help but think,

"That must have been an illusion."

...

The senses are fragmented.

Everywhere he looked, there were mottled patterns of tree shadows and light. Various chaotic energy beams ran like a starry sky where cosmic rules had collapsed, disorderly moving. Looking at these beams felt like thousands of needles piercing into his eyes, a pain akin to torturing the soul.

What his ears could hear also consisted of indescribable, unpiecable fragments of sound - whispers, murmurs, growls of agony, despair, confusion, happiness, joy, excitement... like a monster obsessed with "sound" wantonly venting by his ear.

The physical sensations were also endless suffering.

She didn't know where she was, nor where she should go. This immeasurable ocean outside of fate constantly tormented her will with chaos, thoroughly dismantling order. The pain exceeded her limits, even beyond her imagination.

She couldn't distinguish if she was still human or perhaps a monster or a mass of writhing slime or countless shattered fragments.

She had been in this state for a long, long time.

Exactly how long, she couldn't say. Because after coming here, her sense of time and space was completely obliterated. She couldn't even control her body to go where she wanted.

Even more cruel, she couldn't articulate where she even wanted to go.

At this moment, the only thing supporting her to keep her will from dissipating was a path named "Eternity."

"What should I do?"

"Where should I go?"

"Am I still me? Am I a person or part of this chaos?"