That Day Chapter 10: Disappeared

Translated by Kaushika of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: KarateChopMonkey

“Something happened recently, I… never mind it.”

“…hmm.” The senior probably had probably noticed something was bothering Ren Huan, but decided not to press further into the matter.

Why did it feel like the senior was at a loss for words?

Ren Huan suddenly imagined the senior’s face, with his soft hair curling over his ears, telling him that he had been just imagining last night’s events. Ren Huan whispered goodbye and hung up the phone.

How could someone like the senior concern himself with his problems? Obviously, it was finally getting clearer.

A layer of tears quickly filled Ren Huan’s eyes. He blinked, trying to suppress the feelings of sourness. He took out his phone and quietly removed everything related to the senior, losing any hope that the senior would contact him again, silently trying to escape everything related to him.

After many days, the injuries were finally completely healed. Ren Huan had no intention of looking for the man from that day; in fact, despite being treated in such a way, he couldn’t hate that man at all… only occasionally, he would wonder whether the man did feel shame, or had become accustomed to doing such acts.

Ren Huan had all sorts of questions about the man, but ultimately, he had nothing to do with him. Maybe it had been just a random stranger, so when the traces of the night that were left on his body disappeared, so did the memories he had of the events, buried in his subconscious.

…Ren Huan discovered that it was really easy to make a person disappear from his life. A reminder of his senior’s birthday, due in two days, popped up in his phone’s memos. Ren Huan stared at it for a while, a lot of suppressed feelings of joy and sourness resurfacing.

On that day, Ren Huan didn’t attend the party.

Probably, to the senior, he was nothing more than a talkative student, who had probably forgotten the party or chosen not to go.

Ren Huan went back to that restaurant and had malatang. It tasted really good, but he often paused eating, resting his chopsticks in thought.

After leaving the place, he went for a walk, the night breeze feeling much cooler than half a month ago. Ren Huan turned on his phone to check the time – it was just past eight o’clock.