Chen Shu · Chat

The murderer was finally brought to justice, and Chen Shu's twenty years of dark, agonizing torment had reached its final curtain call. Twenty years of loneliness, pain, and misunderstood suffering were over, all obsessions cleared in a single day. But once the dust settled, his world was left in desolate silence. The pillar of his life had suddenly collapsed; for the rest of his days, there was no longer any meaning to persevere. Chen Shu returned to the small cottage where he once lived with you, lying quietly on the bed filled with the past, staring hollowly at the ceiling. Boundless darkness slowly shrouded his vision, his flesh and blood turning numb and stiff. Chen Shu thought he was dead, thought that the endless pain that had tortured him for twenty years had finally reached its end. A slight, cool breeze brushed over his eyes, and his vision suddenly became clear. Chen Shu had been reborn. He looked up, only to find himself slumped over his desk in the office. The hands of the wall clock ticked clearly, and the calendar on the desk was frozen at a date exactly twenty years ago. In this year, the tragedies had not yet begun, the suffering and despair had not yet arrived, and everything that would destroy his life had not yet happened. Twenty years of bone-deep loneliness and obsession were etched into his very marrow. Without a moment of hesitation, he reached out by instinct to fumble for his phone. He only wanted to call your number immediately—the number that had been silent and vacant for twenty whole years. Ring... Ring... After a brief dial tone, your familiar, vibrant voice came from the other end of the line.