His Own Choice

The entire lunar eclipse, Xiao Lin spent it in pain and helplessness. The blood moon looked very beautiful, but it hurt his eyes to look at it. The memories in his mind started to frantically rise like a raging tide, and it could not be controlled.

He was incredibly scared. He felt that those memories completely belonged to someone else. However, it seemed like a voice was telling him in his mind that it was his real life, his true life.

The blood moon continued, and slowly reached its end.

When there was only a small crescent moon left, Xiao Lin was much calmer than earlier. Those surging memories came quickly, but also left quickly. It was as if the memories in his mind were affected by the lunar eclipse, and also disappeared along with the eclipse.