Chapter 51【VIP】
At just one glance, Jian Yue felt something was wrong.
This is reality, and Sinderel's name cannot appear here.
Since he is not a real person, nor is he the real Cinderella, how could his name appear here?
And no matter how you look at it, that shoe looks exactly like the shoe she left in the rose garden.
Who is the creator?
These coincidences made her feel more and more strange. She hurried to read the introduction under the exhibit, but there was no useful information except the production process and materials of the crystal shoes.
How come there is not even a name of the creator or owner?
Jian Yue took two steps back dejectedly, looking around to find a staff member to ask about the exhibits.
She saw a staff member and walked up to him and asked, "Hello, may I ask..." The words stopped at her lips, her eyes fixed on the stall diagonally opposite - there was a wooden dagger on display there. The blade was old, and the inverted five-pointed star on the handle was a little blurred due to wear, but the angle and shape were still exactly the same as she remembered.
This is impossible.
Why did Sindrel's dagger appear here too? !
"Ma'am?" The staff member looked at Jian Yue, whose face was as pale as paper, with concern and asked kindly, "Do you need any help?"
Jian Yue calmed down. "No, no need. I just want to know who the owner or maker of this crystal slipper is, since it's not marked on the sign."
"Oh, I see. But actually I don't know either. It seems to be the organizer's private collection." The staff member replied with a smile.
Since it was the organizer's private collection, there was nothing she could do even if she wanted to ask about it.
But—she looked toward the stall.
She still has a chance.
She rushed over quickly and pressed her fingers on the glass display case, leaving a white mist.
The dagger was quietly displayed in the display case. Jian Yue hurriedly looked at the label underneath, but found that it was blank.
"Miss, please don't touch that. It's very valuable and not for sale."
A clear male voice sounded from behind her. Jian Yue turned around suddenly and met a pair of amber pupils.
He was an extremely handsome man, wearing a dark black suit. His long black hair was neatly braided and tied at the back, with a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead.
He stood in the shadows, only his jawline outlined by the light, a cold and hard contour. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, with the intimidating look of a cat sizing up its prey - handsome, but with a cold and distant feeling.
"Are you the owner?" Jian Yue's voice trembled as she pointed at the label in the display case. "Why is this blank? Whose dagger is this? And those crystal slippers over there, do you know how to contact them?"
She asked three questions in quick succession. The man followed her finger, a faint smile playing on his lips. "This is a private exhibit, and the owner requested that no information be labeled." He pulled out his phone and pulled up the exhibit records. "Both exhibits belong to the same owner. I offered one as an exhibit. And while this dagger is on my private stall, it's also not for sale. The owner didn't give me his name, so I can't share any of his personal information with you."
"I've met its owner." Jian Yue took a step forward, her voice a little hoarse. "This item and the crystal slipper have the same owner, right?"
The man's smile froze. He put away his phone and shook his head gently. "Sorry, the consignor's information is confidential." He leaned over to block her view and extended his hand to introduce other exhibits. "If you're interested in medieval weapons, there are other items here..."
"He carved the pattern on the hilt himself," Jian Yue interrupted him. "Besides, it doesn't belong to this era, nor to this world."
The man stopped moving. "Who are you?" He lowered his voice, the smile disappearing from his amber eyes. "The owner of this dagger said that a girl would recognize it."
"I am..." Jian Yue unconsciously touched the cross on her neck and paused, "My name is Jian Yue, and I also have another name, Opesha."
"Opesha?" The man chewed on the name meaningfully. "It seems that you are the one I'm waiting for."
"Can you tell me now who that person is and where he is?" She looked up and looked directly into the man's eyes.
"I'm sorry," the man closed his eyes, "this dagger was mailed anonymously. I don't know the true information of its owner."
The answer made Jian Yue feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She turned her head and looked at the dagger in a daze, muttering, "Is that so..."
The man's eyes fell on her profile. "Does this item mean a lot to you?"
Jian Yue smiled bitterly, "I should say that the previous owner meant a lot to me."
The tourists gradually dispersed, leaving only the two of them. The man remained silent, took the key from his pocket, and opened the display case.
"Although I cannot tell you about your master, I can show you this dagger." He put on his gloves and took out the dagger.
Jian Yue involuntarily reached out and touched the dagger - her fingertips trembled when she touched the inverted five-pointed star.
profound,
The mark on her heart was equally deep.
She took the dagger, touched it repeatedly, and measured it.
However, the knife had long since cooled down, and no matter how hot it was, it would be diluted by the passage of time.
This blade, which originally reaped other people's lives, had long since become a sharp blade to protect her, and would also cut the fabric for her clothes in daily life.
And what about her?
Turning words into knives, I stabbed them into his heart, just for myself.
She never asked what Anastasia and Dusula usually did, nor did she know what they liked.
The blond boy cautiously sought love, longing for her to tell him what love was, but she turned around and used him, pushing him into the abyss of pain.
She extinguished the burning candle in his heart with her own hands.
