"What is her existence to you? Why did you come into this world......

The voice landed, but the silence spread in the air, dry, cold and hard, wrapped in the unique cold taste of early winter.

I don't remember how many cold winters this is, Ye Feng opened his mouth, his throat choked, but he couldn't answer it in the end, his staggered thoughts rolled in his mind, and his eyes were full of incomprehensible inquiries, mixed with bitter smiles, self-deprecation or deeper obscure emotions.

"You are just the needers and the needy of the imprint effect, why are you so persistent?" The cold voice sounded again, still an inquiry without the slightest emotion.

"Nope! I ......"

"Hehe, it's the real misfortune to need each other......" The calm and ominous words echoed in his ears as if he had sentenced a prisoner on death row.

He answered his question without a smile, his face obscured by his dark robe, and the shadows behind him gradually blurred, and he retreated in his memory without hurry.

Gradually, Ye Feng felt that the connection between his brain and body was gradually being stripped away, and his consciousness was gradually disappearing, and the so-called struggle was nothing more than ridiculous stubbornness......

A dimly damp underground prison, with the occasional warm ray of sunlight breaking through the darkness, the dust and stench like sewer silt filling the nostrils, making it easy to escape.

I could vaguely distinguish the figure in front of me, it was the warden who had been chattering in his ear for five years in a dark cell, forced to reflect on his mistakes.

It wasn't until the afterimage of the man in black overlapped with the warden's appearance that Ye Feng's thoughts were pulled back to reality, as if a complete memory had been fragmented and ruthlessly extracted!

"Ye Feng, your sentence has expired, in view of your performance in the past few years, although you don't have a good record, you haven't done anything out of the ordinary, I've finished what I should say, congratulations, you have been released from prison, I hope you can reform and embark on the right path in life!" Warden Cole waved his hand, and the two guards next to him stepped forward to uncuff the pitch-black chains.

Ye Feng, who came back to his senses, was a little dazed, raised his head, and looked at him with a puzzled expression, like a newborn baby seeing something new, looking at Cole innocently.

A pair of black eyes like morning dew, upright facial features, angular outlines, the only thing that does not match the image is the childlike childish and pure innocence exuded from the whole body.

"Alas......" Looking at the young man in front of him who had been smoothed out by the years, Cole couldn't help but sigh deeply, especially remembering that the boy who was only twelve years old when he was just pressed into prison, his whole body was filled with a violent and ferocious aura, like a mad beast, and he looked completely unable to restrain himself. Now......

What happened to make him evolve into the lonely appearance he is now, there is an endless loneliness in his eyes, like a reef sinking into the sea, it will not make a sound, it will not splash, it just keeps falling silently......

"Ye Feng, today is the day you are released from prison, why does it seem that no one has come to pick you up?" Cole, the bail officer, looked out the door, confused.

Ye Feng, who heard the sound, closed his eyes and shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't know.

"Then where is your home, I'll send someone to send you back."

Ye Feng still shook his head gently.

"Do you know their phone number? I'll help you connect ......."

Seeing that Ye Feng was still shaking his head, Cole was a little crazy, covered his forehead and sighed: "Then you can at least say something and give some advice, otherwise how can we communicate?!" ”

A nearby prison guard leaned into Cole's ear and whispered, "He seems to have had a high fever in his first month in prison, and he hasn't said a word since...... I don't know if my brain is burned out. ”

"This is trouble...... Corto groaned, feeling some sympathy for the young man who seemed to have been hit hard.

"Well, give him pen and paper and see if he can write something."

Looking at the pen and paper in front of him, Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, picked up the pen with some difficulty, and slowly wrote out the word "Sakura".

"Sakura?" Cole and the two prison guards spoke in unison.

"What does that mean?" One of the prison guards asked

"What is it written, I'm afraid I didn't want to write my own name Kaede, and then it was written as Sakura?" Another prison guard muttered.

Cole pondered for a moment, then crouched down and pointed to the paper with his finger, "Is this the name of someone you know, you're going to find her, right?" ”

The eyes that were gradually dimming seemed to have a trace of ripples on the calm surface of the lake, Ye Feng's expression actually showed a little moved, looked at Cole, and nodded in surprise.

Cole shook his head, sighed softly, and waved his hand, "You two take him down and wash up, and then bring him to see me......"

"Yes."

Everything was just as the man in the black robe said, and Cole's thoughts were gradually pulled back to a month ago......

"He's going to be out of prison in a month, and he'll probably lose all his memories, even his own name."

"What?!" Cole, who was standing in front of the black-robed man, exclaimed.

"There's nothing surprising about it, I'm coming to visit him for the last time this time, by the way, I'm sorry for you......" The black-robed man opened his palm, and a bracelet was placed on it.

This is a very delicate handmade ornament, crimson nylon straw rope is hand-woven together, staggered and coiled into a chain circle, on which is tied a small pale yellow bell, and a bow-shaped light blue ribbon is set off below.

"What is this?" Cole reached out to catch it, confused.

"Wait until the day he gets out of prison and give it to him, and tell him that if he wants to find that "she", he must go to this place......" The black-robed man threw out a wooden plaque with three black characters engraved on it, Wuxian Pavilion.

"Don't ask too much, the reward will not be less than you, just do what I say, lest you invite death......" As soon as the black-robed man's voice fell, his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness......

After washing, Ye Feng looked much more energetic, but his eyes were still as loose and decadent as ever, until Cole took out the red rope chain handed to him by the black-robed man.

"Jingle Bell~"

This familiar ringtone woke Ye Feng up like thunder, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his pupils gradually dilated......

"Ye Feng, this is what the person who came to see you every month entrusted me to give you, huh? What happened to you?! Cole's flat voice suddenly widened a few decibels, and he wondered.

Something fell from his eye socket at some point, damp across his cheeks, tears struggled out of his sockets, like beads with broken threads, tears couldn't stop flowing down, damp across his cheeks, dripping down, leaving a zigzag line on dry skin, this feeling was not only because of sadness, but also because of deep remorse.

Even Ye Feng himself didn't know why he was crying, the feeling of inner emptiness and remorse and guilt kept tumbling and distorting, and the feelings that could not be described in words were entangled, constantly tearing at his soul......

"Thank you...... Thank you" Ye Feng forcibly endured the burning sensation in his throat, and actually said the first sentence in five years.