From that world of pure white pupils, An Su had a dream.
Both lengthy and brief.
An Su no longer dreamed of the stars that fell from the sky. He only dreamed of a hazy autumn rain.
A drizzly autumn rain that engulfed him.
"You're awake, young man."
An Su opened his eyes in a daze, subconsciously lowering his head to gaze at the reflection in the puddle before him—ink-black hair, dark pupils, side-face reflecting an almost pallid, sickly hue. It was his face, a face he hadn't seen in many years.
It was the face of his previous life.
Both unfamiliar and familiar.
Surrounding him were damp puddles, autumn tides stirring up thin mists.
"Look here, look here."
That light, feminine voice reached his ears again, and An Su turned his face following the sound.
First he saw the autumn rain in the sky, with orange-yellow droplets beating on the swaying maple leaves at dusk, then, An Su saw the girl;
