Happy Memories

A flash of pain flashed in the depths of Lisbeth Dawson's eyes.

It was a delicate and subtle emotion, as crystalline but fugitive as a broken dewdrop in the morning sun.

Her voice rang softly, with a tremor:

"Percy, I miss you so much, all those things you said during the day were just to cope with others, weren't they? Somewhere in the bottom of your heart, you still love me as deeply as in the past, right Percy ...?"

Between the words, her eyes shone with a hopeful light.

However.

Percy Spencer's heart was a tumble of bitterness.

He could scarcely continue to listen to this emotional entanglement, which to him was both a bondage and a longing for relief.

He interrupted her violently, determination and helplessness in his voice: "Enough! Don't say anymore."

In his heart, he secretly laughed bitterly, it was you who first chose to give up on our relationship, so how can you blame me for my indifference and detachment now!

These thoughts were like the cold wind in winter, penetrating the already fragile warmth between the two.

"Come with me somewhere."

Percy Spencer's words were simple and cold.

It was like a summons from another world, irresistible and impossible to speculate on the deeper meaning behind it.

Lisbeth Dawson sniffed, and a momentary stunned look flashed across her face, followed by a freeze of about two seconds.

But soon, a spark of hope rekindled in her eyes, as if she had grasped a lifeline, and her heart couldn't help but darken with anticipation.

Was this perhaps the beginning of a turnaround in their relationship?

Inside the car, the space was small but tense.

It's just Lisbeth Dawson and Percy Spencer, alone, with Percy Spencer driving the vehicle forward.

The low rumble of the engine and the noise of the outside world was cut off by the windows.

"Percy, where are we going?"

Lisbeth Dawson's voice held a small hint of uncontrollable excitement, wondering if Percy was finally going to talk about the past that had been sealed away by time between them.

Her eyes flashed in anticipation of retrieving those once upon a time.

But Percy Spencer's expression remained indifferent, gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead, as if driving was not just an action, but a way of escaping from the complexity of his emotions.

He was lost in his own thoughts, almost oblivious to Lisbeth Dawson in the outside world.

The concentration and detachment froze the air in the carriage for a few moments.

Lisbeth Dawson felt this indifference, and a pang of sourness could not help but rise in her heart.

Thinking back to the past, they used to be so close, each other's a look, a smile can be heart to heart.

But now, this gap was like a chasm between them.

Reminding her.

Those days may indeed be gone.

Lisbeth Dawson gently rubbed her mobile phone, the screen flickering in the shimmering light of her fingertips, as if encouraging her to pour out her innermost secrets.

She bit her bottom lip lightly, a shy, sweet glint in her eyes as her fingertips jumped, slowly weaving a sentence on the keyboard.

Then she pressed the send button and posted this tender sentiment on Weibo.

[In this fast-paced world, to be able to share a car with the person whose heart desires, even if they are silent and speechless to each other, the happiness that wells up in the bottom of the heart is enough to intoxicate people.]

As soon as the message was posted, the comment section quickly boiled over.

One of the most conspicuous was Fay Smith's slightly jealous line of text:

[Ouch, ouch, Lisbeth Dawson you guy! I've called you countless times over the past few days and nothing has happened, so I thought something bad had happened to you! So you've been secretly immersed in the sweetness of love, forgetting about us girlfriends! We agreed to be single to the end, how can you "defect" so easily?

Followed closely by:

"You guys are in love, you're always giving off pink bubbles, how can you let us single people live?

The letters MNG jumped out at Lisbeth Dawson as they brought back a deep memory.

How is it that the stranger who only interacted with her occasionally on the internet could always catch her in the first place?

Especially "MY", a simple combination of two letters.

She had had a loving brother named ONG, and whenever she saw similar words, Lisbeth Dawson would unconsciously fall into the fantasy that MNG might be another way for her brother to return to her world.

Though, time and time again, reason reminded her that her brother had left forever when she was only six years old, and that the pain of that loss still gnawed at her heart quietly on certain silent nights.

Just as Lisbeth Dawson was lost in her complex thoughts, Percy Spencer's low, magnetic voice from the driver's seat interrupted her reverie:

"Destination has arrived, please exit the vehicle."

