She finally grabbed the hand and followed him into the dark and decayed front.
"What on earth is this place?"
Her voice echoed and spiraled in the darkness, and did not land for a long time.
He still didn't speak, only his breath with a faint smell of alcohol lingered not far in front of her.
The next moment, moonlight streamed through a small window far overhead, illuminating half of the stone platform at his feet. The platform was low, and upon it sat a dusty oil lamp. He walked toward it, staring at it for a long moment, then leaned forward, blew gently, and brought a lighter closer.
The dried and solidified grease melted under the scorching heat, eventually emitting a faint light.
She looked up and around following the light, and suddenly stopped.
Narrow and dilapidated stone steps spiral upward along the tower wall until they reach a small window with a half moon visible. The starry sky outside the window moves slowly, like another world far away and unreachable.
"I seem to have been here before..."
Yes, she must have been here.
Otherwise, why would she feel so familiar with everything here? But if she had really been here, how could she not remember when and where she had seen such a scene?
"Do you know why I want to meet Weixiang here?"
His voice suddenly sounded behind her, very close, so close that she dared not breathe or speak loudly.
"Isn't it because of Li Yuanyuan from the Zhejian Sect?"
"Of course she has her reasons. But ultimately, it's because of this place."
Vaguely, some deep-buried memories surged out of my mind.
She vaguely saw fragments of a boy of seven or eight, wearing ill-fitting clothes, whileing away his days and nights poring over volumes of obscure scriptures...
"Other people practice Buddhism in temples, but I practice Buddhism here."
Yes, she had been here in her dreams. She had also seen him in her dreams.
"I've had to learn to control my emotions since I was little. They never let me touch things like alcohol that could cause me to lose control. But even so, I'm still human, and there are times when I lose control... So they remembered this tower."
"So you brought me here because you were afraid you'd lose control after drinking?" Her heart was slightly in suspense, not knowing whether it was because of the words he was expressing at that moment, or because of the fate she had understood. "So, how do you feel now? Will you..."
"Not now, but it's hard to say what will happen in the future."
His voice died abruptly in the dark and damp air.
Then, a slender body pressed over and pressed her against the rough stone wall.
Time and space seemed to be distorted and blurred at this moment, and she fell into a strange situation. Her thoughts still belonged to her, but her body entered another frequency.
The aura on him was so cool, yet the temperature was so hot.
There shouldn't be such contradictory feelings in this world.
Hot and cold, distant and intimate, resisting and longing.
She recalled a time when she was working in Beizhi and had discovered a hot spring on Lonely Mountain during a night patrol. In the twelfth lunar month, when snow was still falling in Beizhi, she had immersed herself in the warm spring, breathing in the icy air while feeling enveloped in a lingering warmth.
She thought again of the vast sea of datura flowers outside the ancient tower. The swirling and blooming flowers were so beautiful, and the outstretched branches were so soft, yet they could drive out all other plants and occupy the entire land. If a living creature passed by, it would use its most warm fragrance to keep the other creature, even though what it could give was often just an illusion.
Now, she has this feeling.
The starry sky above her head gradually faded away. She could only hear his whispers, see the tip of his eyebrows, and feel his breathing.
Xiao Nanhui never thought that there would be such a day.
On this day, he was the only one left in her world.
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