Chapter Twenty-One: Depravity
The overlapping, fleeting figures finally disappeared.
It was indeed a hallucination born of despair. In this hallucination, Heng helped him recall everything!
I finally remembered... everything from before...
"ring--"
When Heng burst through the door, he was stunned by what he saw—
Huan turned his head blankly, realizing that the real Heng had indeed arrived—while he was thinking of him with his last vestiges of consciousness.
But he would rather he never find himself, even if he were to be abused here for the rest of his life... than let Heng see him like this.
The sight of the ring made Heng's blood boil, as if he were about to explode.
Before Feru and his men could even figure out what was happening, they were reduced to a bloody mess... Blood and bits of flesh splattered everywhere in the room, turning it into a true hell in an instant.
Something wet fell onto Tamaki, who struggled to reach out and remove it—it was Feru's mouth, which seemed to be wide open even in its dying moments…
Huanmu threw it to the ground with a thud, and put the bloody hand back in its place. The body was covered in bruises, and the dirty liquid on it was mixed with blood... The wound on the thigh had long since scabbed over and he could not feel it... On the contrary, the bloody hand on such a body did not stand out at all.
Huan's numb expression remained unchanged.
“Huan…” Heng squatted down beside him and gently rocked him.
I wanted to ask him if he was alright, but I swallowed the question back.
The empty room fell into a deathly silence, the sound of blood dripping from the wall clear and distinct.
For the first time... Heng didn't know what to do.
Huan's empty gaze seemed to devour even his soul, and for the first time, Heng was afraid.
"Don't touch me, I'm dirty." Huan's lips moved, her hoarse voice almost inaudible.
"Don't touch me, I'm dirty."
He repeated, struggling to push Heng with all his might.
His body couldn't push Heng away, but Heng was "pushed" away... by the ring... rejecting him...
His ring rejects him!
Heng stood within his permitted area, looking at him helplessly, his heart pounding violently as if it were about to shatter...
He will grind Morgan Stanley to dust!
"king--"
Peso rushed in at both the most opportune and the most inopportune time.
The title had changed from "Lord Huan" to "King," which naturally meant that he had already realized what was going to happen here on his way here.
Peso picked up Huan, and this time Huan did not refuse, perhaps because she was too weak to refuse anymore. She slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Heng turned around and walked outside first.
“No need to go. There’s no one at Noah’s headquarters right now.” Bisso had anticipated his intentions.
Otherwise, how could Peso, with his skills, have managed to sneak in here?
Sure enough, those words stopped Heng in his tracks.
"Moyin!" Heng clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.
...
No matter how hard the dim lighting tried to create an ambiguous atmosphere, it couldn't improve Heng's mood in the slightest.
Huan was still fast asleep next door, but he didn't even have the courage to step into his room.
Even without Oni-hime by his side, he could still restore Tamaki's health with his power.
But what about the heart?
He offered his unwavering vow of love, for no matter what happened, nothing was more important to him than Huan. As long as Huan could stay safely by his side, he would care about nothing else.
But the ring—
Huan doesn't think that way.
He feared that gaze—empty, numb… utterly devoid of anything…
That was the message that he no longer needed anything—including his love.
That was his determination to completely close his heart and isolate himself from it.
The moment Heng saw that look in his eyes, he felt his soul slowly leaving his body, leaving him feeling like an empty shell. Without the ring… what was left of him?
It was all his fault. If he hadn't recklessly abandoned Mo Yin for love, he wouldn't have been driven to such a frenzied revenge... If he hadn't felt guilty towards Mo Yin and had always shown her mercy, she wouldn't have had the chance to be so ruthless towards Huan... If he hadn't selfishly believed that Huan's soul was the most beautiful, if he had only sealed Huan's power, then Huan wouldn't have ended up powerless and at the mercy of others...
It's all because of him... If Huan hadn't met him... If he hadn't fallen in love with Huan...
...
They are separated by only one wall.
Huan stared blankly at the ceiling.
My body recovered so quickly. I wish even my memories could return to what they were before that day.
Unfortunately, he still vividly remembered what this lewd body had done not long ago—
Those filthy hands wantonly played with his body...
Scene after scene...it lingers...
Is Heng... asleep?
That nightmare in purgatory tainted his body. Wasn't he resigned to death? How could he be so shameless as to be rescued... and by Heng no less.
He couldn't bear to part with Heng... No matter what, he couldn't let go of his affection for him...
However, because of this, he should never see Heng again.
This is the worst possible outcome—that Heng will witness that sordid scene.
Having regained his memories, Heng sacrificed almost everything for him, remaining unmoved even in the face of divine punishment that threatened to cost him his life. To preserve his soul, he slept in an ice cave for decades... and all he could repay him with was such a sordid ending.
He can never touch this body again; it would be an insult to his lover.
He couldn't even face him anymore.
Heng—
Heng...
He called out his name in his heart, the last name he remembered deep in his soul, and now, let his life disappear along with that name.
He put on his pajamas, got out of bed, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and picked up the scraper from the countertop...
The person in the mirror still looked flawless, even the shameful scars had been completely healed... but unfortunately, his heart could never return to what it once was.
The blade reflected a sharp gleam under the light.
The ring let the light target its throat...
Heng—
I love you……
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