Chapter 47
The aircraft rose steadily into the dome-covered night sky of City D, leaving behind the cage below, a crisscross of neon and darkness.
The autopilot system emitted a low hum, and the lights in the cabin were bright and soft, but they could not dispel the heavy atmosphere between the two people.
Lin Yao and Lu Cheng sat on the small cabin sofa, their bodies so close that they could feel each other's body temperature, a mixture of blood, medicine and each other's unique scent.
However, this physical proximity only made the silence seem more abrupt and suffocating. Time seemed to be stretched and solidified in the silent flow.
I wonder how much time passed, a few minutes, or even dozens of minutes? Lu Cheng's low, hoarse voice broke the frightening silence. He stared straight at the cold bulkhead in front of him, not looking at the people around him.
"Have you used your special ability to find out why I came here?"
Lin Yao turned his head, his silver hair falling on his shoulders, his blue eyes calmly reflecting Lu Cheng's tense profile.
He answered without hesitation or hesitation: "Unless their lives are threatened, I'm usually not interested in exploring other people's memories."
This is the truth.
The cold memory of the orphanage at the age of three is like a brand engraved deep in the soul.
Having just awakened a faint branch of soul manipulation—mind reading—the naive child thought it was a bridge to share secrets. He smiled and expressed the caregiver's innermost complaints, pointing out his playmate's ulterior motive for hiding candy... but in return, he was met with horrified looks, deliberate distance, and whispers of a madman and a monster.
From then on he understood that the naked truth would only bring rejection and hurt.
Later, even though he could easily catch those surging thoughts, he chose to remain silent.
Later, he completely lost interest. Because peeling off the strange and bizarre appearances, the surging desires within were so identical and boring—power, money, lust, territory…endless grabbing and calculation.
It's boring.
If he had not just crossed over, his strength had plummeted to the bottom, and he had been seriously injured and on the verge of death, he would never have done something that seemed foolish to him - implanting false anchors and hints in Lu Cheng's spiritual world to guide him to weave a lingering and sad script.
That was a stopgap measure when one lacked strength, and a foolish thing to do out of necessity.
Lu Cheng let out a short, cold laugh, which was filled with self-mockery and sharp sarcasm. "No interest? I thought you were enjoying it."
He was referring to the grand deception that Lin Yao had carefully woven on him. Every look, every touch, and every love word were like a precisely controlled puppet show, and Lu Cheng was the foolish spectator who was immersed in it and lost himself in it.
Lin Yao's blue eyes turned slightly, and his gaze fell on Lu Cheng's clenched fist, which still had scratches left by excessive force in the ruins park.
His voice remained steady, even with a hint of inquiry, yet it precisely pierced Lu Cheng's most painful wound: "I do enjoy exploring other people's outward reactions when their emotions are volatile. That's very interesting. Do you need me to provide you with an introduction?"
It was as if he was inviting Lu Cheng to relive the entire process of being fooled, betrayed, and made a fool of.
Lu Cheng's expression instantly froze, like a frozen volcano. His eyes, which had just been churning with complex emotions, were now filled with a chilling coldness and a humiliation that threatened to overflow.
Lin Yao was indeed providing an introduction. He was using the invisible knife of words to peel him open again, pushing his embarrassing moments of being fooled and manipulated into the spotlight, as if he was still the clown who was there to be amused.
A great sense of absurdity and self-loathing seized him.
Why on earth had he followed? To personally hand the culprit more material for him to savor? To make himself appear even more foolish and ridiculous in his eyes?
The cabin fell into a dead silence once again, heavier and colder than before. The hum of the engine became the only background sound.
Lu Cheng's gaze uncontrollably fell back on Lin Yao. The "Lin Yao" who had once nestled in his arms, eyes wet like a frightened deer, as if she couldn't breathe without him, had completely vanished.
The person in front of me still had silver hair and a face that still had a breathtaking, almost fragile beauty, especially at this moment, the pale face and unhealed scars added a bit of fragility.
But that fragility now seems like a layer of carefully painted glaze covering the cold and hard porcelain.
The temperament has completely changed.
He leaned lazily on the sofa, eyes closed, and seemed harmless.
But Lu Cheng knew this was just an illusion. It was more like a tiger that had temporarily retracted its claws and was taking a nap under a tree.
The alienation, sense of control and absolute rationality that emanates from his bones cannot be completely concealed by any disguise.
It was this extremely deceptive "harmless" appearance that made him step into the trap without any preparation, and was bitten by the hidden, deadly fangs, leaving him covered with wounds, and his soul seemed to be torn into a huge crack.
He turned his gaze away and looked at the clouds flying past outside the porthole. They were dyed into a hazy halo by the energy of the dome. His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and all the surging questions, pain and unwillingness were once again suppressed deep in his heart.
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