Jian Yue felt her eyes sore. She rubbed her eyes hard with her hands, but her right fingers felt a bulge on the handle of the knife.
She tilted the blade over and found a small circular crack at the end of the handle.
She knocked on the knife handle, and it made a hollow, muffled sound. Jian Yue rushed into the shop and banged it hard against the table, finally opening the gap at the end and revealing the groove inside.
Pull out the groove and inside, there is a yellowed piece of paper with rough edges.
Jian Yue froze.
The paper was right before her, and so was what she was looking for. But for some reason, she felt a surge of resistance when she saw the ink-soaked note.
She picked up the note with trembling hands and slowly unfolded it——
"I hate you."
"I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you".
What caught my eye was "I hate you" written on half a piece of paper.
Crowded.
Jian Yue felt hopeless, and the fingers holding the paper began to lose strength and turn white.
She didn't have the courage to read the second half of the page, but she forced herself to unfold the second half of the note.
The bottom half of the note was filled with her name.
It's not "Opesha", it's "YUE".
He didn't know how to write it, so he could only use Yue instead.
"YUE, I hate you."
"YUE, I really can't resist that feeling. That hatred torments me day and night."
"YUE, I want to kill you with my own hands."
…
"YUE, where are you?"
"YUE, I know it's not you, even though she's using your face."
"YUE, I think you're driving me crazy. Why can you give up on me so easily?"
"YUE, if you don't come back, I will kill Anastasia and Dusula, and then burn your shop and all your property."
"YUE, why haven't you come back yet?"
"YUE, I think I might really be crazy. I promised Kidd to become a god."
"YUE, if I become a god, can I come to you?"
"YUE, I still don't know how to spell your name."
"YUE, I searched through all the books in Furlan, but I couldn't find the country you are from."
"YUE, the secret language is turned off, and no one here seems to remember you."
"YUE, Amra can't remember you either. I frantically asked people around me, but they all looked puzzled and didn't know who you were."
"YUE, I found that my memory is also starting to become fuzzy."
"YUE, in order not to forget you, I will write your name under my arm every day."
"YUE, YUE, YUE..."
"YUE, I hate you."
"YUE, I miss you."
…
The last one was written in handwriting as sharp as a knife.
"YUE, I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to come back."
Click.
Tears fell on the back of her hand without her knowing when. She was afraid that her tears would soak the note, so she hurriedly wiped the tears from her face.
"Here." A tissue was handed to him by the male shop owner.
"Thank you..." Jian Yue took the tissue and wiped the tears from her face.
The man glanced at the note in her hand, twisted his teacup and took a sip: "It seems that this person is really important to you..."
"I feel ashamed of him."
"only?"
"..." Jian Yue was silent, "Only."
The man shook his head and put down the teacup in his hand. "Then I don't think it's necessary for you to know his whereabouts."
"Why?"
"If you just feel guilty, why not meet him in this life? It's better for everyone, and you won't reopen his wounds."
"but!"
"What but?" The man narrowed his eyes and sat on the chair with his legs crossed. "A self-righteous explanation will only cause deeper harm to that person. People are like this. If they don't get the answer they want, that's when they get hurt."
“…” Jian Yue was silent.
Every word the man said made sense, and she had no room to refute.
Yes, it's just her self-righteousness.
She owed Sinderel much more than just this.
How else to describe it?
like?
Is that vague feeling love?
She had no idea.
Time passed in silence. The announcement of the closing ceremony sounded, and the man stood up from his chair and took the dagger from Jian Yue's hand. "Since you don't need anything, please go back. I'm closing the stall."
"Please wait a moment!"
"What are you waiting for?" The man looked at her sharply. "I don't think you can figure anything out in such a short time."
Jian Yue was startled by the shock. "But, but..." But this was the only way to go back. Unwilling to give in, Jian Yue stared at the shopkeeper with wide, swollen eyes. "This person is very important to me! Even though I can't tell you right now, I don't want to give up any way to get to know him!"
The man listened to her slightly trembling voice and sighed softly, "You are really stubborn." After saying that, he took out a business card from his suit pocket and placed it on the table. "This is my business card. When you have thought it through, tear it up."
"Thank you!" Jian Yue hurriedly expressed her gratitude and picked up the business card.
The business card is very simple, with black text on a white background, and only the owner's name is written on it, without any contact information or any other unnecessary decorations.
"'Lu'?" Even his name was concise, consisting of only one word. "Is your last name Lu?"
"Yes." Mr. Lu smiled slightly, "Okay, miss, we are going to close the stall."
Jian Yue wanted to ask something else, but Lu didn't give her any more chances and turned around to close the stall.
There was no way, Jian Yue could only swallow her doubts and took out her cell phone to contact Li Shasha.
What is the connection between this Mr. Lu and Sinderel?
With a lot of questions in her head but no answers, Jian Yue stamped her feet in frustration. After agreeing on a meeting place with Li Shasha, she put her phone back in her pocket.
only--
She suddenly felt a chill in her pocket, as if there was something foreign inside.
When I took it out, it turned out to be the dagger.
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