Chapter 42
The afterglow of the setting sun was simulated by the dome of City D into a morbid dimness, which sprinkled on Lin Yao's way home.
He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, bright red roses with crystal water droplets on the petals, which looked particularly dazzling in the dim light.
This bouquet of flowers is worth fifty credit points. And its cost, in Lin Yao's clear perception, will not exceed five.
The little boy standing in the middle of the road with red and swollen eyes and a crying voice, using the lines "my mother is sick", "my sister is young", and "the last bouquet of flowers", has successfully moved no less than twenty passers-by.
What a brilliant acting skill, what an efficient deception. Lin Yao originally admired it, even with a hint of approval from his peers.
But when he became the twenty-first, Lin Yao sneered and changed his words in his mind.
Only a fool would buy it.
He was thinking indifferently at the time, without stopping.
"Sir, buy a bouquet! Give it to your lover. He will definitely be very happy when he receives it!"
The little boy persevered, his voice full of "expectation".
spouse?
Lu Cheng?
Lin Yao paused.
Then I thought to myself: If I want to make him happy, why do I need flowers?
He only needs a perfect look, a gentle word, or even a subtle expression to make the S-class mutant whose memory he has tampered with and who is deeply in love with him happy like a child who has received candy, and willingly give up everything.
There was really no need to waste credits on this bundle of meaningless props that cost nine times the price, just to watch a performance that was already familiar to me, called a surprise and touching performance.
He took a step forward to leave.
but……
A thought quietly slipped into my mind.
Words, expressions, eyes... plus this bouquet of flowers that represents the concrete feeling?
Would Lu Cheng's emotional reaction double? Would it become more... colorful? Would that ecstatic expression become more vivid? Would that cherishing gaze become more blazing? Would the force of that embrace become even more uncontrollable?
The library needs updating.
A richer, more intense sample is needed.
Lin Yao calmly gave an explanation in his mind.
So, he turned around happily, with even a hint of gentle and just the right amount of "pity" on his face, paid the money, and took the bouquet of beautiful but cheap roses.
As Lin Yao walked towards the sweet little house he called "home" with flowers in his hands, his mind was already working at high speed.
Simulate the possible reaction of landing Cheng.
The surprise when I opened the door, the stunned look when I saw him holding flowers, and then the huge, undisguised ecstasy, I rushed up to hug him tightly, buried my face in his neck, smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and spoke incoherent sweet words.
And he only needs to lower his head slightly, reveal a shy and happy smile, and whisper: "I saw you when I passed by, and I think you suit me very well."
Or, to put it more bluntly: "I want to make you happy."
Perfect script.
He even rehearsed the arc of that smile several times in his mind.
Walking downstairs, the cozy, mid-level apartment with a small balcony was completely dark. The heavy blackout curtains were drawn tightly, preventing any light from filtering through.
Lin Yao raised his eyebrows slightly. Resting so early? Or... in a bad mood? He took out his key and opened the door.
No matter what troubles Lu Cheng encountered, he was confident that this bouquet of flowers and the "love" he had carefully prepared could instantly dispel them. He had absolute confidence in the efficacy of his "curative effect."
"Click." The door lock made a slight sound.
He pushed open the heavy door and flipped the porch switch.
Snap——
The soft warm light instantly dispelled the darkness in the entrance hall.
The scene of the living room came into view.
Lu Cheng sat on the soft fabric sofa in the middle of the living room with his back to the door.
He lowered his head, his shoulders slumped slightly, his hands hanging limply at his sides, and his whole body was shrouded in a dead, heavy atmosphere.
The room was eerily quiet, with only the faint background noise of the city coming from outside the window.
The atmosphere... is indeed a bit solemn.
But it doesn’t matter. Lin Yao even subconsciously raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
The lower the mood, the greater the joy when you rebound, and the more valuable the material.
He changed into indoor slippers and walked briskly towards the living room, deliberately making a slight sound with the soles of his shoes on the floor to remind the other party of his return.
He was holding the bouquet of beautiful roses, and his face had changed to a perfect expression with a hint of worry and tenderness.
"Acheng? Why don't you turn on the light? Sitting here..."
He walked to the side of the sofa, his voice soft and filled with just the right amount of concern. He leaned forward slightly, ready to reach out and take Lu Cheng's hand on his lap, as he had done countless times before, and then hand over the bouquet of flowers that carried his "heartfelt" love.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the cold back of Lu Cheng's hand...
Bang!
A huge, merciless force suddenly hit!
Lu Cheng swung his arm violently as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake.
Lin Yao was completely unprepared. He only felt a huge force hitting his wrist. He felt a sharp pain and his fingers lost strength in an instant.
Snap!
The bouquet of roses that was carefully selected for the "experimental purpose" flew out of his hand, drew a dazzling arc in the air, and slammed heavily on the cold, hard floor!
The delicate petals scattered and shattered like torn butterfly wings at the moment of impact! The bright red petals scattered to the ground, like spilled blood, shocking under the soft light.
Lin Yao stumbled back two steps under the immense force before he could regain his balance. A searing pain shot through his wrist, and he stared down at his instantly swollen wrist in disbelief. Then he suddenly looked up at Lu Cheng, who was still sitting on the sofa, arms waving.
Lu Cheng finally raised his head.
At this moment, there was no surprise, emotion, or even anger on that handsome face that Lin Yao had anticipated.
There was only a dead silence and emptiness, and a kind of despair that penetrated deep into the bones and was completely crushed.
His eyes were red and bloodshot, like a trapped beast on the verge of death. In them surged pain that Lin Yao had never seen before, enough to burn everything, the overwhelming anger of being fooled, and a cold, bone-chilling... hatred.
He stared at Lin Yao intently, his eyes like two poisoned ice spikes, ready to pierce Lin Yao's soul to the pillar of shame. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, only a few broken, bloody syllables came out from the depths of his throat:
"memory……"
"You...touch...my...memories?!"
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