Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
Time Reversal: My Journey to Exoneration
墨書 Inktalez
The cold metal sensation gripped my wrist, tightly locking away my freedom. I was shoved forward, stumbling into the police car, the sharp wail of sirens filling my ears. Murder? The accusation weighed heavily on my heart like a boulder, making it hard to breathe. My name is Li Ming, an ordinary office worker, yet at this moment, I had become a prisoner. I struggled desperately to shake off this absurd charge. "I’m innocent! You’ve got the wrong person!" My voice was hoarse but drowned out by the sirens, sounding so powerless.
The blinding fluorescent lights illuminated the courtroom, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over me. I looked around in confusion; my wife’s figure stood out starkly in the audience. Her face was pale, her eyes hollow, as if she were a puppet that had lost its soul. My heart twisted painfully at the sight. I tried to give her a reassuring glance but found my lips stiff, unable to form even a hint of a smile. The lawyer's voice buzzed in my ears like an annoying fly, failing to dispel the fear and despair that gripped my heart. All evidence pointed to me; I was speechless, as if caught in a meticulously woven trap—struggling only made me sink deeper.
“Bang!” The gavel struck down heavily, sealing my fate—life imprisonment. In that moment, it felt as if the entire world had collapsed around me; everything spun out of control and darkness enveloped my vision. From the audience came my wife’s stifled sobs, piercing through my heart like a sharp knife. I slumped helplessly in my chair, allowing the cold handcuffs to bind my wrists and ensnare my soul.
The heavy iron door slammed shut behind me with a clang, cutting off my connection to the outside world. The prison was filled with a musty odor mixed with sweat, creating a nauseating atmosphere. The prisoners cast indifferent, curious, and even mocking glances at me, sending chills down my spine. The guards’ harsh shouts echoed through the corridor like whips cracking against my fragile nerves. I curled up in a cold corner, trembling like an abandoned little beast.
Letters from my wife dripped with despair and helplessness. She told me she had left the city with our child to seek a new life. I knew she had borne too much pressure; she needed a fresh start while I had become a stain on her life. My heart felt as if it were being torn apart, unbearable pain washing over me.
Later, I learned that my mother had succumbed to illness due to the stress caused by my situation. At that moment, it felt as if the sky had fallen on me. I knelt on the ground and cried out loud—regret, guilt, despair—all emotions intertwined and consumed me whole. I hated myself for being powerless; I hated myself for making my mother endure such immense suffering.
In the prison library, I stumbled upon an ancient book that described a mysterious ritual said to reverse time and change fate. In despair, it felt like I had grasped onto a lifeline. I began following the book’s instructions step by step to perform the ritual. I didn’t know if it would truly work, but having lost everything, I could only gamble everything on this one chance. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, I would hold onto it tightly. Under the dim light, I trembled as I recited the ancient incantation silently, filled with both fear and anticipation. Perhaps this was my only way out; perhaps it was merely a futile struggle. But I had no other choice—I could only surrender myself to fate and pray for a miracle to occur.
Comment 0 Comment Count