Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 147: You've Always Belonged to Me

Chapter 147: You’ve Always Belonged to Me

Translator: Sissy That Walk

The tennis player, Lin Hao, stood out as a young Asian athlete. In the sport of tennis, white players had dominated the game, until Lin Hao came under the spotlight five years ago.

His performance improved steadily; whether he lost or won, he was one to carry his bearing to the last minute. Lin Hao had been proving to the world, with his abilities, that he deserved his title as the No. 1 tennis player of Asia. Now he was aiming for the world championship and was viewed as one of the champion candidates with greatest potential.

Chen An used to love watching sports; he once played some tennis too. Only later his health did not allow him to stay on the tennis court for long, so he gradually lost the habit.

But now he again had a young and healthy body. Maybe he could ask Lu Feng to play tennis with him.

As he watched the game, Chen An gradually became aware of the fact that the man sitting next to him was not focused on the tennis court: Lu Feng had been secretly observing him; though in a subtle way, Chen An still sensed it.

It had been almost a week since he revealed his true identity. During this whole time, Lu Feng often appeared as if he was in a trance, sleepwalking.

“Do you know what you look like when you stare at me like this?” Chen An could understand what it must feel like for Lu Feng: if his brother Changle suddenly came back to life, he would also suspect himself to be delusional.

Chen An smiled and said: “like one besotted.”

Lu Feng’s frozen face melted and transformed into a sudden smile. Not because he found Chen An’s words funny, but because to see Chen An smile made him happy.

Chen An had declared several days back that Lu Feng should never say “I’m sorry” to him: what happened on the island happened in the past, and no amount of being sorry can help them face what was now before them.

What happened, happened. Chen An did not believe apologies were what they needed. Indeed those memories were filled with pain, but this dark time also made the stubborn Chen An realize things he could otherwise never have realized.

It was all well and good to talk about life lessons, but without going through them, one will never truly understand.

“An…” Lu Feng took up the man’s hands and held them in his own, his eyes as clear as the newly melt snow water in spring, “I feel like I’m in a dream.”

“A man’s soul transmigrated into another man’s body? It is hard to believe.”

Lu Feng tightened his grip on the man’s hands. His eyes went from Chen An and landed on the athletes playing in the court. He said in a hushed tone: “I believe it. The first time I saw you, I had this strong, familiar feeling. But I was afraid to face you, afraid that I might mistake a stranger for you.”

“I was also afraid, if I get my hopes up, when it came to naught, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

These revelations from Lu Feng made Chen An sentimental. Smiling, he said, “I raised you for ten years, but if you think about it, we never had an honest, heart-to-heart talk.”

Because of this, misunderstandings built up, a rift appeared and became larger. If only they had been honest with each other.

“Lu Feng, do you know why I took you in?” Chen An asked.

“Because as a boy, I looked like Changle.” Lu Feng always knew this.

“You did remind me of Changle when I first met you. Somehow you two felt very similar.” Chen An acknowledged his reason for taking Lu Feng in was because of Changle. He then added, however, “In the beginning, you were a substitute for Changle. Yet as you grew, it became clear to me you were not him.”