I woke up and it seemed like the insect disaster had ended.

I was lying in the hospital, listening to the nurse

saying that I was hit by a rotten carrot thrown by some bastard.

It felt absurd to me. Wasn't I hit by Yan Shi? How did it become a carrot?

It seems like everything I experienced was like a dream, and no one remembers that insect disaster.

Except me.

No one knows where Yan Shi went either.

When I first woke up, I kept asking the doctors and nurses every day, "Where is the boy who was with me?"

But they just firmly replied that there was never such a person.

Gradually, I stopped asking.

My foster parents came to see me with chicken soup, as if nothing that happened before existed. They didn't occupy my house, and I wasn't reborn.

But I knew they were never sincere to me.

This time, I couldn't bear it anymore. I kicked the chicken soup away and drove them away as well.

My life gradually returned to normal.

I'm still confined to work and home, living a dull life like this.

However, I occasionally find myself habitually looking at my wrist.

Unfortunately, it's empty there.