"Jin En? Xu Jin En?"
She felt as if she were in a freezing lake, her chest filled with water, and her lungs felt like they were about to burst.
My mind gradually began to go blank, and a wisp of consciousness seemed to be traveling through a dark tunnel, facing the white mist, trying to leave this body.
At the end of the tunnel, a soft, warm light gently enveloped her.
Here, there is no desire, no thought, no hatred, no resentment, only boundless peace.
Passing through that white light, countless images flashed clearly before my eyes, the speed seemingly only a moment, like playing a movie, replaying a person's entire life in detail before my eyes.
But this life before her eyes doesn't seem to belong to her.
“Jin’en? You must support the Master, you absolutely must support the Master. I’ll give you my blood to drink. As long as you can live, I’ll do anything for you.”
The man's voice was low and dry, seemingly conveying a deep sense of despair.
It was an antique-style room with exceptionally clean mahogany floors, still faintly showing signs of recent wiping.
A girl dressed in Republican-era clothing lay on the ground, draped in a blood-red cloak. Her long, dark hair was hidden under the cloak's wide hood, revealing only half of her pale, bloodless face. Incongruous with her complexion were her bright red lips, like vibrant roses, blooming beautifully.
At this moment, she was being held tightly in a man's arms. The man was wearing a dark green military uniform. He was facing her from the side, and his face was obscured by the shadow of his military cap. It was vaguely visible that he was a young man with a tall and straight figure and broad shoulders. He wore his well-pressed military uniform with great care. Even though it was just a side profile, one could tell that he was a man with outstanding looks and an air of nobility.
He held the woman tightly in his arms, bright red blood dripping from his left elbow onto the floor, staining it with a large patch of blood.
In the candlelight, the dark red flames flickered on the white wall, casting a huge black shadow that enveloped the entire room in an eerie and sinister atmosphere.
She was very curious: was the pool of blood his or the girl he was holding?
Just as doubts began to form in his mind, the man picked up the girl in his arms and carried her sideways. His steps were a little weak, and he staggered forward, but quickly regained his balance.
He strode to the bedside, gently laid the girl down, and then deftly took off his military overcoat, revealing a white shirt stained with blood underneath.
With his back to her, he deftly tore off the blood-stained sleeve, revealing half of his arm.
When she saw the mangled arm, she gasped. A urge raged within her, a desperate desire to stop it. But her body seemed frozen in mid-air. Yes, she was floating in mid-air, or more precisely, in a corner of a wall.
Unable to move, she could only watch helplessly.
The man pulled out a dagger and, without hesitation, slashed his arm open, making his already bloody arm look even more grotesque and terrifying.
He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and picked up a palm-sized glass bottle from the bedside table. The bottle was light blue, carved with delicate patterns, and was exceptionally beautiful.
But at this moment, the man used it to hold his own blood.
After the bottle was half full of blood, the man used his intact arm to help the unconscious girl up and held the container of blood to her lips.
Blood slowly flowed down the delicate glass cup and into the girl's lips. Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from outside the window, causing the hood of the girl's blood-red cloak to fall off, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.
After the girl drank the blood, her complexion quickly regained its rosy hue. Her tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a red, blood-red light flashed from the depths of her eyes, cold and eerie.
Upon seeing that face, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine.
*
"Xu Changchong!"
Bai Qianmo felt herself being pulled back by an unknown force.
The consciousness was sucked into the tunnel, and when it opened its eyes again, it was already in a spacious room.
She quickly stood up, her eyes scanning her surroundings warily.
The window was half open, and the dark blue curtains were billowing in the cold wind, creating a wave-like effect. Outside the window was a dense forest that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The sky was turning a pale white, and the entire dense forest was shrouded in a hazy, gray mist.
Bai Qianmo gradually regained consciousness, but the memory that had just passed, seemingly dreamlike, remained clearly stored in her mind, refusing to fade away.
Why does Xu Jin'en's face look exactly like hers?
Why did she drink blood?
Who is that man?
Why did her heart ache so much when she saw the bloody gash on his arm?
Also, where is this place?
Why did she suddenly come to this place?
A sharp pain shot through my brain, and my temples throbbed wildly.
Bai Qianmo struggled to get out of bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. She had to leave this place as soon as possible.
But as soon as she took a step forward, her whole body, like an old, broken machine, could no longer support her weight.
She stumbled forward abruptly, and a dark figure swiftly appeared in front of her, pulling her into a broad embrace.
Bai Qianmo looked up in surprise, then her expression turned cold.
"It's you?"
The man in black didn't speak, but bent down and picked her up horizontally: "The effects of the medicine on your body haven't worn off yet, so it's not easy for you to walk."
Bai Qianmo stared intently at the eyes beneath the terrifying mask—eyes devoid of any emotion, an endless expanse of darkness.
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