The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1102 Face it calmly
"Anson...you, you really don't remember?"

Lucas inquired.

That one look contained too many emotions: timidity and hesitation, fear and anxiety, fragility and sadness. It was difficult to distinguish them accurately at the moment, but he could clearly feel the interweaving of one emotion after another, making him toss and turn in the flames of hell, never able to find peace.

Anson met Lucas's gaze calmly and nodded heavily.

"Yeah. I don't remember anything."

Lucas was stunned.

"I have no impression of what you just described. It's as if I was listening to someone else's story. To be honest, if you didn't have enough credibility, I might think you were talking nonsense, because there is no fragment in my mind that can confirm that those things happened to me."

Anson let out a breath.

"Luka, if we have to blame anyone for this, we should blame the criminals. Everything is their fault. We shouldn't bear the guilt and pain on their behalf."

"Besides, after all, it was me who insisted on going in the first place, and it was me who broke free and ran away. You shouldn't blame yourself."

"You were just a child then."

Lucas stared at Anson in a daze, motionless, until his tears wet his cheeks. Then he realized his own embarrassment. He quickly raised his hand to wipe his cheek, took a deep breath, and looked up at the sky.

"...You shouldn't be the one to comfort me about this matter."

Anson, "But mom and dad never comforted you."

Lucas said nothing.

Although the Woods never blamed Lucas, he could not forgive himself.

Lucas scratched his eyes. "Sometimes, I wish they would blame me, but they don't. They just pretend it never happened."

So, the wound remained there.

Pus. Inflammation. But it never heals.

It's not just Lucas, the Woods are the same. They do their best to maintain a peaceful and beautiful daily life, and dare not stop or look at the wounds, for fear that if they relax a little, their lives will fall apart.

So, they doted on Anson in a way that was almost unreasonable.

Anson is the key to maintaining the balance of all this.

When he is there, they are all there; what if he is not there?
It is hard to imagine what the Wood family would be like now if Anson Wood really closed his eyes forever in that bathroom stall.

Thinking of this, Anson felt a little sad and a little jealous at the same time.

In his previous life, this was what he had always dreamed of. He was not afraid of losing all his wealth, nor was he afraid of hitting rock bottom. Even in endless darkness and despair, as long as his family protected each other, there was hope.

However, he didn't.

His father disappeared without a trace, and he never saw him again. He didn't even know whether he was dead or alive.

He tried to convince himself that his father was thinking about them and wanted to avoid getting them into trouble, and that he should have positive thoughts; but as time went on, he no longer had the time and energy to think about his father.

His mother tried to help and protected him wholeheartedly, but she was of little use and could only hope that his father would come day and night.

And then...then everything will be fine as if by miracle.

I closed my eyes and the memories of my past life came flooding back like a tide.

But soon, Anson got himself under control.

He promised himself not to dwell on the past but to grasp the present.

He wanted to enjoy this opportunity.

"Luca."

Lucas didn't look up, but Anson didn't give up. He just waited stubbornly, letting the silence spread.

Until Lucas noticed something was wrong, looked up and saw Anson's eyes full of smiles.

"The matter is over."

Anson looked Lucas straight in the eyes.

"You shouldn't keep punishing yourself." "Look, I don't remember anything. There's nothing in my mind. I've moved on, but you're still stuck in the past."

Maybe, now is the time to let go.

Lucas still didn't react, his mind was filled with a lot of thoughts, and he couldn't react fast enough for a while, and he was a little dazed.

It would indeed be a good thing if Anson could no longer remember, completely forget the past, and move on with his life, with those memories buried in the ashes of time.

But why couldn't Lucas be happy?

"Do not."

Lucas finally found his thoughts and grasped the key points in the chaos.

"No no no, you're lying."

"You just haven't thought about it yet. In fact, those nightmares have been lurking deep in your subconscious, right?"

"That's why we're talking today. You can't ignore those hints and those anxieties after all."

"If you really didn't have any memories, you wouldn't be asking at all."

Lucas stared at Anson intently, his deep eyes emitting a faint light in the dark night. He locked his eyes on Anson with a sense of uneasiness and tension. Any trace of abnormality could not escape his eyes.

The darkness of night could not conceal his eyes. Instead, he could clearly feel the crisis that was locking him in, and the powerful aura was overwhelming him.

Anson let out a breath lightly, and the upward curve of his mouth revealed a bit of helplessness.

"Ah, Luca, you're too smart to fool."

Lucas choked and scolded in a low voice, "Anson!"

Anson waved his hand. "Since I'm doing so much to entertain you, please give me some support."

Lucas stared at Anson intently.

Anson surrendered, muttering, "What a sense of humor."

Before Lucas could protest, Anson changed the subject.

"No memory, it's true."

“It’s also true that nightmares lurk.”

"I don't know how to describe it accurately. Even though you just said so much, I still don't feel anything. It's totally unlike what I experienced myself. My memory of those ten days is still blank."

"only……"

"It's just that sometimes, I would feel panic for no reason, or feel uneasy, as if there was an unknown fear chasing me in a dream."

“I can ignore it because it doesn’t affect my daily life.”

"But I don't want to."

Anson paused, thought carefully, and then nodded gently.

"Well, I don't want to."

In his previous life, he had experienced everything he should and shouldn't have experienced. He had been struggling in the whirlpool of emotions and the waves of suffering for too long.

This time, he didn't want to be beaten passively, nor did he want to surrender.

Now, he lives in his dream. He has family, friends, career, wealth and plenty of time. He refuses to continue to be immersed in the nightmare. If he does not enjoy his life and make good use of his time, he will be wasting his second chance.

Therefore, he would rather waste time sitting there in a daze than lose himself in nightmares and suffering.

Anson looked at Lucas, his expression still calm, but his eyes were different.

It is deep and blue, like an ocean, crystal clear yet unfathomable. A hint of determination flickers among the layers of ripples, seemingly enough to ignite the darkness.

The night was boundless, and Lucas seemed to see a wild beast dancing in the flames deep in Anson's pupils, gracefully and passionately.

(End of this chapter)