Bai Zhiye's arms holding the book suddenly tightened, and her fingertips sank deeply into the pages due to the force.
Her breath suddenly stopped! When those gray-blue eyes swept over her emotionlessly from a few steps away, a huge, indescribable feeling of emptiness and sadness instantly overwhelmed her like an icy tide!
A blinding white light seemed to flash before my eyes, and in the white light, something bright red was disappearing... Was it a knot?
No, I can't see clearly! There is only a heart-wrenching pain of losing a treasure!
She could even "smell" a faint, rusty smell of blood! She staggered, and her face instantly lost its color, becoming even paler than the sunburned look just now.
Hua Jinyue sucked in a breath of cold air, and instantly let go of Ning Xiwan's hand as if she was scalded, and took a small step back in horror.
Her little face was pale and her big eyes were filled with incomprehensible fear.
That person's eyes... In that instant, she seemed to see pure, all-consuming darkness! Like the deepest, coldest abyss of the universe!
A fear of absolute annihilation, born from the instinct of life, made her feel cold all over and her teeth began to chatter.
Time seemed to be stretched infinitely.
The dark blue figure's pace did not change at all, and remained steady and calm.
He stepped onto the highest point of the bridge and passed by Ning Xiwan and the other three.
The distance was so close that I could feel the faint air current he created as he walked past, mixed with a strange, cold breath that seemed to come from the distant starry sky, and the faint, extremely clean soapberry fragrance on his body.
Just when he was about to pass by her, Ning Xi seemed to be driven by some powerful instinct, completely ignoring the severe pain in her heart and the inexplicable fear.
She turned around abruptly, her voice trembling with an urgency she herself hadn't noticed, and blurted out:
"Classmate! Please wait a moment!"
The figure stopped.
He turned slightly sideways, his movements graceful and precise, as if programmed.
The sunlight fell on his perfectly contoured profile, casting deep shadows beside his straight nose and tightly pursed thin lips.
The lenses of his silver-rimmed glasses reflected the harsh light, making it impossible to see the emotions deep in his eyes.
He looked at Ning Xiwan calmly and without any emotion, his gaze as if scanning a meaningless object, cold and without a trace of warmth.
"Is there something?" The voice sounded, like the collision of ice and jade, clear and pleasant, but with a sense of alienation that could freeze the air, clearly penetrating the hot air and the noisy cicadas.
Ning Xiwan's heart skipped a beat when she saw his overly calm and cold eyes, as if she was wrapped in invisible ice.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding of her heart and the inexplicable throbbing. She tried to make her voice sound more natural, with just the right amount of confusion and curiosity: "Sorry to bother you. Have we... met somewhere before?"
She pointed at herself, then gestured to Duan Shuce, Bai Zhiye, and Hua Jinyue, who all had different expressions on their faces. "I feel like... you look very familiar."
When she asked this question, her heart was beating wildly in her chest, as if she was expecting a distant miracle, but also as if she was dreading an answer that had already been predetermined.
Duan Shuce's breathing almost stopped.
His gaze was like the most precise probe, fixed on Ye Qingliu's face, trying to find even the slightest trace of "Ye Qingliu" beneath the frozen calm.
The Supervisor's power roared and collided deep in the sea of consciousness, trying to tear through the fog that obscured the truth, but it only brought back excruciating pain like a torn soul and a deeper feeling of dizziness.
Duan Shuce noticed the extremely subtle, almost imperceptible sluggishness in the boy's walking - it was not due to lack of physical strength, but some deeper, rule-level trauma that revealed a flaw under his perfect demeanor!
This detail, like a red-hot iron, burned deeply into the scars of his memory.
His clenched fists made a slight "cracking" sound from the knuckles due to excessive force.
Bai Zhiye's eyes followed Ye Qingliu's left hand, which hung at his side. The hand was long, slender, and cold white, with distinct joints, and a blank space at the wrist.
Her eyes were fixed on the smooth skin, almost greedily, and her heart seemed to be clenched and unclenched by an ice-cold hand.
The huge sense of loss and the indescribable pain as if a piece of her soul was missing made her almost unable to stand.
Why... why was it empty? What on earth was she expecting? Her eyes uncontrollably filled with soreness and moisture.
Hua Jinyue hid behind Ning Xiwan, clutching her skirt tightly, her face pale and her body trembling uncontrollably.
She didn't dare to look into Ye Qingliu's eyes again, and could only secretly glance at his delicate profile. Every heartbeat was accompanied by an overwhelming sense of fear.
He wasn't human... He wasn't... The thought screamed wildly in her mind.
Ye Qingliu's gaze swept across Ning Xiwan's anxious face very slowly.
It passed over Duan Shuce's jawline, which was tense to the point of being ferocious, swept across Bai Zhiye's eyes that were full of moisture but forced not to fall, and finally briefly passed over Hua Jinyue's little face that was full of fear.
That gaze held no inquiry, no wavering of recollection, only a bottomless, inorganic calm. It was like an observer's cold database scanning a few insignificant variables.
A brief, suffocating silence stretched across the hot bridge.
The chirping of cicadas, the sound of the river flowing in the distance, and even the sound of heartbeats were all infinitely amplified at this moment.
Finally, Ye Qingliu opened his thin lips and uttered two clear, cold, decisive words, like a final judgment:
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