Looking at the woman's shy demeanor before him and feeling the woman's embrace behind him, Todd felt as if he were in a dream, and even his words became somewhat fragmented: "What... what exactly is going on...?"
Upon hearing this, Rachel leaned her head over Todd's shoulder, her full, luscious lips whispering in his ear, "Isn't this a tradition from another world?"
"A tradition from another world?" Todd snapped out of his daze. "I don't understand what you mean."
“At this point, are you still going to play dumb?” Rachel gently pinched Todd’s nape with her fingers. “I’ve seen all those treasures you’ve collected; they’re full of memory mirrors, all recording this kind of stuff…”
Todd was on the verge of tears: "Ratchet, I think you've misunderstood. Your thing isn't traditional at all..."
Hearing the two arguing behind her, Deirdre cautiously turned around and glanced back, only to find herself face to face with Todd. Startled, she quickly turned back away.
Todd stared at the woman in front of him: "Then how do you explain her situation?"
Rachel reached out and used her telekinesis to turn Deirdre, who was curled up on the edge of the bathtub, so that she was facing her. "Todd, she's a pitiful woman. Because of her psychic abilities, she's been seen as a cursed individual. Do you really think her father and her people considered her one of their own? They forbade her to use her abilities, completely denied her talents, and forced her to live in self-pity and guilt, defining herself as a superfluous existence."
Looking at the shy yet sorrowful face before her, Rachel calmly said to Todd, "Look at her, talking to the dead, summoning the souls of the deceased. Would anyone in this world accept such a woman as a partner? Perhaps only you can bring her happiness and peace... Or do you intend to let her wallow in self-pity and die alone?"
Todd shook his head slightly: "Ratchet, you may be right, but feelings should not be based on needs."
"So you were worried she was forced?" Rachel chuckled and said to Deirdre, "Go ahead, tell him."
Deirdre, her face flushed, shook her head frantically as she submerged herself in the water: "No one...forced me..."
Rachel gently bit Todd's earlobe, looking at his surprised expression so close to hers, and whispered, "My love, life is like the coming of night and the setting sun, cherish every minute and second of tonight..."
A splash of water rose from her arm, extinguishing the candles in the room and leaving only intertwined souls in the darkness.
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