William Thompson came to Helen Carter's grave every Sunday, silently communicating with Helen in his heart.

  "Helen, are you doing well down there?"

  "Brian Clark, that kid, got beaten up five times again this week, hehe, and I took fifty yuan from him to buy you a bouquet of flowers."

  "Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you. I will slowly play Brian Clark to death. His old man was just executed by firing squad, so there's no one to protect him anymore."

  "The other classmates don't dare to bully me anymore. Only those student council people occasionally jump out to make some noise, but they're so timid, it's really funny."

  "I really didn't expect it. I used to be so timid, always bullied by others. Now, it's already good enough that I don't bully others. The feeling of being feared is really exhilarating. If only I had been like this before... Hey, maybe you wouldn't have liked me then. Maybe you preferred the timid me."

  ……

  "Today the college entrance exam is over. I'm going to leave here. I applied to Peking University, and I believe I can get in. If only you were by my side, we could go to college together."

  "But it's impossible in this life. Let's wait for the next one. You must wait for me."

  As the sun set, William Thompson quietly stood up, patted the dust off his body, and walked away slowly. In his heart, Helen Carter had become an eternal memory.

  In the distance, a middle-aged couple watched William Thompson as he left. They had been watching William Thompson from not far away for a long time, just standing there like two strangers, watching from afar. They stood there for more than three hours without feeling tired, but did not disturb William Thompson.

  The middle-aged woman, her face streaked with tears, threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged man, sobbing, "It's really hard on William Thompson, this child. He has done right by our Ying'er. They could have been such a good pair."

  The middle-aged man also held back his tears, his voice hoarse: "Yes, William Thompson was worthy of Ying'er. But now, it's impossible." He shook his head. Though men rarely shed tears, he couldn't help but let them fall.

  Helen Carter's parents had accepted the relationship between their daughter and William Thompson, but fate had cruelly separated them, leaving them in different worlds. Whenever they came to visit their daughter's grave, they would often see William Thompson there, but each time they only watched him from afar, never going up to disturb him.

  Suddenly, Helen Carter's parents' expressions froze. They saw a big boy suddenly rush out from the roadside, brandishing a flashing short sword and viciously stabbing at William Thompson's back.

  But what happened next was something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

  Someone suddenly jumped out behind William Thompson, tightly gripping a gleaming dagger, and lunged at him.

  The special training had given William Thompson sharp senses, allowing him to notice the abnormality behind him. He turned around.

  It was Brian Clark, his eyes full of malice, his face twisted as he stabbed the knife toward William Thompson's heart, roaring, "You damn fat bastard, I've had enough! Go to hell and keep your girl company!"

  Brian Clark had been oppressed by William Thompson all the way until the college entrance exam, unable to study in peace. Today's exam was even worse—because William Thompson beat him up before the test, his mind went blank, and for the first time ever, he handed in a blank paper. If he could have done well, he could have gone to a prestigious university, found a good job, regained what he had lost, and even gotten back at William Thompson. But he failed. One blank paper ruined his whole life. Even though he realized it and tried desperately to study, it was too late, and William Thompson didn't let him off even at the last moment. He felt his life was over, completely over.

  Brian Clark knew William Thompson's academic level—definitely the top of the senior year. His future would certainly be better than his own, which meant he would be tormented by William Thompson in even more vicious ways, a fate worse than death. But before that, he was determined to drag William Thompson to hell with him, even if it killed him.

  After sitting in front of Helen Carter's grave all afternoon, William Thompson's body was a bit numb and stiff, so he wasn't agile enough to dodge. The knife was just three inches away from piercing his heart.

  At the very moment when William Thompson was about to resign himself to fate—

  William Thompson suddenly saw Brian Clark and the short sword in his hand become distorted, strangely as if the plane of space itself was warping. The pure steel, coldly gleaming short sword turned soft and flexible.

  The scene before his eyes warped. The once straight road bizarrely twisted, and three-dimensional space seemed to gain an extra dimension. He was pulled out of the space before him, and the pulling force from all directions tore at William Thompson's heart and soul.

  Struggling, he turned his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a twisted vortex forming behind him, as if it was about to suck him into darkness.

  "Is it a wormhole?"

  That was William Thompson's last thought before losing consciousness.

  ……

  But Brian Clark did not see what William Thompson saw. He only saw his short sword getting closer and closer, about to stab fiercely into William Thompson's body, and the world would finally be quiet.

  Yet he watched as William Thompson's calm face showed a strange smile as he looked at him, and then, as if turning to mist, his solid body became transparent and gradually disappeared into the air.

  Brian Clark lunged and missed, and in his mind was left only William Thompson's final calm yet strangely smiling face. A living person disappeared into thin air right before his eyes—and it was his mortal enemy. No one could accept such a scene.