From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Jack - Priest, appeared again.

But Anson wasn't surprised or flustered. He wiped his wet hair while looking Jack up and down.

The Jack in front of him seemed a little different than usual, slightly restrained and shy.

He raised his head and glanced at Anson, but then hurriedly lowered his head again, carefully concealing the emotions in his eyes, as if he didn't know what to say, fearing that Anson would directly kick him out. He drooped his shoulders pitifully, gently swinging his legs, never daring to make a sound.

This scene made the smile on Anson's lips gently rise.

Anson thought for a while and sat down next to Jack.

He could see Jack's scarred and bloody feet at a glance.

Now that there were no blind spots, the abnormalities he couldn't see before easily came into view. Without fear or pain, he felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.

Jack seemed to notice Anson's gaze, and his feet couldn't help but curl up.

Jack was stunned.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Anson, whose prank had succeeded, his smile completely blooming.

Jack couldn't believe his eyes. "Anson..."

Anson didn't respond, just kicked water over again.

Jack raised his hand to try to stop it, but was still splashed, "You don't have martial ethics!"

Jack also hurriedly entered the bathtub, raised his hand to block the faucet's outlet, and used his palm to guide the water column towards Anson.

Splash!

Anson was instantly soaked, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing Anson so embarrassed, Jack put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

Anson naturally didn't plan to be captured without a fight. He bent down and used his hands as paddles to splash water at Jack frantically. Jack was caught off guard and was completely covered in a curtain of water, and then, unwilling to be outdone, continued to attack using the faucet.

Back and forth, splash, crash.

Finally, Anson looked at Jack, Jack looked at Anson, both of them were embarrassed, but couldn't control themselves and burst out laughing.

Until they were exhausted.

Jack slumped down on the edge of the bathtub, looked down at his dirty feet, and finally bent down to wash them with hot water, washing away the dust and blood stains.

Little by little.

After washing everything clean, Jack hesitated and opened his mouth, "So, we won't see each other again in the future?"

But Jack didn't dare to look up at Anson, shrinking his shoulders and shivering.

Anson shook his head, "No, of course not. I think we will still meet."

"But, Jack, I want to say, thank you."

Jack secretly raised his head, carefully concealing his slightly red eyes, and crashed into Anson's eyes, filled with sincere light.

"If I hadn't met you, I might never have been able to escape the entanglement of nightmares, and I might not have continued to exist."

Anson was serious.

Because the original owner was how he disappeared, floating and sinking in the muddled and endless darkness, struggling hard, but in the end, he still escaped into the darkness.

This gave him a second chance to start over.

"When I was comforting you and helping you, I was actually helping myself."

"Only after meeting you did I realize that I wasn't as brave as I thought I was. I was timid, cowardly, fearful, and fragile. Those so-called strengths and dashing were just a disguise, carefully burying those wounds, as if everything had never happened as long as I completely forgot."

"But reality is not like that. What happened, happened. The wounds are there, the nightmares are there, and all the pain and struggles are there."

"For a very, very long time, I hated myself, hated my weakness and helplessness, hated my timidity and fear, hated my powerlessness to resist..."

Not just Anson - Wood at the age of nine, but also Anson from his previous life—

He could choose to push the blame onto others, but deep down, he still couldn't forgive himself.

Jack knew, Jack knew everything.

Jack stared at Anson, and only realized his voice was choked and hoarse when he spoke. Tears blurred his vision, "But, you persevered."

Anson also looked into Jack's eyes and nodded gently, "You know, this isn't my first life..."

Jack nodded in response, "Of course." Then, the smile on his lips bloomed, "You forgot, I am you, I know everything."

"But, this time is different."

"You bravely faced yourself, whether it was the first time or the second time, whether it was before or now, you finally mustered the courage to face yourself directly."

"So, you selflessly saved me, you guided me to pursue my dreams and believe in hope, you made me believe that there really are more possibilities in life."

"You did a great job, really great."

Anson's gaze crashed into Jack's eyes, and unexpectedly, tears broke through the restraints of his eye sockets and burned his cheeks.

However, Jack's smile bloomed—

Finally, Anson finally let his weakness and fear vent out, Anson finally bravely faced his own insignificance and helplessness, Anson finally mustered the courage to call for help again, and Anson finally accepted his imperfections.

He took a deep breath, "More importantly, you are no longer alone."

This also meant that Anson no longer needed him.

So.

"Anson..." The corners of Jack's mouth completely turned up, and a bright smile bloomed amidst the misty tears.

"Even if you see me again in the future, pretend you didn't see me. Don't worry, I won't be sad or upset, you don't have to worry about me."

"If you occasionally... very, very occasionally, miss me, then look in the mirror."

"Because when I grow up, I will become you."

Anson's voice choked, trying to say something, but found that he couldn't make a sound, just nodding gently, nodding embarrassedly.

Jack left the bathtub, grabbed a towel to dry his hair and feet, and showed Anson a hearty smile, "Now, I'm ready to leave."

"Don't be so sad, I won't disappear, you know? I'm just becoming a part of you, and I'm no longer worried that no one will care about me."

"Goodbye, Jack..."

Jack stretched out his right hand, looking at Anson generously.

Anson hesitated slightly, and also stretched out his right hand, firmly holding Jack's right hand, "Goodbye, Anson."

A smile turned up on the corner of Jack's mouth, like a ray of dawn, tearing apart the endless dark night, descending from the sky, instantly illuminating the entire world.

Then, Jack turned around and ran away, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, Jack's figure could no longer be seen.

Anson was slightly stunned, looking straight ahead, the entire bathroom was just himself, looking at his appearance in the bathroom mirror, his whole body was wet, he had just finished taking a bath and made a mess of himself again, his eyes were full of tears, as if searching for a distant place in the mirror.