Lisbeth Dawson snapped back to her senses and looked out the window, only to realise that the car had long since come to a quiet stop in front of an elegant building.

She responded hastily, with a hint of panic and embarrassment in her tone:

"Oh, okay! Thanks for the reminder, I'll get out of the car now."

A cool evening breeze brushed through the car as the door gently opened.

Lisbeth Dawson steps out, deciding in her mind that whether or not MNG is the miracle of her fantasies, life goes on.

Outside the car.

A lush lawn spread out like a velvet carpet in Lakeside Park.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, shedding dappled light and shadows, adding a few moments of lethargy and warmth to this quiet afternoon.

The surface of the lake shimmers, and the occasional passing waterfowl cuts through the tranquillity of the water, leaving a long series of ripples.

Despite the pleasant scenery, but because it is not a holiday, there are few visitors in the garden.

Only by chance can I meet one or two figures walking leisurely, which shows the quietness and tranquility of this place.

"Do you have any items that you care about?"

Percy Spencer's voice seemed especially clear in this environment, his tone calm with anticipation.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Lisbeth Dawson was so over-excited that she actually stuttered slightly between words, and wondered in the back of her mind if this was Percy's way of suggesting that she wanted a token of affection.

Her cheeks were coloured two shades of scarlet, and her heart was like a deer in headlights.

"Bring it to me."

Percy Spencer still had the same unsmiling look, his eyes were deep as if he could see into the hearts of the people, and there was tenderness hidden in his light words.

"Oh, oh okay."

Lisbeth Dawson sniffed and hurriedly lowered her head to fumble carefully in her jacket pocket.

Fingers gently touched each object.

Eventually, she slowly pulled out a jade pendant that was as warm as grease, a touch of nostalgia and cherishing flashing in her eyes.

"This is it, this is the relic my brother left me!"

"Your brother? A real brother?" A trace of doubt swept across Percy Spencer's brow.

As far as he knew, the only daughter of the Dawson family, Lisbeth Dawson had no siblings, so what was the point of having an older brother?

"It's a real brother! What's wrong?"

Lisbeth Dawson was caught off guard by this sudden enquiry.

The mind wondered.

Why would Percy be interested in this?

"Nothing."

With a dark thought in her mind that perhaps it was one of those friends who were close enough to be like family, Percy Spencer didn't look deeper, much less question the mystery of Lisbeth Dawson's birth.

"Come on, get on that bridge and check it out."

Percy Spencer said softly, his tone containing invitation and anticipation.

"Um, yes!"

Lisbeth Dawson obediently followed Percy Spencer like a docile little sheep.

Full of joy.

Above the Broken Bridge, the crumbling stone slabs stretched across the lake until they came to an abrupt end in the water, like an unfinished painting.

Lisbeth Dawson stood at the head of the bridge, in front of her eyes was a picturesque beauty, her heart was full of sweetness and happiness.

"It's beautiful here Percy!"

For her, being able to spend time with her beloved, even if it was just standing quietly on top of this broken bridge, was a great satisfaction.

However. Moments of happiness were always short-lived.

Suddenly.

"Ah!!!"

A shriek broke the tranquillity, and Lisbeth Dawson, as if pushed by an invisible force, lost her balance and fell straight down towards the bottom of the broken bridge.

Few people knew that this seemingly delicate woman was in fact a dry duck, facing the cold water of the lake, fear instantly swept through her body.

"Help! Help!"

On the surface of the lake, Lisbeth Dawson's silhouette appeared and disappeared.

She struggled as hard as she could, each attempt to call for help accompanied by an uncountable amount of lake water pouring into her mouth and nose.

Desperation mingled with agony.

On the shore, Percy Spencer watched with cold eyes, his heart wrapped in ice in the face of that mournful cry for help, cold and determined.

In his opinion, if anything happens to her, it will be the result of her own fault.

In the end, Percy Spencer turned around and left without stopping.

Unbeknownst to her, an unexpected rescue is taking place, and Lisbeth Dawson's fate takes a turn for the worse.

Sinking to the bottom of the water, her consciousness gradually blurred, the chest cavity is like a boulder pressure, breathing difficult, life and death line, the heart can not help but surge a strong desire to survive.

But also mixed with sadness and unwillingness.