Chapter 10

Shi Li lay under the sofa, fingers unconsciously "fiddling" with that white small medicine bottle.
What had she overlooked?
Seemed related to Chen Du.
She tried recalling the doctor's words just now, but her mind was full of code, like tape jammed with meaningless static, far and near.
No matter how filtered deciphered, only scattered keywords left.
"Confidential... medicine... one percent... escape..."
What were they talking about?
And that pretty sister Shu Yun, not Chen Du's girlfriend, but sister?
No.
Shi Li suddenly frowned, floated out from under sofa, plunged into bathroom.
The black and white couple electric toothbrushes still stood guard on the sink, right acrylic stand had a set of golden luxurious high-end ladies skincare products, moisturizer, morning cream, night cream, eye cream... complete.
Whose were these?
Shi Li looked around confused, lifted hand trying to touch the mirror.
Cold mirror surface reflected nothing, only endless blank.
Pretty sister's "she", who was it?
Shi Li carefully recalled Shu Yun's words, extracted some information.
——That "she", long hospitalized, Chen Du visited her daily, sent flowers, read stories to prevent loneliness.
So Chen Du's girlfriend was someone else.
That "she" was seriously ill, hospitalized.
Probably very ill.
So Chen Du ran to hospital daily.
So Chen Du was sad like that.
But still couldn't explain some things.
Like the visions in hospital just now.
Snowy dormitory downstairs, rotating embrace, hot tears.
And more unfamiliar, more distant scenes.
Those instant flashes were vague, couldn't see full picture, but always two people in scenes.
Invisible faces.
Sometimes rainy outside, cold takeout on desk, computer buzzing, he suddenly pressed her hand, gentle force, she fell into embrace, irresistible, intense kiss...
Sometimes sunny day, hot crowded subway, countless people squeezed in narrow carriage, suffocating, suddenly strong arm around waist, circled in inch space...
Countless heartbeats, whispers, red faces, interlocked fingers...
What were these?
Shi Li vaguely felt these messy fragments could piece together a fact, a fact she must remember, must know.
But she couldn't piece them together, perhaps ghost too long, unused to thinking, brain rusted.
And didn't know why, thinking of these, that soul tearing feeling came again.