Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 198 Water

Fresh out of university, my peers are either discussing taking a spontaneous trip, studying for postgraduate entrance exams, or preparing to go home to rest for a while and find a job they like.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, was like a spinning top that never stopped, busy making money everywhere. No matter what the job was, as long as it wouldn't kill her and the pay was high, she would do it.

Lin Feng was burdened with too much debt. If she stopped for even a second, she felt like she couldn't breathe. She could only squeeze out every spare moment to survive and earn as much money as she could.

But who would have thought they would get sick?

Lin Feng took her diagnosis certificate and walked to the riverbank. Looking at the rushing river under the bridge, she even thought of death for a moment.

She worked tirelessly, day and night, painfully and numbly, mechanically paying off all her loans, only to receive a thin piece of paper that was so light it would vanish in the wind.

This is ridiculous.

Lin Feng leaned on the railing, gazing at the river, as countless people walked past her.

They were walking their dogs on leashes, strolling leisurely with friends, parents, or partners, or perhaps some highly self-disciplined individuals were running in sportswear... None of them seemed lonely, and all appeared to be in excellent health.

As Lin Feng watched, her gaze was drawn to the surging waters of the river.

Under the dim yellow light, the river water at night was turbid and turbulent. The ripples of the water looked like long, transparent, wriggling worms, flowing together head to tail, like a family that loved each other very much.

They look very happy.

Lin Feng thought.

She never imagined she would envy water.

But water should also be envied.

The water in the river has been together since birth. They never quarrel, never die, and never shed tears. They are always intertwined and always blend together wherever they go. They will never be separated.

Lin Feng admitted that she was envious.

She leaned on the railing, clutching her medical record, her gaze unwavering.

No one noticed that in a corner by the bridge, a woman was gazing longingly at the river, as if she were about to jump in at any moment—

Of course not.

Lin Feng's gaze was drawn to the children on the riverbank who were catching fish with nets. They were walking on the shallow water, stepping on pebbles and carrying small buckets prepared by their parents, happily catching some small fish fry.

I'm very happy.

Lin Feng thought.

She withdrew her foot from the path she was about to step out, and began to reflect that she shouldn't have died in this place that would bring joy to the children.

That's not good.

If you no longer experience joy and happiness, then others shouldn't be infected by your bad luck.

Disease and death are contagious.

Lin Feng thought.

Otherwise, after her mother passed away, her father passed away next... and in the end, she was "infected" with it herself.

Lin Feng took one last look at the "happy" river and threw the medical record into the trash can by the bridge.

"Snapped--"

The soft sound of paper falling is like my short and busy life.

Lin Feng returned to her hometown in the countryside.

She gave her last money to her neighbor, an older woman next door, who took the money with a mixture of joy and confusion and then quickly stuffed it into her hand.

“There aren’t that many girls.” The neighbor’s hair was gray and her back was hunched from years of hard work, but she still stuffed the money into Lin Feng’s hand.

"I only lent you three thousand yuan back then, how could there be so much interest on four thousand yuan?"

Lin Feng smiled, a pale smile appearing on her otherwise plain and delicate face. She coughed and gently pushed the money toward her neighbor.

"Then give it to me tomorrow."

Lin Feng paused here, then said softly, "If you have time."

After saying that, Lin Feng turned and went back to her home under the watchful eyes of her neighbor.

The house is still the same as before. In the living room, there is a young photo of my mother before she passed away. The woman in the photo has delicate and regular features, and she is smiling. She looks very beautiful.

In the photo frame next to her was a middle-aged man with a stubble beard and empty, lifeless eyes.

“Dad,” Lin Feng said with a smile, wiping her parents’ portraits with a tissue.

"I don't know if Mom will recognize you after you go downstairs."

No one responded.

Lin Feng smiled and threw the tissue in her hand into the trash can next to her, then turned around and filled a basin with water from the kitchen.

The basin was left over from a long time ago, its edges covered with tiny scratches, somewhat blurred, like memories from a certain point in time.

Lin Feng sat on the stool and stared at the basin of water on the table for a long, long time. Finally, under the gaze of her "parents," she slowly lowered her head.

The pain of suffocation spread from the water.

Lin Feng supported herself on both sides of the basin until her hands lost all color and gradually, she lost all her strength.

So be it.

During the breathless moment, Lin Feng stared blankly at the broken, peeling patterns on the bottom of the basin, and opened her mouth.

She swallowed more water into her mouth and coughed silently, unsure whether it was tears or water falling into the basin, like the water droplets that had welled up in her eyes from the smoke of burning paper money on the day her father died.

so tired.

Lin Feng thought in a daze.

She felt she was still guilty.

For example, you shouldn't say that ambiguous thing to your neighbor.

What if your neighbor comes to your door and is startled by you?

This is terrible.

Lin Feng thought.

She lay limply in the basin, like a fish that had gradually run aground on the shore, its mouth agape and lifeless.

So this is what it feels like to be dying—

?

Lin Feng suddenly felt the water on her face begin to become soft and warm, as if it had turned into something with a real shape.

She opened her eyes with a somewhat dazed look and with great effort.

"woke up?"

The doctor, who had changed the water countless times, looked down wearily. He wrung out the towel in his hand again, his eyes behind his glasses somewhat unreadable.

"Eat something when you wake up, someone will bring it over later."

As he spoke, the doctor spread the towel in his hand over Lin Feng's face and began to rub it.

Lin Feng, who had just regained consciousness: "...?"

Does anyone wash their face like this?

She struggled to refuse the other person's attempt to wipe her face, and as she forcefully snatched the towel, her face paled, she said:

"I will do it myself."

The doctor glanced at her, got up, walked to the door, and whispered a few words to the outside.

"..."

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Lin Feng put down the towel in her hand and frowned.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

The doctor turned around, and his expression was completely hidden in the darkness by the backlight.

"What did you dream about?"

"The doctor asked."

Lin Feng remained silent for a moment, then turned her head away.

"I didn't have any dreams."

"is it?"

The doctor stood by the door and knocked. After the knocking stopped, he seemed to sigh.

"Stop running away from your fears, Lin Feng."