Chapter 4: A Chance Encounter at the Start of School "Isidore Lepperzer, this is me...
The sky in autumn is a deep blue, and the wind carries the scent of fallen leaves.
Weifeiya stood at the gate of the college and asked Neve and Gavin to go back to the mansion first, saying that she wanted to adapt to college life as soon as possible.
She took her luggage and looked around. She had arrived early this time, so there weren't many people around, and no one required her special attention. She looked up at the towering and steep Alsayin College.
Stellan stared at Vifiya's back thoughtfully. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He smiled brightly and ran towards Vifiya, stopping beside her. "Are you waiting for me, sister? We're really early today."
Vifiya glanced sideways when she heard that and said, "Let's go in." Then she walked towards the door.
Seeing this, Stellan followed behind Vifia, looking at her back quietly without saying a word.
Not many people were heading to the dormitory area; it was quite sparse at this time. Vifiya kept walking forward, knowing Stellan was behind her, something that had never happened in the past 16 times.
In the past, Stellan would suggest that they each go to the dormitory shortly after entering the gate.
Vifia didn't plan to go directly to the dormitory this time, and with Stellan following her, she couldn't do what she wanted.
Vifiya stopped and turned back: "Steran."
Stellan was startled, his eyes shining. He quickly walked to Vifiya and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, sister?"
Like a good sister, Weifeiya kindly reminded: "I remember your dormitory is in the south area, not this road."
Stellan's smile widened. "Sister actually remembered my dormitory area. I wanted to send you to the East District first." He paused. "But if Sister wants to leave on her own later, I certainly won't refuse her."
With these words, Bistlan took another step closer to Vifiya.
Vifiya did not step back, she continued to look at him as before, as if for them twins, they were the closest existence to each other.
In the past 16 lives, her brother Yiru had never been on good terms with her, but each of her deaths had nothing to do with him.
Even when she lived the most high-profile and crazy life, ignored Vifia's original character, and was eventually burned at the stake by the royal family on the grounds that an evil spirit possessed the body of the Marquis, she was sure that Stellan had discovered a lot of things, but Stellan never spoke.
Even when the royal family sent people to inquire, the most he could say was: "I don't know why my sister suddenly became like this."
That time, when she saw Stellan for the last time, there was nothing in Stellan's eyes. There was no hatred or fear towards her, a person from another world, nor was there any pretended sadness for the departure of his so-called sister. There was nothing. He just watched.
Stellan lowered his head and took Vifiya, who was half a head lower than him, into his eyes. He did not deliberately hide his teasing, and said softly and nonchalantly: "Sister, you can praise me more and call me by my name more often, just like you praised my eyes. I will be very happy."
After saying this, he quickly stepped back, waved to Vifiya, and went to the south area alone.
Vifiya looked at the direction where Stellan left in silence until Stellan disappeared from her sight, then she walked in another direction.
She needed to go to the garden to meet someone by chance. She had to fulfill a promise, which was why she left a reward with the Marquis.
After a while, a faint floral fragrance wafted in her face. Vifiya walked into the garden. The garden was exactly the same as she remembered, and was full of a flower called Luo Jinchun.
The deeper into the garden Vifiya walked, the more she felt something was wrong. There was no one in the garden.
In the past, someone would have been there at this time. Did she arrive too early this time? Or was there something else that changed that person's trajectory?
Vifiya glanced around and suddenly found that the area not far ahead was full of silver wind grass, and there was a person next to the silver wind grass. His green hair was particularly eye-catching among the silver flowers.
Vifiya felt her heart beating so fast that it gave her a headache.
There is no silver grass planted in the garden of Arsein School. Although the petals of silver grass are not fatal, constant touching of the limbs will cause paralysis. In severe cases, it can lead to coma or even inability to wake up, which is no different from death.
This kind of poisonous flower, no matter how strange the dean's temperament is, the royal family will not agree to plant this kind of flower.
Vifiya frowned slightly. She had never seen this green-haired person before.
Is there such a person in the academy? Such a rare hair color, if she saw it, she would never forget it.
Vifiya watched his movements quietly as he fiddled with the petals of the silver wind grass.
She looked puzzled. Didn't he know that Wind Silver Grass was poisonous? Wasn't it common knowledge that Wind Silver Grass was poisonous?
She tightened her grip on the luggage. This was the first time in Vifiya's life that she hesitated. If it was Vifiya, then "she" would not do anything. However, this was a stranger. Even if the person in front of her lost his life, it had nothing to do with Vifiya.
But Vifiya couldn't bear it, even though she had made up her mind and kept telling herself that this was not her original world, and that surviving in this world did not require too much enthusiasm.
Sometimes, even becoming an executioner is inevitable, and she has to adapt to the rules here.
Every time she woke up in the middle of the night, she would find that she could no longer see her old face. Will she slowly forget everything her family and hometown had taught her in her old world? Even if she could return home, would she still be herself?
Vephiya is not [Vifiya], Vephiya is becoming [Vifiya].
Vifiya doesn't want to be [Vifiya].
The heart was beating at an abnormal frequency, and the nerves in the solar plexus felt like they were being hammered.
Vifiya couldn't help but mutter: "I'm going crazy."
The legs that were originally filled with lead took the first step, and the second step became unusually light. Vifiya felt that the next few steps became light and airy.
She stood beside him, expressionless, "The Wind Silver Grass is poisonous."
The green-haired boy stopped suddenly when he heard the voice and looked at Vifia.
The silver eyes met hers, and Vifiya felt that there were tiny starlights immersed in those eyes.
She clearly saw that when the green-haired boy's eyes, which were originally a little cold, met hers, they became more serious.
