As soon as Jin Jiuchi hummed the melody to sing along with the ghost bride, everything screeched to an abrupt halt. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button to freeze the time.
Nian gaped in shock, his purple eyes widening to the maximum. In front of them, the bride halted mid-step, the terrifying black holes of her eyes transfixed on Jin Jiuchi. Even her blood had stopped dripping to the floor.
However, Jin Jiuchi took no notice of their reaction for he was still immersed in the tide of nostalgia. Now that he had sung the song out loud, it was as if the locked crest inside his head suddenly burst open, flooding him with one piece of memory after another.
Jin Jiuchi had no idea why, but the time he spent in the asylum had quickly become a blur in his mind after he was discharged. In hindsight, it was the place which he had spent most of his life in, so wouldn't it be reasonable for him to remember everything?
