Chapter 52【VIP】
Jian Yue stared at the dagger in a daze.
She curled up on the sofa, hugging herself, and there was the white business card on the coffee table.
Five days had passed, and she still hadn't figured out what the male shop owner had said. When she pulled the dagger from her pocket, she wanted to go back and look for the man named Lu.
But the road and his shop disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the crystal shoes there.
She tried to find the man at the address on the business card, but couldn't find the shop. It was a dead end with only a wall standing there.
She had experienced time travel before and was not frightened by such a situation.
But what exactly does Lu want her to understand?
Even more strange was the dagger itself. The blade remained strangely cold—as if it had just been pulled from an ice cellar. For five days, she had tried soaking it in warm water, heating it with a hair dryer, and even stuffing it in her down jacket pocket overnight, but the blade remained untouched by the cold. No matter how she tried to warm it up, it wouldn't warm up.
Like Sinderel's hand.
Memories suddenly burst through the dam. That snowy night, he carried her from the rose garden, pinching the back of her neck with his fingers to force her to spit out the wine.
At the time, she'd scolded him for being rough, but now, thinking back, those hands were clearly colder than ice, yet he stubbornly wrapped her in his cloak, warming her frozen body with his warmth. Once home, he'd even prepared hot water for her and carefully washed her drunken feet.
"Idiot..." she whispered softly.
What's the point of thinking about it again now? There's no way to start over.
She picked up the note with "YUE" written all over it.
The edges of the paper had become rough from being rubbed repeatedly, and the writing on the paper was so forceful that the ink almost penetrated the back of the paper.
What kind of mood did Sinderel have when he wrote these sentences?
She really couldn't figure it out and rubbed her head irritably.
She threw herself onto the sofa and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.
For five days, this question had been gnawing at her nerves like a poisonous snake.
Guilt? Of course.
Regrets? Overwhelming.
But Lu's eyes clearly said that this was not enough.
What's not enough?
What else has she missed?
Could it be...
But this was something Jian Yue didn't even dare to think about.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Jian Yue sighed, picked up an apple from the table, and began to peel it.
Perhaps because she was thinking about too many things, her mind wandered for a moment, and her finger was cut, and blood dripped down her finger onto the dagger.
Buzz——
Just as she was busy looking for tissues, suddenly, the dagger on the table made a buzzing sound.
Jian Yue was startled and suddenly straightened her back.
The blade on the coffee table was vibrating slightly. She stared at the trembling blade and swallowed.
What's wrong?
The blade seemed to be gradually covered with a layer of dark red lines, winding from bottom to top, like the red blood vessels spreading under the eyes.
As if there was an inexplicable resonance, Jian Yue couldn't help but reach out and pick up the dagger.
Her hands were shaking, and when she picked up the dagger, the cold metal actually gave off a faint warmth.
"Sinderel...?" she murmured unconsciously.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark red lines on the blade suddenly became clear. It was not a pattern, but a line of tiny words, carved with something hot, the edges of the strokes still charred:
"In exchange for your promise, I will give you my blood."
What is this? She threw the dagger away in alarm.
Could it be... some kind of spell?
Suddenly, a scene popped into her mind.
The scene was their home, Sindrel's room. He sat at his messy desk, his hands clutching his head in agony, his lifeless eyes bloodshot and filled with madness.
Spread out in front of her was the piece of paper filled with words in her hand.
His sleeves fell off as he moved, revealing his arms in a mess.
His arms were covered in dried blood, with "YUE" carved on them one after another.
He didn't want to forget her, so he used carving to remember her.
The memory is in pain, and the body needs it too, so that it can be remembered deeply and never forgotten.
The heart hidden in the chest cavity began to beat wildly.
Feeling guilty?
Not anymore.
It wasn't guilt, it was needing him.
She is not a good person either, because she has been an adopted daughter living under the care of others since she was a child. She has always lived cautiously and survived by drawing love from others.
To put it bluntly, it is PUA, praising oneself, and you just need to give them what they want.
But Sindriel is not like that.
No matter who she is, he is willing to accept her, protect her and love her.
She had long since peeled herself away, revealing all the evil, sensitivity, fragility, and selfishness within her. Yet, he still didn't despise her, and was willing to open his heart and embrace her, trying every possible means, even at the cost of his soul, to keep her.
This kind of attachment is pathological, but the dark her needs this kind of attachment.
This may be.
She quickly picked up the card and tore it open.
The lights in the living room began to flicker and the electricity made a slight crackling sound.
, I don’t know what happened.
"Have you thought it through?"
Lu's voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Jian Yue turned around suddenly. At the balcony door, the night wind lifted the hem of his clothes, and his braided black hair swayed.
In his hand he held a shoe, but it wasn't a glass slipper. There were a few dried rose petals on the heel - the one she had left in the rose garden.
"You..." Jian Yue's voice was stuck in her throat.
"I'll exchange my blood for your promise." Lu placed his shoes on the coffee table, his amber pupils flickering in the flickering light. "He carved your name with his own blood, using his soul as collateral in exchange for a summons from me. Now, it's your turn." He pointed to the blood drop on the dagger. "Is this drop of blood proof that you're willing to return?"
"Are you... the fallen angel—Lucifer, the arrogant demon?"
"Exactly." Lucifer smiled gracefully, "As Kidd said, you are an extremely intelligent person."
Jian Yue became alert, "Shouldn't you be in the same group with Kidd?"
"Their childish pact has nothing to do with me. I was merely summoned." Lucifer shook his finger. "Satan can't control me, but I was bored, so I agreed to Sinderel's summons."