Vifia was about to speak, but she saw the stars in the green-haired boy's eyes disappear, replaced by astonishment.
He suddenly turned around and felt his heart beating violently. He pretended to be calm and continued to fiddle with the petals of the silver wind grass.
Vifiya was speechless. What was this now? Was she meddling in other people's business? Her expression just now was inexplicable.
Her wrists ached from carrying the luggage, and her already aching head felt even heavier. She had come here to meet that person, but now, not only had she not seen him, but the only person she had met seemed a little off.
Weifeiya stared at his hand, and for some reason she felt an impulse. She reached out and grabbed his wrist, her tone tinged with impatience: "I said, the wind silver grass is poisonous."
The green-haired boy was not surprised by her sudden movement. Feeling the delicate warmth on his wrist, his numb fingers curled up slightly, as if to confirm something. His gaze swept from her eyes to her hand holding his, inch by inch, and finally stopped at her wrist.
Vifiya felt rude and let go of her hand and said subconsciously: "Sorry."
"You don't have to apologize to me." The green-haired boy said very seriously. The numbness in his fingers reminded him that this was reality.
"I know it's poisonous, and I won't do it again." He said it solemnly, as if he was making a promise to her.
Vifia didn't care about the unreasonable behavior of the green-haired boy. Her heart was beating fast, making it difficult for her to breathe, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.
The green-haired boy in front of him gradually became blurred, and the hands holding the luggage lost strength, and the luggage fell to the ground with a "clang".
She saw the young man reaching out his hand to her in panic, and the silver flowers behind him changed in a dizzying interweaving of light and shadow. The silver wind silver grass and the purple Luo Jinchun kept overlapping, and finally the silver was gone, and all she could see was purple.
Vifiya closed her eyes subconsciously, but the expected fall did not happen. Instead, a pair of hands supported her arms.
She opened her eyes slightly, and even though her head was still throbbing, she glanced slightly to the side.
What she saw was the familiar gray hair and brown eyes, the face she once knew well, and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.
Ah, found you, Arnold.
Even though she tried to cheer herself up, she couldn't hold on any longer and closed her eyes.
In her drowsiness, Vifiya seemed to hear the chirping of birds and the gurgling of water, and then fell into deathly silence.
The discomfort still filled her body, but it was as if there were a pair of warm and gentle hands gently soothing her pain.
Arnold took a deep breath. He should have sent the person to the medical room and left. He looked at the green-haired boy who was staring at Vifia's face without blinking.
He simply felt that the girl should not be left alone with the green-haired man. After all, when they were still in the garden, the green-haired boy had originally planned to send her directly to his dormitory. After several arguments, he finally sent her to the infirmary.
Arnold couldn't help but say, "Don't you think this is rude?"
Arnold was not a freshman at the academy. Although he was a commoner, he had heard rumors about a noble lady from some aristocratic students at the academy. Her golden hair shone like gold and her red eyes were as bright as gems. She was unforgettable at first sight. Anyone who had seen her could recognize her quickly.
The latest news is that this noble lady will study at Alsayin College this year.
Arnold could not deny that this noble lady was really eye-catching. When he saw her for the first time, he could immediately connect her with that name, Vifia Caseley.
He had heard a long time ago that the Kesley family paid attention to their family image, so he reminded the green-haired boy in front of him of his rudeness. Besides, even if she was not a noble lady, staring at a lady's face was itself a disrespectful behavior.
Seeing that the green-haired boy was indifferent, he was about to remind him again, but suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with someone for sword training this morning. Looking closely, he saw that the time was almost up.
Arnold looked at the green-haired boy and thought for a moment. After arriving at the infirmary, this man did nothing but stare at the noble lady, hoping that the lady would forgive his rudeness when she woke up.
He walked to the side of the green-haired boy and said, "I have something to do and need to leave. If you keep staring at this young lady like that, she might get angry when she wakes up."
Arnold couldn't see his expression, but he murmured softly, "Angry?"
I don't know what I thought of, but I looked away and muttered softly: "I won't make her angry again."
Arnold breathed a sigh of relief and spoke to the doctor before leaving the infirmary. Whether the two men in the infirmary knew each other or not, or what their past was, it had nothing to do with him. As a stranger, he had done enough.
In the quiet medical room, the green-haired boy couldn't help but glance at the sleeping Vifia a few times. Her sleeping appearance in front of him kept overlapping with his deep memories, and he felt panic and powerlessness. He kept checking the rise and fall of her breathing, and finally couldn't help but gently touch her face, and his heart finally settled.
He pressed his heart, which was beating strongly. Such vigorous vitality made him feel strange and happy.
He put down his hands and lowered his head. When he looked up again, he found that Vifiya had woken up.
His brows were tinged with joy, and his silver eyes were full of starlight: "You're awake."
Vifiya glanced sideways and saw his face. Her memory before she fainted slowly came back to her and she saw Arnold.
She looked around and didn't find the person she was looking for, and she felt disappointed.
She barely opened her mouth, wanting to ask him: "You..."
"I'm sorry, it's because of me that you fainted." The green-haired boy paused, a little cautious, "Are you angry?"
Although Weifeiya had doubts in her heart, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't say she was angry. After all, it was her who was meddling in other people's business. "No."
Hearing this, the green-haired boy relaxed a little, then spoke again with anticipation and trepidation: "Can I know your name?"
Vifiya stared at him for a few seconds before answering, "Vifiya Kesley."
The green-haired boy who got the answer lowered his head and murmured, "Vifiya Kesley."
Vifiya, who was observing him, saw him raise his head. His silver eyes were like melted snow, dotted with stars. He smiled and said, "Isidore Leppezer, that's my name."
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