Chapter 393
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Chapter 393: A Glimpse of Heaven
“Hey, wake up!”
The sound of applause startled Bai Wei.
His eyes snapped open, and before him stood an incredibly handsome man—so striking that his appearance even surpassed two divine beings from the Ming Country.
Bai Wei froze for a moment, then instinctively clenched his fist tightly.
“You…” he began, his voice laced with recognition. That face—he could never forget it. This was the person who had dragged him into a cycle of a hundred reincarnations.
“Hey, don’t hit my face!” the handsome man said with a smirk. “I look so good; can you really bring yourself to hit me?”
Bai Wei’s anger flared. “Yes, I can bear it! Very, very bear it!”
“But please don’t hit me!” the man pleaded, his grin widening. “All my friends are here in this shop. If you hit me, they won’t just stand by and watch.”
“No, we didn’t see anything,” the café owner chimed in, resting his chin on his hand. “I turned off the video recording.”
Bai Wei held back the urge to land a punch. With a deep breath, he released his grip and allowed the handsome man to sit back down.
The man adjusted his collar and smiled. “Don’t be nervous. It was just a little experiment. When you were walking, it felt like a long time, but in reality, it was just a short while. From the time you sat down until now, not even five minutes have passed.”
He glanced at his watch. “I should be leaving soon. I’m sorry for using you for the experiment. You can go back now.”
Bai Wei stared at him, confused. “Go back? Now?”
“Otherwise, do you still want to live here? Don’t overthink it,” the man said with a smile. “Go back, it’s all just a dream.”
Bai Wei remained silent for a moment, then lowered his gaze to the coffee in his hand. Still warm, but he didn’t drink it. Instead, he turned and walked out of the café, with both the handsome man and the café owner watching him go.
Bai Wei exhaled a deep sigh as he walked down the street, feeling as if everything was unreal. He shook his sleeves, but no Crouching Tiger Sword fell out. His reflection in a car’s rearview mirror revealed a normal, handsome face—no golden glow in his eyes.
Everything felt like an illusion.
When he reached the doorstep of his home, everything seemed the same. His mother, who loved plants, had hung a basket on the wall, just like before. He could hear the sound of her hula hooping inside the house—she’d bought it to exercise her waist.
He pushed open the door, and the first thing he saw on the table was a meal. His father was coming downstairs with a cup in hand. When he saw Bai Wei, he smiled warmly. His father was a teacher, once hot-tempered but now patient and steady after years in the profession.
“What happened?” His father asked, sensing something was off.
“…Nothing.” Bai Wei shook his head. “Maybe I just encountered some unexplained things.”
“Let’s eat first, and you can tell me later.”
“Okay.”
As they approached the table, his mother dropped her hula hoop and shouted, “Go wash your hands first!”
Father and son squeezed by the sink, washing their hands together.
This was the everyday life of a family of three—ordinary, plain, and comforting.
Bai Wei finished his meal, the taste familiar and nostalgic.
In those fleeting moments of daydreaming, the short teenage years hold an unshakable importance in life.
Bai Wei missed this feeling of relaxation more than he could express. Coming home, he forgot everything outside, and the clouds seemed to clear.
He ate until full, leaned back in his chair, stretched lazily, and listened to his parents chat about mundane things, massaging his stomach to aid digestion.
“It’s about time you find a girlfriend… When are you going to bring a daughter-in-law for me to meet?”
Bai Wei’s expression paused. In the past, such words would have left him feeling dejected, but now, the thought seemed distant.
He nodded and replied, “I will find someone.”
Both of his parents looked at him with disbelief, as if trying to confirm they hadn’t misheard their son.
Not giving them a chance to nag, Bai Wei went upstairs, turned on his computer, and began watching anime, movies, and videos—happily distracted.
When it was time for dinner, they had their usual meal, then went out for a walk with his dad.
Halfway through, his father was called away to play cards with someone, leaving Bai Wei to walk alone.
As he strolled along the riverside path, he turned a corner and bumped into a girl who was out for a night run. Their shoulders collided, and her cap flew off. He instinctively caught it and noticed a small tear on her sleeve.
The girl took the cap, blushed, and thanked him before continuing her run.
Bai Wei continued walking, encountering both familiar faces and strangers along the way.
The world seemed to continue as normal, unchanged, despite his brief nap.
Returning home, Bai Wei sat in front of his computer, deep in thought. Suddenly, an urge to write struck him. He opened a document and began typing.
Three hours passed in silence. This wasn’t a story, but a record of the past.
Feeling sleepy, he took a nap. The next day, when he opened the document, it was gone.
He didn’t mind much. He just sighed and smiled softly.
One week later, in the morning, Bai Wei walked out of the house. His mother was watering the bonsai at the doorstep, and his father was about to leave for school.
“Where are you going?” his mother asked.
“Probably going to hang out with friends,” his father replied, smiling. “Haven’t you been getting close to that girl lately?”
Bai Wei rolled his eyes. “He only said a few words.”
“Our son is shy, just like me,” his mother said proudly. “Go on, will you come back for lunch?”
“Probably not,” Bai Wei paused, then shook his head. “Go ahead and eat without me.”
“Okay,” his parents said in unison.
Bai Wei nodded and turned to leave.
As he turned, the ordinary qualities of a human being began to fade. The inertia of a happy family life peeled away like a cocoon. He was reclaiming the sharpness, calmness, indifference, and pride of being a reincarnator.
His steps became more deliberate, his posture straighter. The day, bright and clear, now felt like a false scene—a light that shone too brightly.
He approached a stopped car and looked at his reflection in the window. His eyes gleamed with a golden glow.
With a self-mocking smile, Bai Wei turned and walked down the same street, circling back to the café.
Inside, the handsome man still sat where he had been. Across from him, an empty cup of steaming coffee awaited.
“Why have you come back?” the handsome man asked, puzzled. “Isn’t home good enough?”
“It’s good,” Bai Wei replied, picking up the coffee and sipping it. “But it feels a little fake.”
He sighed and continued, “I still remember the café’s signature apple-flavored coffee. It had such a magical taste. Even in this illusion, could it not be replicated?”
The handsome man said nothing. He seemed to be malfunctioning, his body losing its color.
The café owner spoke softly, “Isn’t life here beautiful enough? Are you really willing to let go?”
“I can’t let go,” Bai Wei set the cup down. “But I just realized something…”
“What?”
“I’ve been worrying about my parents, our small home. But I’m greedy… just a lifetime of happiness isn’t enough. I want another hundred lifetimes!”
The café owner stopped speaking, and everything began to decay and collapse.
“Alright, time for me to go,” Bai Wei said, dropping the coffee cup.
With a powerful kick, the door shattered, light flooding in from outside. The cage was broken, and with it, his dream.
As he turned to leave, a distant voice called, “Son!”
It was his parents’ voices.
Bai Wei turned around and saw them, standing together at a distance, reluctant to leave.
He smiled, no sadness in his expression. “It was you who said to bring a girlfriend back… A promise is a promise.”
They smiled in understanding before shattering into countless pieces.
Bai Wei stepped forward, out of the collapsing dream, his feet feeling the soft gravel beneath him.
He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar scene.
[Event Triggered]
[You have entered Broken Paradise]
