Chapter 171 Her Thread, His Touch, a Complete World...
The blazing sunlight shone through the swaying waves, and the rustling sound of the waves blew into the dining hall of Samson Tower on the wind.
Vifia took the lunch offered to her by Clover, not missing the young maid's hesitation to speak.
She didn't care and continued to walk towards the corner.
The nameless green-haired boy ate the food on his wooden plate in silence as always.
The main meal at noon was barley porridge and chicken pie.
Vifiya gently tore the pie in her hand and placed half of it on his pie.
Mrs. Maggie didn't make things difficult for them last night. She let them go back and rest and come back to see her at noon tonight.
Vifia blew on the steaming barley porridge on the wooden spoon. She didn't expect that the red-haired girl would know that she wanted to leave St. Falgus Island. It seemed that something very important had happened in the time she didn't remember.
Last night, while washing the blood off her body, she discovered an unexpected small object hidden in her clothes.
After taking a mouthful of barley porridge, she concealed her doubts. Why couldn't she remember it?
Fortunately, there was Nerys and they could tell her what happened. The only gap was when she and the red-haired girl were in the cave.
She could only guess what might have happened. Even if it would have been convenient to ask the red-haired man directly, she didn't think he would tell her honestly.
Judging from his attitude last night, it's hard to say whether she has any grudge against him.
And the old priest...
Vifiya continued to scoop porridge.
What is the world's dust monument?
She felt vaguely familiar, but no matter what, if Nerys's retelling was correct and if the old priest was not lying, this would not be a good thing for her.
My past is becoming more and more confusing and is developing in a bad direction.
Apparently, her past wasn't all that great.
As for Nerys, she was described as having incredible power.
Vifiya, on the other hand, was not very willing to explore it. It was a good thing to have the power to survive the devil, but the problem was that she didn't know what kind of power it was or how to use it.
She even carefully observed her own blood last night when she was cleaning it up. It was not an external injury and she did not feel any pain inside.
Among all the speculations, the biggest possibility is the price to pay for using power, so she should not use it lightly.
She took a deep breath secretly, her plan would not change.
Vifiya raised her eyes and saw the boy opposite her eating obediently, just like every time she had seen him.
The calmness around him gradually soothed her impatience. Her eyes fell on the wound on the side of his neck.
There's a scab there.
Before the pie entered her mouth, Vifia said in a voice loud enough for him to hear, "Sorry."
The boy still didn't react in any particular way. He picked up the half pie she had placed on the wooden plate.
Vifiya concentrated on eating. No matter what, it was undeniable that she did want to use him.
She also didn't intend to retract her idea until she got the result she wanted.
She just wanted an answer, and as long as he gave it to her, they would each go back to their own lives.
The dining hall was quiet. Madam Maggie had kept the fact that Vifia and the others had left the tower last night a secret well hidden, and the children in the tower were just as normal as yesterday.
"Sa...lo...ha..."
Suddenly, a distant and ethereal low humming sounded in my mind.
Vifiya couldn't help but stop all her movements and subconsciously concentrate.
"Sa...lo...ha..."
It was clearer than the last time, and there was no need for a third time for Vifiya to be sure that it was not her hallucination.
Saloha? She couldn't help but repeat herself. What is this?
There was a sudden sharp pain in her head, and she couldn't help but frown and close her eyes. In the instant darkness brought by her eyelids, countless images swarmed into her mind, and finally, she saw a pair of eyes.
Before Vifiya could react, she instinctively opened her eyes.
In front of her was the familiar long dining table. The scene faded away and she could not remember it clearly. The only thing she remembered was the last scene: a pair of eyes, a pair of silver pupils.
Although it is not clear, I can remember it.
Whose eyes?
Vifiya was at least certain that it wasn't anyone from Sansongtari. After all, she had seen them all.
wrong.
She raised her head and stared at the boy's actions. Next, he should drink barley porridge.
Sure enough, the boy picked up the wooden spoon with his right hand.
Her gaze moved upwards and stopped at the boy's bangs. She had never seen his eyes.
That's not right either.
Vifiya couldn't help but refute herself. If she hadn't seen it before, how could it appear in her memory?
She had never seen the people of Sangsongta before, at least before she came to Sangsongta.
So what the boy's eyes looked like didn't seem to matter at the moment.
Really?
She doesn't remember the past.
Her gaze was fixed, but the boy opposite was not affected at all and continued to do what he was supposed to do.
In just a few breaths, Vifiya had made a decision.
She slowed her eating pace to the same pace as the boy.
The decision was not difficult to make, it was just a matter of confirmation. Although it would be rude, Vifiya thought it was much easier than asking him to speak.
Vifiya finished her meal slowly, and left the dining hall faster than the boy.
He would always take longer to finish his meal than other children, and because of his "unlucky" nature, the children in Samsonta would wait for him in the dining hall for a while before returning to the dormitory, which gave Vifiya an advantage.
She leaned against the blind spot of the stone staircase, and she remembered his footsteps.
She tapped her hands on the rough wall, counting silently.
