Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...
There must be something wrong here!
Unable to bear the thin air any longer, Vili pushed aside the cover above his head and sat up, but just a second before he could escape, a pair of iron arms firmly gripped his waist.
His skin was deathly pale, but the vampire prince's power was undeniable. He pulled the boy back into his arms and held him tightly, burying his head in the boy's neck like a big cat, nuzzling him affectionately.
Her voice was slightly husky, yet incredibly sexy.
"Vili, where are you going?"
Yes, I've already told him my name...
Memories flooded back like a tide, and Vili, unable to bear it, covered his face, bit his lower lip, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.
Beauty can be deceiving... beauty can be deceiving!
Actually, it's not a big problem, is it?
He tried to comfort himself.
So what if she slept with her adoptive father...?
Father...
Well...
"………………"
How is he going to face Deville after this?!
Zephyr seemed to sense that something was wrong with him as well. His hazy eyes instantly cleared, and he frowned slightly. He firmly pressed down on Vili's shoulder and turned him to face him.
"How are you?"
Vili kept his face covered, but secretly peeked out from between his fingers and glanced at the person in front of him.
Compared to the oil painting, the two men's faces were actually quite similar, but their demeanor was worlds apart. No wonder that even though he had guessed the other man's princely status, he had never considered such a possibility.
Zephyr Thun has yet to experience the loss of his friends, the successive deaths of his companions, the solitary burden of his people's future, and the trial brought about by the cruel twist of fate...
He was merely a fleeting image in Scarlett's dream, a collection of fragments of her past memories and impressions.
He... is not real.
Willy's mental turmoil was finally untangled. Somewhat embarrassed, he avoided the man's gaze and lowered his hands from his face.
Zephyr's cold fingertips tried to touch Vili's lips, which had been ravaged by the boy himself and were now flushed and beautiful as if they had been powdered, making them even more eye-catching.
However, Vili instinctively dodged, and both of them were stunned. Zephyri hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"...Do you regret it?"
"I……"
The boy lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, yet he gripped Zefili's heart tightly, as if it had been scorched by the blazing sun.
Just a second before Willy could speak, he suddenly hugged him again, with such force that it felt like he wanted to knead him into his very bones.
"I gave you a chance."
He made what sounded like a strong declaration, but in Willy's unseen eyes, he clearly meant—
You can't abandon me.
"..."
Willy's lowered hand twitched, and the next second, he gently patted the man's shoulder.
"I have no regrets."
He said.
You're hurting me.
After Vili finished speaking, Zephyr immediately released him, but instead grabbed his hand, his eyes slightly lowered, looking at the boy pleadingly.
However, Vili still did not meet his gaze, turning his head away with his lips pursed, revealing only half of his face.
He decided to turn the tables and blame the victim.
“You didn’t tell me before… that you are Zephyr Thun.”
"If I had known your identity beforehand, I would never have... never..."
He finally turned his head, but his beautiful eyes were filled with tears, wetting his long eyelashes, which fell silently like beads from a broken string in the next instant.
This was the first time Zephyr had ever felt so helpless.
He wanted to wipe away the boy's tears, but he was worried that the boy would not agree, so for a moment his words became incoherent.
"It's all my fault, don't cry..."
Do you hate this name? Or do you hate this surname?
“I…I can change my name, or I can use your surname…”
Because of his words, Willy almost lost his composure.
...Who takes their son's surname?!
He subtly pinched his palm, trying to maintain his previous composure, and said in a low voice:
"Now that you've been invited here and know my name is Willy, don't you know who I am?"
Zephyr froze, a guess suddenly flashing through his mind, chilling him to the bone.
"Seven days... no, there are only six days left now."
"I will be the bride at the wedding in six days."
“Lei…” Even saying the name seemed difficult for him, he paused for a moment before continuing, “The husband you’re talking about, are you referring to Leisen?”
Vili nodded, his face pale to the point of being transparent.
"You two are friends, right?"
"And we've only known each other for a day. It shouldn't be because of me that you..."
"--It doesn't matter."
Zephyr abruptly interrupted him.
"He was in the wrong first."
It was him—who stopped loving you first.
Although Zephyr hadn't participated in their gossip yesterday, he had clearly heard Scarlett's instructions to the guards. At the time, it had only lightly brushed past his ears, but now it sounded exceptionally clear, like a sharp knife.
Just thinking about Leisen's disdainful tone made Zephyr want to be right in front of him and give him a good punch.
Why don't you cherish him?
What gives you the right to treat him like this?
Why... did you meet him first?
He suddenly moved closer to Vili and looked him straight in the eye.
Tell me... do you still love him?
Although he had asked the same question once in the garden, he did not hear a reply from Willy that day.
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