The wind blew away the blood.
Dyed this quiet night red.
Sylvia tried to turn sideways, and despite the severe pain, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Char behind her.
"Why?"
She looked straight at the black-haired boy in front of her, the corners of her dry mouth moved slightly, and she murmured silently.
The whispered words turned into ancient spiritual words, and dark shadows flowed out.
Those beautiful dark purple eyes were filled with confusion and doubt.
Shocked and confused.
More than half a year ago.
...
...
Sylvia once thought about ending her life on that cold winter night.
It was this black-haired, black-eyed young man in front of her who rescued her from the freezing cold waters of the Grand Sea.
He told himself—
Whether a person is a sin or not does not come from her origin. Where she will eventually go depends solely on Sylvia's own choice.
It was he who gave himself the courage to live amidst the endless malice and darkness.
He also made a promise with himself that once he could completely control the monster deep in his heart, he would take himself to the end of the sea to see the vast mountains and rivers and the brilliant stars outside the royal capital.
…
All those thousands of memories flooded into my mind in an instant.
This half year was the happiest time Sylvia had ever experienced since her mother passed away.
In countless dark nights without stars, it was thanks to this memory that Sylvia was able to maintain her original intention and not waver in the face of the pain and temptation of the bronze cross.
She thought this kind of beauty would last forever.
She thought she could just grow old with her brother Xia.
One day, when both of them are too old to walk anymore and can only sit on a reclining chair in a small cottage in the mountains to bask in the sun, they can still look at each other and smile when they talk about their first encounter.
Plain, yet timeless and fresh.
But at this moment.
Those pictures, one after another, that were beautiful, sweet, or timeless, were shattered like a dream bubble.
Behind the countless collapsed fragments was a black-haired boy who was slowly retracting the bloody blade from his back.
This familiar figure made Sylvia feel at ease in the past, but now, it seems so cold and strange.
The weakness caused by the massive blood loss made her consciousness blurry and hazy. She staggered and fell to the ground.
But Sylvia still looked straight into Char's eyes, waiting for his answer.
She expected Char to give a reason, even if it was just a fabricated reason that could not stand up to scrutiny.
For example, someone may have secretly held something against Char and he was forced to do so, or he may have had his own reasons for doing so.
Or maybe at that moment, Char's mind was controlled by an illusion and he was manipulated by someone to send the blade into the back of his chest.
However, it was as if he could see through Sylvia's inner thoughts.
Xia sighed softly, his dark eyes still cold and indifferent.
"So, Sylvia."
"You are so silly and innocent. Your naivety makes me want to laugh."
"The ironclad facts are already in front of you, and you still want me to give you an explanation."
"Well—"
Xia paused for a moment, the guilt he felt growing in his heart.
Women are like this, once they give their true heart, the thing called love will wash away their rationality. Sylvia has no experience of communicating with outsiders since she was a child, and her emotional experience and emotional intelligence are almost zero.
So when she falls in love with me, she will give me almost everything she has, and will trust me blindly and believe any nonsense I say.
Even though Char had stabbed her in the back just now, she was sure that—
As long as he made up a few random reasons, Sylvia would definitely choose to forgive him unconditionally, and would even fill in the logical gaps in his reasons on her own.
Just like now, Sylvia neither resisted nor struggled, and there was no trace of anger of betrayal in her expression.
She just looked at Xia in confusion and blankness, and there was even a hint of pleading in her dark purple eyes.
It was like a kitten abandoned in the wild by its owner, running closely behind the driving car, hoping that its owner would change his mind, stop the car, pick it up and hold it in his arms.
But Char still hardened his heart.
Now he only does what he should do.
Both for Sylvia and for Char himself.
Therefore, at this moment, Char will not be burdened by emotions such as guilt.
"Since you are so persistent, I will give you an explanation."
Char looked down at the girl kneeling in the blood-red sea of flowers and spoke word by word.
"Sylvia, there is no love without reason in this world, and there is no hatred without reason."
"My parents died because of you. This is an unchangeable fact. There may be saints in this world who repay evil with kindness, but I am not one of them."
"I chose to save you when you jumped into the sea, just because of Lord Norton's mission instructions."
"You are more valuable to us alive than dead."
"That's all."
"So, what you said to me, the promise to take me to the other side of the Grand Sea..."
Before Sylvia could finish her soft murmur, she was ruthlessly interrupted by Char.
"Yes, I just perfunctorily delivered your lines in order to carry out the mission."
"Sylvia, you are even more stupid than I thought. You were bewitched by a few sweet words and let me control you."
"I really have to thank you for saving me a lot of trouble."
…
The indifferent words were like a sharp knife, cutting into Sylvia's heart.
The blade had no substance, but it was far more hurtful than the pain that had just pierced through the chest.
It turns out that they were all fake.
The words that gave me the motivation to live by the fire on that winter night...
Or even the promise to take me to see thousands of mountains and rivers.
Since she was born, Sylvia has been living in a tower without light.
Once, someone opened a window in the tower wall for her.
The sunlight poured through the windows to the bottom of the tower, making Sylvia, who had become accustomed to the darkness, yearn for light for the first time.
But now, that window is closed.
One after another, heavy iron shackles once again sealed the lightless tower, much harder and colder than before.
The last bit of obsession supporting Sylvia collapsed.
She could no longer hold on to her body and fell into the sea of night orchids that covered the entire mountain.
Consciousness gradually faded away and dissipated into the endless darkness, so deep that I didn't know where to go.
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