"Let me enter your… Wait, what are you doing?!"
"Shut up!"
Chu Ran's eyes snapped open. The ceiling, covered in mottled stains, came into view.
Her pupils contracted, and she couldn't help trembling slightly. She stiffly pushed aside the blanket covering her. "Cough, cough!"
Dust flew into her nose and mouth, making her cough quietly.
Chu Ran stepped into the shoes by the bed, stood in the room, looked around, then closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Her hands clenched so tightly that she wished she could dig her nails in and draw blood.
The room was tiny, with a rusty iron bed taking up half the space. Beside the bed was a window, half-covered by a thick gray curtain that dragged on the floor, faintly revealing bloodstains and dirt.
Where was this?
She remembered going home and just starting to take off her jacket...
Pain!
Her brain felt like it had been pounded dozens of times. Even a tiny fragment of memory brought a thousand needles of pain.
Chu Ran forced herself to steady her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was...
But the moment she tried to recall, the pain surged like a flood bursting a dam. Chu Ran clenched her teeth, gripping her hands tightly, trying to find the lost memories amidst the agony.
Outside, the sun was blazing, the fierce light blocked by the heavy, dirty curtain.
With a thud, Chu Ran couldn't help kneeling on one knee, her sweat-covered neck drooping.
She couldn't remember.
She couldn't recall anything after taking off her jacket.
Had she been kidnapped?
After a long while, Chu Ran's gaze settled on the black suitcase standing behind the door. The suitcase had no dust on it—it was the cleanest thing in the room.
It seemed like it had been brought here by someone.
Chu Ran stood up and walked over slowly.
A drop of blood trickled down from the web of her thumb.
She had never seen this type of suitcase before.
Above buttons of different colors was a black screen, with the retractable handle embedded, but there were no wheels on the bottom.
Chu Ran breathed slightly heavily, bent down, and carefully examined every part of the suitcase. Finally, she reached out and pressed the rightmost black button—the only visible sign of wear.
The black screen lit up instantly, and a blue light scanned Chu Ran's pupils.
With a click, the suitcase opened.
It opened!!
Chu Ran squinted, showing no surprise.
There wasn't much inside the suitcase.
A brown wooden box, a notebook of unknown material, and a silver-white bracelet with a small screen.
She slowly picked up the notebook.
The surface of the notebook shimmered, and another blue light scanned her pupils.
It opened again.
Chu Ran paused. Not good.
She looked down. It was a diary.
"October 12, 3086, Sunny
Today the weather is nice.
Dad looked the same as usual.
They said Mom died."
"June 14, 3087, Sunny
Today the weather is nice.
So Dad decided to hold a wedding today.
He told me to call her Mom."
"August 12, 3089, Sunny
Today the weather is nice too.
My little sister was born."
"August 12, 3092, Sunny
Today the sun is bright.
They were all very happy.