Chapter 178 He Sees His Own Emotions
The scattered moonlight sprinkled on the dark green bushes, not bringing enough light to illuminate the ground.
There was a faint smell of moisture in the air.
The boy knelt obediently on the side, waiting for the black-haired girl to wake up. She had been sleeping for the whole afternoon.
The eyes under the long bangs stared at her without blinking, and countless flying ants flew around above her.
The boy didn't move, his eyes never leaving her. A layer of transparent magic covered her entire body. Occasionally, a few flying ants flew down and touched his skin, making him itchy.
He didn't know why he followed her; he didn't understand.
The boy's eyes were blank. The only thing he was sure of was that he wanted to do this.
The silk threads on her body were flying, scratching his fingertips, causing a stinging sensation, and tiny beads of blood seeping out of his skin.
He didn't pay any attention to his own wound, and his silver eyes moved to her neck.
Her neck, her lines, seemed closer to her.
The closer he got to her, the more clearly he could smell her blood, blood absorbed by countless silk threads.
He bent down and approached the girl, sniffing her neck curiously. In addition to the girl's own fragrance, he also smelled a bitter taste.
The bitter tide, not as salty as the sea, surged into every bone of his body and pierced the place called his heart.
What's this?
The boy covered his heart uncomfortably. He had been able to accurately name a certain feeling before, so why couldn't he do it this time?
Is her bitterness due to the silk thread?
If the thread breaks, she won't feel bitter anymore, right?
He slowly straightened his back, grabbed the silk thread around her neck with both hands, and was about to pull it forward. The silk thread pricked his hand and his palm hurt.
He paused, his eyes falling on the back of the girl's neck, which he couldn't see. Would the thread there prick her?
Not knowing the answer, he changed direction.
The silk thread was tough and no matter how hard he tried, even with the help of force, it would not budge at all.
The silk thread pierced his palm, causing waves of pain. There was only her blood on her silk thread, and his blood could not soak into her thread.
Bright red dripped down her neck, and the boy instantly withdrew his hand. He wanted to wipe it clean, but his hands were covered in blood. He didn't know what to do for a moment and could only look at the girl blankly.
Her eyes were darker than the night.
The now-open eyes glanced at him, and the boy held his breath, blood flowing from his hands.
When she woke up, she saw that it was already dark and her nose was full of the smell of blood. Vifiya sat up suddenly.
Without taking the time to look around, she grabbed his wrists and asked, "How are you hurt?"
The boy didn't answer, and Vifia was used to it.
She broke off the small packet Clover gave her, wondering if there was medicine inside.
She fumbled in the small bag for a long time, then stopped and picked up something inside, which was a dagger.
She stuffed it back in and finally found a bottle of herbs in the corner of the bag.
It smelled the same as the herbs Clover had taken out when her hand was injured.
She found a clean cloth and, in the scattered moonlight, carefully treated the boy.
When she was halfway through bandaging, Vifiya suddenly realized something. She glanced at his chest, but there was no movement.
She frowned strangely, looked up at the boy and said, "Breathe."
He didn't respond.
Vifiya could only put her hands on her chest and take deep breaths: "Like this, up and down."
She didn't have to wait long as the boy's chest began to rise and fall while she continued tending to his injuries.
After the final knot was tied, Vifia looked around. She could smell the dampness and the trees were shorter than those on St. Fagus Island.
The trees were not tall, but they were dense, and she couldn't see the moon. It seemed that she had slept for a long time.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked, remembering that Nerys had tried to wake her up before and was hurt by her.
Forget it, let’s not call her.
She grasped the cloth straps hanging from her body and looked around again.
"Why is it congested?"
A strange voice of confusion sounded from the side. Vifiya paused and looked to the side in surprise.
She stared at the boy, and he fell silent.
Did she hear it wrong? But the surroundings were silent, and the voice just now should be his.
She asked tentatively, "What? Traffic jam?"
Under his long bangs, the boy's mouth moved: "What is that...?"
Vifiya stood up and took several steps back, staring at the boy. What was going on? Why was he suddenly willing to speak?
The boy couldn't help but blink. He didn't quite understand her actions. It was just that his heart was already blocked because of her bitter taste, and now it seemed even more blocked.
Why is the traffic getting worse? The boy didn’t understand.
Weifeiya realized it later and was surprised at her overreaction. She scratched her head and asked, "What's the connection?"
She took a few steps forward and looked down at the boy.
The boy raised his head, a gust of wind blew past, and his silver pupils stared at her.
His eyes were puzzled, and he said some of the names he knew: "Uneasy, nervous, what is it?"
Vifiya did not speak immediately. She stared into his eyes. Although there was no light in them, they seemed to be glowing.
Vifiya's thoughts wandered uncontrollably. What kind of material would it feel like to touch?
She couldn't help but close her eyes when she realized what she was thinking. What was she thinking? Was she trying to poke his eyes out?
No, she opened her eyes and it was different.
She bent down and looked into his eyes again. There was an obvious difference compared to the blind spot of the stone stairs at Samson Tower.
