The time of the city

Chapter 180 Vomiting blood

Above the vast expanse of beach, the sky is like a piece of azure silk, pure and vast. A boy in a white shirt sits quietly on the beach, his hair flying freely in the breeze.

Just at this moment, a beam of dazzling light poured down and hit him accurately, outlining a layer of dreamy golden edge around him.

The boy seemed touched by the light and slowly reached out, trying to grasp the bright beam. His slender fingers shimmered with a warm luster in the light. He was completely enveloped in the light, exuding a sacred and beautiful aura.

Not far away, Mo Yu, facing the beam of light, walked towards him with eager yet cautious steps. Her eyes were fixed on the boy, filled with disbelief and surprise. Just when she was halfway there, the boy slowly turned around.

He looked at Mo Yu, his lips curled up in a warm smile. The light danced on his eyelashes, illuminating his fair face with an even softer glow. His eyes spoke, holding a thousand stars within. Mo Yu recognized him at a glance—it was her He Cheng.

"Hecheng, I knew you were not dead."

Instantly, tears welled up in Mo Yu's eyes. Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she quickened her pace and sprinted towards Xiao Hecheng. She was filled with fear, terrified that if she blinked, the person before her would vanish again.

Xiao Hecheng sat there quietly, smiling as he watched her run towards him, his eyes filled with tenderness and attachment. Mo Yu ran up to him and reached out her hand without hesitation, wanting to hold him tightly, but her hand passed through his body. At that moment, Mo Yu's eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.

"Hecheng, what's going on?" Mo Yu's voice trembled, filled with confusion and panic.

"Xiao Yu, I'm dead." Xiao Hecheng's voice was still so gentle but with a hint of sadness.

"Impossible, you are sitting here, I can see you, you are not dead." Mo Yu shook her head desperately. She didn't want to believe what she saw and rushed towards Xiao Hecheng again. However, this time, she used too much force and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hecheng, you are not dead. You are joking, right? This joke is not funny at all." Mo Yu's tears kept flowing, and her voice was crying and full of pleading.

Xiao Hecheng looked at Mo Yu, who had fallen to the ground, and felt heartbroken. He subconsciously reached out his hand to her, but halfway through, he seemed to remember something and immediately withdrew his hand. His face was filled with loss and sadness.

"Xiaoyu, don't cry. How can I comfort you if I can't hold you?"

After a pause, he whispered, "Xiaoyu, I'm dead. Everything about me is gone. I've been at the bottom of the sea for too long. I'm so cold and scared... The one I'm most worried about is you. I'm leaving now."

"No, Hecheng, come back!" Mo Yu yelled at the top of her lungs, suddenly waking up from her sleep. By this time, she was already drenched in sweat, her hair plastered to her face.

This was already the nth time she had dreamed of Xiao Hecheng.

"Xiaoyu, did you have a nightmare?" Ni Jiamu's voice sounded in his ears.

Mo Yu slowly opened her hazy eyes and saw Ni Jiamu sitting beside her bed. Ni Jiamu's brows were furrowed, and his almond-shaped eyes were filled with countless worries.

Mo Yu acted as if she didn't see him and turned her back silently. She didn't intend to talk to Ni Jiamu.

"Don't be so willful in the future. You were soaked and fell asleep without changing clothes or drying your hair. If my subordinates hadn't told me, you would have been burned into a fool." Ni Jiamu rubbed Mo Yu's head, his tone full of pampering.

"You sent someone to follow me, do you still think it's a good thing?"

Ni Jiamu wasn't angry. He just gently tucked the quilt in for Mo Yu and said earnestly, "I'm just worried about your safety. Considering your recent condition, the psychiatrist said you might be suffering from depression."

However, Mo Yu didn't listen to Ni Jiamu's words. Her mind was filled with the dream she had just experienced. She had dreamed of Xiao Hecheng many times before, but he had always begged her for help. This time, however, he told her he was dead. A deep sense of unease spread within her. She had always firmly believed that Xiao Hecheng was not dead, but this time, she was filled with fear.

Suddenly, Mo Yu looked up and found that the moon picture on the opposite wall had disappeared.

"Where's the moon picture? Where's the moon picture I put up again?" Mo Yu lost control of her emotions, yanking on Ni Jiamu's tie and yelling. Her eyes were bloodshot, a scarlet hue, and a terrifying glint shone in them.

Ni Jiamu tried his best to keep his tone calm and said slowly, "Xiaoyu, I burned the painting. Now that Xiao Hecheng is dead, there's no need to keep his things and cause more trouble. He deserves a clean death."

"Everything about me in the world is gone." The words Xiao Hecheng said in the dream now lingered clearly in Mo Yu's mind.

"How could you burn that painting?" Mo Yu cried as she beat Ni Jiamu. "You knew it was something He Cheng left for me. Why? And He Cheng was underwater for a long time. Why didn't you save him?"

"Calm down!" Ni Jiamu couldn't hold it in any longer. He quickly grabbed Mo Yu's waving hands, his emotions becoming agitated. "I don't care how you make a fuss, Xiao Hecheng is already dead. And you think I didn't save him? Fine, you can think so. I just didn't want to save him. Why the hell should I save him? I'm just going to let him rot and stink underwater. I'm going to burn the painting he gave you. Not only that painting, I'm also going to burn everything he used in his studio."

Ni Jiamu finished this long speech breathlessly, his eyes fixed on Mo Yu. Mo Yu, at this moment, seemed to have lost all her strength. She no longer resisted, her eyes empty and lifeless, tears streaming silently. Suddenly, her face twisted in pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth.

"Xiao Yu!" Ni Jiamu shouted in horror.