Nerys had already returned to the dormitory, so she wouldn't be suspicious if she went back a little later.
As she was thinking this, she heard the footsteps she was waiting for, and no other sound followed.
With quick movements, she grabbed the boy's arm and entered the blind spot with him, blocking him against the wall.
She lowered her eyes, but the boy didn't react to her sudden action.
Before the other children in the cafeteria came out, she said, "Excuse me, I need to confirm something. Can I ask you some questions?"
She stared at the lower half of the boy's face that she could see. There was no change there, and he didn't make any move to leave. He stood quietly in front of Vifiya like a doll.
Looking at such a well-behaved boy, Vifiya still did not change her mind.
She didn't confirm his eyes, nor did she ask the answer she wanted most, but asked: "What are you doing outside the tower?"
There was no expression in the boy's eyes under his long bangs. He didn't want to speak because it was irrelevant and meaningless.
His eyes didn't even focus on the girl.
But somehow, he remembered the taste of her blood.
The same smell of rust as him, the same smell as others, but with a different mellowness.
Vines were entangled beneath the blood, and inside was a mottled, misty fog. Countless strange waves swept him away.
She seems very...
The boy tried hard to find something to describe it, but those things were too strange to him and he didn't know what to call them.
Unconsciously, the boy began to think about things he had never cared about for the first time.
"How did you get out of the tower?" Vifiya asked again in a low voice.
As she expected, he didn't answer.
Vifia's fingertips hanging at her side moved. She stared at his bangs and keenly heard the intermittent sounds of other children coming out of the cafeteria. She suddenly stood still.
She waited patiently for another brief period when no children would come out. She then spoke to the silent boy, "Excuse me."
She slowly extended her hand towards him, observing whether the boy would reject it. After all, giving something through the air and touching it were two different things.
She stopped half a finger away from him. The boy didn't dodge, and she couldn't guess what he was thinking.
Her movements became slower and slower, as if giving the boy a chance to dodge at any time.
Her fingertips touched his soft hair. Vifia paused briefly. The boy still didn't react. She gently lifted the long bangs that covered his eyes.
This was the first time Vifiya saw the boy's complete appearance.
She was stunned for a moment. Compared to his superior appearance, Vifiya was more concerned about his eyes.
Those eyes didn't look at her.
His silver pupils clearly seemed to contain a galaxy of stars, but the stars did not twinkle, and time seemed to have stopped in his eyes.
In Vifiya's still unclear memory, what she just saw were such a pair of eyes, exactly the same.
With just one glance, Vifiya clearly saw what he was missing, his true "difference".
But, that shouldn't be the case.
The eyes in her memory must have been seen before to have an impression. She opened her mouth and asked hesitantly, "Have you seen me?"
She couldn't say how long she waited for his answer; the only response she got was the faint sound of the wind through the stone wall.
Vifiya suddenly laughed at herself. In fact, she already knew the answer, didn't she?
She also knew that the boy would not answer.
Vifiya curled her fingers slightly, and the boy's hair rested lightly on her fingertips. She was about to withdraw her hand, but his pupils seemed to move, extremely slightly, and she stopped.
The boy slowly raised his eyes, his gaze focusing on the eyes that were looking at him.
The girl's dark eyes stared at him without blinking in her silver pupils.
Without the cover of hair, her appearance became clearer, including her silk threads.
The fine, thick white silk threads were intricately woven, crisscrossing and stretching endlessly, more complex than any other person he had ever seen.
Each thread was gradually dyed with a different color, as if it wanted to devour her.
She has her own line, which runs from top to bottom, spiraling and circling around her neck. All it takes is a gentle pull...
He smelled it.
The taste of blood.
Hers.
Her threads, her blood, are spreading and eroding.
An indescribable taste.
It was a smell he had never smelled before, a smell completely different from the world.
He wanted to smell it.
He stretched out his hand and gently clenched it in mid-air. It seemed as if something was dispersing, and the remaining smell leaked out through his fingers, leaving nothing behind.
The boy's face gradually became confused.
The silk thread belonging to her forked, slowly bent around her, floating without wind, and brushed against his fingertips.
He grabbed it at once.
This time, it didn't dissipate, he held it.
Same feeling and taste.
Her silk thread paused for a moment, as if testing something, and slowly wrapped around his palm and wrist.
He did not cut it, nor did he let the thread dissipate as he had done before.
The silk thread was tougher than any he had ever seen, but even so, he still protected it carefully.
A little white light appeared in the palm of his hand, forming a thin barrier around the silk thread.
He picked up the silk thread and sniffed it.
The surging waves rolled and swept, and then there was the soil after spring, the dawn of winter...
Everything that was blurry around him became clear: the wind on St. Fagus Island, the roar of the ocean in the distance, and her steady breathing in front of him.
His eyelashes trembled slightly. The boy didn't know what the smell was, he could only feel it, he saw it.
Something he had never noticed, something he was unaware of, he didn't know what it was called.
He didn't know that was something he was deprived of since birth.
That thing, the thing he couldn't understand, was called emotion.
At that moment, he saw the whole world.
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