In those pupils that were originally as frozen as glaciers, she saw... desire?
She frowned slightly. He? Has feelings?
Can a person’s change, a person’s “difference”, be so easy to change?
What was he longing for? An answer?
"Emotions," she said, giving what she considered an appropriate response.
The boy blinked slowly, his eyes never leaving her.
His eyes were so deceptive, as if she were surrounded by endless starlight.
The boy pinched the hem of her skirt and said, "Bitterness, is that also your emotion?"
Vifiya was stunned for a moment.
Without waiting for her answer, he asked again: "What should I do so that you won't feel bitter?"
He wanted her bitterness to disappear. He couldn't explain why, he just wanted her bitterness to disappear.
Bitter? Vifiya didn't expect him to ask such a surprising question. His question seemed a bit abrupt to her.
She doesn’t feel how miserable she is now. Her memory hasn’t recovered yet, so how miserable can she be?
Just from Samson Tower's memory, apart from the many rules in the tower, Maggie and Clover were not bad to the children.
She didn't answer his question and brought up something else: "Let's find a safer place to spend the night."
It's not a big deal for them to stay where they are now.
The moonlight was blocked by the bushes, but fortunately I could still see the surrounding scenery.
While keeping a vigilant eye on her surroundings, Vifiya followed the map indicated on the necklace.
She held the dagger that Clover had placed in her bag tightly in her hand and tried to make her steps as light as possible. The woods were dense and the things further away could not be seen clearly even with the moonlight.
She took the boy for a walk, and fortunately they didn't encounter any wild beasts along the way. They stopped in front of a cave.
Vifiya looked inside and saw that it was pitch black. She licked her lips and thought, there shouldn't be anything else inside, right?
Thinking of this, she picked up a stone and threw it in carefully. The sound of the stone was solid and soon stopped. There was no sound of any living creature inside.
The cave was not deep, which was good news for Vifiya and the others who needed to find a cave entrance to rest temporarily. At least they could be sure that it was temporarily safe inside. A deep cave might be the lair of some large wild beast. As long as they could hold on until sunrise tomorrow morning, it would be fine.
"Can you glow?" she asked, tilting her head.
The boy stretched out his hands, and white light gathered in his palms.
Visibility? Vifia glanced at the area where the light could illuminate, about half a meter. She touched her chin and asked, "Can it be brighter?"
The dazzling white light shone violently, and Vifiya hurriedly closed her eyes and covered his hand. The moment her hand touched the magic power, the light disappeared.
Vifiya opened her eyes and waited until she adjusted to the dimness and could see the boy clearly again. She reluctantly put down her hand and made sure nothing appeared around her because of the light. She said, "It's probably good enough if you can see five of me clearly."
The boy's palm obediently emitted light again, illuminating an area of five Vifiyas, without any error.
He looked at Vifiya, and as if sensing his expectations, Vifiya praised him, "Well done."
The boy lowered his head. Vifiya couldn't tell whether he was shy or what. She just felt curious for a moment.
Why? Why did someone who could easily see "difference" before, his "difference" change so easily? What happened to him?
Vifiya walked into the cave while thinking, and the boy followed her, lighting the way for her.
"Do you want to cut your hair?" Vifiya, who had found a suitable place to sit down, suddenly suggested to the boy opposite.
She admitted that she did it to get a better look at him, what had caused the change in him?
The boy held the magical light in his palm, lowered his head slightly, and did not answer.
Vifiya took out a dagger and took a few steps to his side: "If you refuse, just shake your head."
He didn't move.
The girl lowered her eyes and drew the dagger from its sheath: "Look up."
The boy raised his head obediently. Vifiya gestured a few times, but nothing seemed right. She sat down. The boy's head didn't move with her. She said, "Look at me."
The boy looked her in the eye, and she spoke again: "Close your eyes."
Vifiya couldn't see his eyes under his bangs and just assumed he had done as she was told.
The sharp dagger carefully cut his bangs, and a few strands of hair stuck to his face, which Vifiya gently brushed away with her fingertips.
The boy didn't move. After closing his eyes, his other senses became extremely sharp. Every time she touched him, some part of him became filled, not just his heart. This time he knew what it was. She had answered him that it was emotion.
Vifiya only planned to trim his bangs to expose his eyes.
After making sure his face was clean, Vifiya retracted the dagger: "Okay, open your eyes."
The boy opened his eyes and saw a pair of dark pupils, bright and clear, and he saw himself in them.
"How is it? Do you feel comfortable?" The girl tilted her head and smiled.
He unconsciously wanted to touch it, and his hand was filled with the light she had instructed him to want, but he did not move.
Weifeiya stood up and walked towards the direction where she was sitting: "You rest first, I'll keep an eye on it."
Anyway, she just woke up not long ago and is in good spirits now.
"You sleep." The boy replied awkwardly. He was not used to opposing her.
Vifiya turned around and saw caution in the boy's eyes, and the emotions in them were completely different from the ones she had seen for the first time before.
She pointed at his hand and said, "It's okay if it goes out. I'm here. Go to sleep."
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