Old story 3

Shimmering light spilled dappled through the cracks in the curtains and onto the side of the bed.

Percy Spencer's eyelids fluttered gently a few times, as if awakened by the warmth of the morning sun.

He jerked his eyes open.

Ignoring the pain of his bruised body, he forced himself to sit up in a weak position.

As his vision cleared, he saw Helen Jones bending over him, her deft hands meticulously attending to his injuries.

A wave of emotion welled up in Percy Spencer's heart, which turned into a wave of strength that drove him to lean forward against all odds.

His lips gently touched Helen Jones' focused face, and in that moment, time felt like it froze, and a gentle yet firm scent filled the air.

"Helen, be my girlfriend, I like you too."

These words, like vines drawn from the deepest part of his heart, slowly spat out with all his sincerity and desire.

Immediately afterward, their world was filled with a series of deep and lingering kisses, as if they wanted to fuse each other's souls tightly together, never to be separated again.

However.

The blissful atmosphere was torn apart in an instant.

The scene suddenly changed, an out-of-control car, like an out-of-control beast, roared and rushed towards Percy Spencer and Helen Jones, who were immersed in sweetness.

"Percy, look out!"

Helen Jones's voice pierced through the sudden crisis, and with a forceful push, she pushed Percy Spencer far away from her, losing her own chance to escape due to this action.

Her figure, which drew a poignant arc in the air, was like a kite being pulled by the wind, drifting to the far end.

Percy Spencer's heart was like being severely gripped, he did not care about his own mess, used all his strength to run to the place where Helen Jones landed.

His hands were trembling and he could barely hold onto his cell phone, but he struggled to press those life-saving numbers, eagerly calling for an ambulance.

"Helen, you must hold on, don't fall asleep, the ambulance will be here soon."

His voice was full of anxiety and fear, that still slightly young face was a mixture of nervousness and grief, tears were swirling in his eyes, as if they would break out at any moment.

At this moment, Helen Jones, although her life force is rapidly draining away, her smile is still as warm as the early spring sunshine, she tried her best to reach out her trembling hand and gently stroked Percy Spencer's cheek.

Each subtle touch was like a candle flame swaying in the wind, weak but full of affection.

"Percy, Helen can't accompany you to the end of your life, nor can she fulfill the promise of growing old together. Promise me, don't forget me, go find a better woman than me, and live happily with my love for you."

Every word was her reluctance and blessing for him, the words were heartfelt, yet tender to the core.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this heavy feeling of parting, time stood still at this moment, leaving only the endless attachment and reluctance between the two.

Helen Jones tenderly placed her hand gently on the location of Percy Spencer's heart, as if she could penetrate through the clothes and feel the beating there, her eyes full of reluctance:

"Helen will always be here with you, rain or shine, no matter the distance ..."

"No, don't, Helen, please, don't leave me ..."

Percy Spencer sat up violently from the bed, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, his voice trembling with desperation and fear.

This is an unusually real dream, grief like a tidal wave flooded him, the teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes in the faint moonlight flash, like the morning dew crystal, and the wet pillow, but silently tell the pain and loneliness in his heart.

Fortunately, Hannah Jones beside him was still sleeping, not disturbed by his awakening.

Percy Spencer gently pulled the covers tighter around her, with delicate care and tenderness, and then quietly left the bedroom, choosing the guest room for a moment of peace and quiet.

The clock hand was pointing to one in the morning, and the night was drawing on.

He made his way to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, took a bottle of water from it, and gulped down several large gulps, the cold liquid sliding down his throat, bringing a hint of calm, but also adding to the emptiness in his heart.

He tried to calm his emotions, telling himself that it was just a dream, but the chills and sense of loss from the dream still seemed to haunt him and were hard to dissipate.Laying back down on his bed, Percy Spencer felt like he was wrapped in endless cold, his body shivering uncontrollably, as if he had fallen into an ice kiln with no bottom, the air around him solidified into a piercing cold, making every inch of his skin protest against this intrusion, so cold, so cold, so cold that he could barely breathe.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo ..."

Every breath was accompanied by obvious pain, one of his hands pressed tightly on his abdomen, where blood was vaguely seeping out, he had obviously been injured.

Right at this moment of life and death, a cold hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, the teenager jolted and looked around vigilantly.

"Who?"

He growled lowly, his voice tinged with fear and wariness.

Immediately afterward, a faint fragrance crept in, seeming to ease the tense atmosphere slightly.

Without waiting for the teenager to react, a cold and firm female voice came from behind him, like the strings of a zither fluttering in the night wind, both far and near:

"If you don't want to die here, follow me."

These few simple words, but like a ray of dawn in the cold night, brought a ray of life to the teenager in despair.

In a dim and narrow alley, a teenager was suddenly and violently pulled in by a mysterious girl, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Outside the alley, an angry roar pierced through the night, carrying a majesty that could not be ignored: "You bunch of losers, you couldn't even catch a little kid!"

Those chasing footsteps and curses gradually faded away, proving the temporary lifting of the crisis.

Safe in the shadows, the teenager finally had a chance to survey the sudden savior.

However.

The night was deep, and the moonlight sparingly showered a few dappled spots, only vaguely outlining the outline of the girl's hazy side face, like an unfinished ink painting, both mysterious and evocative.

"Why did you save me? You should know that approaching me could mean great danger."

The teenager's voice was tinged with incomprehension and gratitude.

The girl laughed softly, her voice tinged with untutored innocence and naughtiness, "Hey, a dull and uneventful day always needs to be spiced up with a little excitement, doesn't it?"

The teenager sniffed, the corner of his mouth hooked up in a playful smile, "Heh, I think you're clearly too idle and want to have some fun."

The girl pretended to be angry and asked back, "Hey, is this how you treat someone who saved your life?"

There was a sly glint in her eyes, as if she was expecting the teenager's reaction.

The teenager was speechless for a moment, only feeling a mix of emotions in his heart, which eventually turned into a speechless sigh.

The hustle and bustle outside the alley gradually returned to calm, leaving only the unique tranquility and coolness of the night.

"Well, the people chasing you have gone far away, my mission is considered complete, it's time for me to leave." The young girl turned around as she spoke, seemingly ready to melt into the night at any moment.

The young man's heart suddenly surged with a wave of reluctance, hurriedly opened his mouth to ask: "Dare to ask the girl's name, in the future, if there is an opportunity, it is also good to repay today's favor."

The girl slightly side head, the moonlight illuminated half of her cheeks, the smile hides a trace of inscrutable meaning: "How, could it be that you have already begun to think about how to repay the favor?"

Saying this, she took out a jade pendant as warm as water from her sleeve and gently threw it to the teenager.

The teenager reached out and caught it, the jade pendant was permeated with a faint, yet exceptionally awakening aroma, strikingly similar to the natural body scent of a young girl's body, like it was able to evoke the most tender memories in one's heart.

"Take it, if you want to find me, I believe that with this jade pendant, you will find a way."

The young girl's words carried certainty, like she had some sort of inexplicable confidence in the future.

The teenager gripped the jade pendant in his hand tightly, feeling not only the coolness of the jade, but also the warm and firm trust.

Looking at the young girl's fading back, he knew that tonight's encounter would become an unforgettable episode in his life.

With a sudden darkness in front of him, Percy Spencer was dragged into another time and space by an invisible force.