After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

The portrait was like a switch, awakening Shen Zhao's memories that had been buried for many years. Although it was still blurry and confusing, Shen Zhao could still vaguely grasp the details.

His chaotic mind was like a fog, and the clearest thing in the fog was the portrait. Shen Zhao could not be more clear about the appearance of the boy in the portrait. He seemed to be in a simple moment many years ago, with clear eyes, as if he had not been polluted by this world.

There was a dark shadow in his eyes. Shen Zhao guessed that it must be the painter. Mu Yanchen must like this painter very much. His eyes were filled with tender emotions, so strong that they overflowed from the portrait.

With the portrait as the center, Shen Zhao searched everywhere and saw a small dark alley in the fog. She walked into it curiously, but the alley seemed to have no end and she could not find the way out. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in the alley, crouching on the ground, surrounded by several black shadows, punching and kicking it.

Shen Zhao ran over angrily, and this time she got closer and closer, until she stood in front of those black shadows. When she wanted to reach out her hand to push those black shadows away, they just disappeared.

Then the dark figure crouching on the ground seemed to be looking in her direction, and disappeared as she approached.

Shen Zhao looked around blankly. There was nothing but white fog. Until she walked to a place, the afternoon sun shone through the quaint window frame, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground. The scene suddenly became clear.

That was the school infirmary of Deyan Middle School. Shen Zhao remembered it, but had she ever been there?

She stood in front of the window in the corridor and looked inside through the glass above. This time it was much clearer. She saw the back of a girl. She was squatting in front of a boy and carefully cleaning his wound, applying medicine and then bandaging it. The boy was very different from the person in the painting. He didn't have any spirit at all, but the eyes that looked down at the girl were just as gentle.

Shen Zhao knew that the boy was the person in the painting, Mu Yanchen when he was young.

She stayed outside the school infirmary for a long time, experiencing one afternoon after another. The scene inside kept changing, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the injured boy and the girl who carefully applied medicine to him. This place seemed to have become their secret base. As time went by, she could even hear laughter inside.

I don’t know how many seasons have passed, but the boy seemed to be no longer injured. The setting sun shone on his body as if it had been coated with a layer of golden light. At that moment, he looked like a person in a painting.

The girl handed him a bowl of medicine, and he took it without even a second's doubt. Shen Zhao watched the boy drink up the dark brown liquid, and after finishing it, he gave the girl a faint smile.

Every day that followed, Shen Zhao saw the boy taking medicine, but his complexion was getting better day by day. Even though she was just a bystander, she was happy for the boy when she saw this situation.

It was also one afternoon. The girl brought the easel. Shen Zhao guessed correctly that the girl was the painter. In front of her sat the boy, just like in the portrait, with a childish face, gentle eyes, and pupils that could not hold anything else except the girl.

The girl still had her back to Shen Zhao, so Shen Zhao could not see her face. The portrait was painted for a long time, until the sun set and the lights in the school infirmary came on, the same color as the warm sun. The boy stood up from his chair and walked behind the girl to look at the portrait. Then Shen Zhao saw the boy put his arm around the girl's shoulders and lowered his head. His lips gently pressed against the girl's forehead, then her cheek, until they hugged and kissed each other, not passionately but affectionately, touchingly.

What a beautiful youth love story! I never thought there was such a story behind the painting. Although the boy was the young Mu Yanchen, Shen Zhao was not heartbroken about it. She even sighed about it.

Day after day, Shen Zhao watched their relationship getting better and better, until one day, some dark shadows followed the boy, and the dark shadows held the girl's arms so that she could not move. The boy watched the scene indifferently, and then a dark shadow walked out from the boy's side, he squatted in front of the girl, and took out something.

Shen Zhao could tell that it was an old pocket watch. Looking at the pocket watch swaying in front of her eyes, for some reason, she felt her mind go haywire. The infirmary, along with the people and the black shadow inside, disappeared.

Shen Zhao woke up again in his mind, and the things he had seen before began to become blurry again, but the time he spent outside the infirmary seemed real, as if he was there, even though the heroine was not himself.

But she did feel dazed.

"Mr. Mu, the young lady's wave is much more stable now."

Mu Yanchen was satisfied with the medical results of his family doctor. The gloom between his brows subsided a lot, and the family doctor also breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the family doctor, "So when will she wake up?"

The family doctor was sweating profusely at his question. Although this was a question that normal family members would ask, it was stressful to hear it from Mr. Mu. He wiped the cold sweat from his head and said, "It's like this. Every patient has a different constitution. As long as the lady's brain waves are stable, she will wake up in no time. As for when she will wake up, I can't say for sure. But now my most important job is to supplement the nutrients needed by the lady's body!"

The family doctor thought his answer was perfect and only asked Mu Yanchen to say, "Go down, and invite those girls up."

The family doctor was confused but still went downstairs obediently to call Situ Rui, "Butler Situ, Mr. Mu asked those girls to go up."

He glanced at the people sitting on the sofa eating cake.

"I'm going to rest in the building next door. If you need anything, please feel free to come and see me."

Situ Rui nodded and looked at Xu Ke and the others, "The boss wants you guys to go up, follow me."

He turned impatiently and walked upstairs without caring whether Xu Ke and the others followed him.

When Xu Ke heard that Situ Rui's boss wanted to see them, she became even more panicked. They followed Situ Rui tremblingly until they stopped in front of the door. After Situ Rui knocked on the door to confirm, they went in obediently.

Xu Ke had been to Shen Zhao's house in the old city. When she entered the room, she opened her eyes wide in surprise. Apart from being new, the layout and furnishings here were very similar to that room. She couldn't help but look at the man sitting on the bed, the man in the portrait. Just a glance at him made people dare not keep their eyes on him anymore. That was the aura and oppression that belonged only to the superior.

I only heard the man's deep voice, "You guys are here?"