He crossed his legs, and the black wings behind him spread out, forming a seat. He sat on it, his long legs crossed. "I'd also like to see what happens to the angels that God has determined will enter heaven after Kidd's interference."
"Heh." Jian Yue said sarcastically, "It's just a group of powerful people playing tricks on ants. Do you really care about this?"
"I allow you to disrespect me because I'm interested in you, but that doesn't mean I have a good temper." Lucifer propped up his face and narrowed his eyes. "Now you should tell me whether you are willing to pay the price and return to the world created by Amra."
"Tell me what you think."
Jian Yue stared at her reflection on the LCD TV—her eyes were red and swollen, her hair was messy, and she still had the cross around her neck.
Over the past five days, she has read those notes over and over again, and recalled everything about Furlan: Sinderel's awkward concern, the sweet clothes Anastasia bought her, and Dusula's clumsy help in tidying up the store...
She doesn't remember because she doesn't want to be sad and go through withdrawal when she leaves.
It turned out that those details that she had deliberately ignored had long been engraved in her bones.
She thought she was just feeling guilty and just wanted to make amends.
Until she saw the sentence "I think I might really be crazy, I promised Kidd to become a god", her heart felt like a piece was being cut out.
Those moments that she classified as "gratitude" and "dependence" suddenly became terrifyingly clear at this moment - she was not feeling guilty, but afraid of losing.
She wasn't afraid that he hated him, because he was willing to destroy himself just to find her.
I’m afraid that he will really become a god without emotions, that he will be controlled by Kidd, and that his words “I’m waiting for you” will never be responded to.
"I..." Jian Yue's voice choked with sobs. Tears fell on the note, blurring the last stroke of "YUE". "I want to go back. I need him."
Not to make up for guilt or to fulfill a promise.
It’s because the blond boy who always says “hate” has become the softest thing in her heart.
This empty home was not what she wanted.
She longed for Furland even more, a place filled with laughter and joy, where people were busy every day without having to rest.
There were her "family," "friends," and—
Sinderel.
Lucifer's mouth finally curled up into a real arc, and the alienation in the corners of his eyes disappeared.
"Very good." He raised his hand to glance at the clock on the wall and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the shoes on the table turned into crystal slippers. "At eleven o'clock at night, take the dagger and crystal slippers and go to the rose garden in the exhibition hall. There is the formation I left behind."
"Rose garden? But there are no roses there..."
"He will." Lucifer turned and walked towards the balcony, his figure gradually becoming transparent. "He will plant a whole garden of roses for you."
"If you want to save him, you can exchange Kidd's power with me."
"I look forward to seeing you again."
When the last piece of clothing disappeared in the night wind, Jian Yue quickly picked up her cell phone.
The phone screen lit up, showing that it was 11 o'clock in the evening.
Jian Yue gripped the dagger tightly.
This time, she won't let go.
She quickly put on her shoes, hailed a taxi, and nervously watched the time pass by.
At half past eleven, she arrived at the exhibition hall.
But the exhibition hall was closed, so she could only walk around the outside of the hall and finally found a window that was not closed tightly and climbed in.
Fortunately, there was no security patrol and no security system alarm, otherwise I would have to stay there for ten days or half a month.
Although they entered the exhibition hall, most of the things inside had already been dismantled. Standing in the empty exhibition hall, Jian Yue had no idea where she had met Lucifer last time.
And there’s a rose garden…where is the rose garden?
She didn't see it at all.
Seeing that the time was approaching fifty, Jian Yue became even more anxious.
The dagger in her pocket was shaking unconsciously. Jian Yue took out the dagger and suddenly remembered something.
She thought of the note and the scene - the words on the note, "In order not to forget you, I write your name on my arm every day," and the "YUE" carved on Sinderel's arm with a knife.
Blood……
She hurriedly picked up the blade and cut her palm, then clenched her hand and let the blood drip onto the blade.
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The moment the blood touched the silver blade, it felt like dripping onto a branding iron, emitting a subtle burning sound. Jian Yue watched in amazement as her blood seeped into the dagger, forming a dark red bead near the hilt, resembling a pigeon-blood agate.
A cluster of light appeared on the agate, pointing in one direction.
Jian Yue hurriedly followed the light and stopped at the entrance of an exhibition area.
A rich aroma wafted from inside, and a few rose petals floated down at the entrance of the exhibition area.
She picked up a petal in a daze, but found that it was just nothingness and could not be picked up. She looked inside -
What comes into view is a sea of warm red roses.
A sea of transparent twin roses bloomed all over the exhibition area, half white and half red, swaying in the breeze, occasionally petals were rolled up and brushed against her temples.
Even if it is a non-existent sea of flowers, there is still the beautiful fragrance of flowers.
She stood far away at the door, but seemed to see a blond boy planting roses in the sea of flowers.
He squatted on the ground, and used his white fingers to fiddle with the soil to cover the rose seeds.
He took the watering can and watered the sea of roses bit by bit, hoping that she would come back when the roses were all over the sky.
He carved a wooden board and wrote down the number of roses on it. Each stroke represented the time she left.
The rose withered and was uprooted, and the process repeated itself over and over again for many, many years.
He was willing to let love become a prisoner, trapped in this land and watch hopelessly.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and she vaguely saw the words written on the wooden board.
"I'm beginning to lose track of what you look like."
"I thought I was numb, but my fingertips can still remember your outline."
"Will you come back again? Will you be willing to reunite and let go of the past?"
Jian Yue stepped into the sea of flowers and closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, the scenery before her had changed.
She stood at the counter, facing the decoration of the Whisper store.
She was stunned and looked around quickly.
She is back.
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