HCB Chapter 97 Deliberately Buried Memories and Terrible Outcomes
Chapter 97 Deliberately Buried Memories and Terrible Outcomes
Today is the full moon.
After taking a shower to clear his head, Bai Yexiu walked out of the bathroom with wet hair.
He casually picked up a towel from beside the sofa and dried his hair, then walked to the wicker chair on the balcony and slowly sat down.
The moon was big and round tonight, almost unbelievably beautiful, but Bai Yexiu had no mind to appreciate it.
He had never felt so conflicted since reading Amuro Tooru's email.
The email contained the lab report for his garment—words like "suspected hallucination" and "mental impairment" left him bewildered.
The clothes were a gift from his most respected father, and the very clothes that had a major problem were those given by his father, which were also incense.
In my memory, my father often burned a kind of incense in his room that made him feel happy and had a pleasant, sweet fruity wine scent. The clothes he gave me were also specially scented with that incense.
Now, the lab report tells him that the incense he's been smelling since childhood has hallucinogenic effects, and can also cause delusions, memory confusion, and even dependence on a particular person.
Bai Yexiu always believed that he was rational and that his love for his father was genuine. But would genuine love need to be maintained with a pathetic, unknown drug?
Looking back now, my memories seem to be very confused, and strangely, I don't have any bad memories of my father at all, as if they were deliberately erased.
What exactly happened in the past?
This was the first time Bai Yexiu had ever wanted to explore a question so deeply.
The wind tonight wasn't as fierce as yesterday; it was as gentle as a mother's hand, caressing his face.
His eyelids grew heavy—the boy tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep in the breeze.
……
Bai Ye Dong carried a boy of about two years old in his arms, staggering forward, his eyes fixed on a villa not far away. The boy in his arms was crying loudly for some reason and was far from well-behaved.
His trembling hands, his hunched back from the excruciating pain in his internal organs, and the blood he forced down his throat... all foreshadowed the end of White Night Thrush's life, despite his remarkably young appearance, even that of a handsome man.
"Why... Waaah, Mom... Sister..." the boy cried, uttering a few unclear words. But soon, Bai Ye Dong's eyes darkened, and she reached out to cover the boy's mouth.
"Xiao Xiu, Dad will live with you forever. We're saved," Bai Ye Dong whispered in the boy's ear, even though the boy didn't understand what she meant.
White Night Thrush knocked on the door of the villa in front of her, and after a short while, a man who looked very gentle and kind opened the door.
“You’ve finally come to your senses.” The man took the crying boy from White Night Thrush. “Come with me, the medicine is ready.”
A smile bloomed on White Night Thrush's pale face as she dragged her heavy body forward with a step.
She was about to follow the man into the house, but—
The man in front of him suddenly stopped, turned to the side, and pulled out a palm-sized grenade, pointing it at him.
"..." A look of astonishment appeared on Bai Ye Dong's face. Her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something, but...
The next second, blood splattered everywhere.
Then came the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground, followed by the crimson light reflected from the sun.
"—Daddy!" The boy in the man's arms called out a very clear name, struggling his small body and reaching out his hands as if trying to break free from the man's embrace.
"Do you know?" The man forcefully restrained the struggling boy and whispered in his ear, "He's beyond saving. Rather than let him struggle to his death in agony, it's better to give him a quick death."
……
"hiss……"
Bai Yexiu was awakened by a severe headache.
He seemed to recall his sealed memories, but for some reason his head was getting increasingly painful, as if it was intentionally or unintentionally preventing him from remembering.
Bai Yexiu slowly opened his eyes and found that he was covered with a jacket—it belonged to Amuro Tooru, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and looking at him with a worried expression.
"Did you have a nightmare? Why don't you go back to your room to sleep? You'll catch a cold here," Amuro Tooru said with great concern.
Bai Yexiu didn't move—now that he knew about that memory, his heart was even more conflicted.
He wasn't a qualified cold-blooded killer like Gin; knowing part of the truth, he was just as helpless as an ordinary person.
He has problems with his feelings for his father, and his father may not even be as loving as he remembers him.
Bai Yexiu frowned, and his right hand quietly clenched into a fist.
Previously, all he wanted was life, to live, to escape the "curse" etched in his blood. Now, he has another goal: to recover all his lost memories.
If he continues to be kept in the dark, even if he manages to break free of the "curse," he will still have failed. Didn't he also long to find out the reason for the mass suicide of his clan back then?
He loved his father, but he admitted that he also loved his dead people, and he even remembered clearly the scene of his people staging a mass suicide in front of him.
He had thought that his biological father had also died in that mysterious incident of the clan's mass suicide, but his recent recollection told him that this was not the case.
He is now forced to shatter his beliefs and explore and accept the potentially terrible outcome...
"Tou-chan, can you come with me to buy new clothes tomorrow?" Bai Yexiu asked softly, gazing blankly at the big, round moon in front of him.
“Of course,” Amuro Tooru readily agreed.
Bai Yexiu turned his head and gave Amuro Tooru a seemingly innocent smile, but unlike before, the slight furrow in his brows made the smile look somewhat bitter.