Chapter 74 (Major Revision) Who are you?
She was not Ye Qingyu at all.
But if I'm not Ye Qingyu, then who am I?
What kind of existence is it?
In what sense does it exist in this world?
These questions arose naturally in his mind. At that moment, he seemed to be slowly walking towards the center of light, getting closer and closer, but only when his body gradually merged into the darkness did he realize that what was enveloped by the light source was another kind of desperate darkness.
quiet.
A deathly silence.
"Bang--"
A scarred hand emerged from the darkness, pressed against his forehead, and then a hoarse voice drifted out—
"Puppets don't need to think."
No!
In forgetting.
He was pulled by a mysterious force and trapped inside Ye Qingyu's body, becoming a Ye Qingyu filled with hatred.
No, what should we do?
Right, pain.
It needs to hurt a little more.
More pain.
"pain."
Pei Ci, her head being pressed and her neck being rubbed, softly uttered a single word. Her eyes were misty, her vision blurry. Her cool body radiated heat under Lu Ran's caresses, and unable to find an outlet, she quietly parted her swollen lips, exhaling breaths through her teeth.
This is absolutely wrong.
I should have paid more attention to what was happening over there at the cabinet—
Pei Ci's damp fingertips gripped the sheets tightly. She was tossed about, the cotton beneath her, the scorching sun before her, her consciousness fluctuating. She had to…
We must regain control as soon as possible.
What he needs to think about now is the fake Ye Qingyu.
That is, Ji Wei.
Yes, it's Ji Wei.
Her remaining rationality kept reminding her.
Finally, taking a breath, she pressed her fingers against the back of his neck, which was damp and hot, and with her red eyelids drooping, she uttered the word "pain".
Pei Ci originally intended for Lu Ran to let go, but as soon as the word left his mouth, Lu Ran nervously moved even closer to him, his rapid breathing and hurried words escalating simultaneously—
"What's wrong?"
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Where does it hurt?"
"Let me take a look?"
Is this the place?
Lu Ran's actions were a simple check, but they were far more intimate. Pei Ci frowned, "Lu..."
Lu Ran's lips pressed against mine.
It is gentle.
Tactful.
It is not aggressive in the slightest.
Because of the tender kiss, Pei Ci was stunned for a few seconds, and then she heard Lu Ran say—
"Is this... okay?"
It looks just like a big dog waiting for its owner's response.
It was as if a mere nod could make him happy for a long time.
yes……
Pei Ci bent his sweat-dampened hair with her fingers; Lu Ran was always obedient.
But he's a bad dog.
Therefore, his obedience is all the more precious.
For some reason, she suddenly thought of Lu Ran after the reboot. Lu Ran was always easy to bully. Just saying something a little harsh, like not wanting to see him or hating him, could make him change his expression instantly. But it was fine to bully him; he wouldn't let his master be afraid of bullying him, because as long as he was given a little bit of sweetness, he would eagerly come running back.
Is this love?
Perhaps so.
Lu Ran loves her.
Pei Ci reached a final conclusion.
However, her rational nature told her that there was no possibility between her and Lu Ran; in fact, she would only hurt him more. And now, she had already begun to act on it…
For several days afterward, they would not be as intimate as they were now.
Now...
Pei Ci's fingers crawled from the back of his neck to the side of his face. It was truly a top-notch face; there was no flaw from any angle.
So……
Perhaps it's appropriate to satisfy him to a certain extent.
The thought suddenly popped into her mind. She didn't know why she suddenly had this idea, but it just proved that she did feel some pity for Lu Ran.
That's enough.
Pei Ci closed her eyes.
This means that the process will continue by default.
Just as Lu Ran's body pressed down on her again, in her dazed state, Pei Ci suddenly caught a faint smell of blood on her nose. The scent was so faint it was almost imperceptible. Pei Ci's keen sense of smell stemmed from her frequent contact with hospitals.
Now.
The stench of blood came from a few steps away.
More precisely, it came from the cabinet.
!
!!
Suddenly, Pei Ci opened her eyes. Perhaps it was because Lu Ran was immersed in happiness, or perhaps it was Pei Ci's sudden burst of strength, but she actually pushed Lu Ran off her.
Lu Ran was completely bewildered.
One second you're on the bed, the next you're on the floor. Anyone would be completely bewildered.
Pei Ci had already sat up, the blush on her face had faded, and she had returned to her initial aloof demeanor.
Lu Ran's pupils trembled. He suddenly felt panicked, inexplicably panicked, with a strange feeling that he was about to lose A-Ci. The desire on his face faded, and he just looked helplessly at Pei Ci, "A-Ci, I..."
"You go back first." Pei Ci put on her clothes.
"..."
silence.
A deathly silence fell, the stench of blood in the air thickening, but Lu Ran remained oblivious. He didn't know why A Ci's expression had suddenly changed, nor did he understand why she had become so cold. He was helpless, and reluctantly got up and hesitantly retreated.
The moment the door closed, Pei Ci jumped out of bed in a few steps, rushing to the cabinet without even putting on her shoes.
The smell of blood was even stronger.
Pei Ci frowned, regretting her haste. For a moment, she hesitated to open the cabinet door, afraid of witnessing a scene she couldn't accept.
However, it still needs to be opened.
Pei Ci took a deep breath, and just as her hand touched the cabinet door, the cabinet opened from the inside, and a bloody hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Pei Ci's waist.
The world spun around her, and when Pei Ci came to her senses, she could only smell the pungent smell of blood. The closet was full of clothes, so the air was a bit cramped when the two of them went in. Ye Qingyu's sticky blood clung to Pei Ci's body.
What exactly happened?
Pei Ci pursed her lips.
She just wanted to provoke the fake Ye Qingyu and force him to cooperate with her. How did it turn out like this? Does he want to die?
Pei Ci was speechless for a moment.
In the silence, the other person began to move slowly. As a result of his movement, the cabinet door opened slightly, letting in a little light that shone directly on his pale face.
His eyes were fixed on her.
Then he hugged her.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
Blood gushed from his arm, the excruciating pain briefly bringing him back to his senses. His lips trembled as he whispered in the girl's ear, "Don't be with Lu Ran."
"He...he's a murderer."
Almost the instant he finished speaking, his mind went completely blank. Just as that man had said, he was merely a puppet. A puppet doesn't need to think or remember; it only needs to follow the predetermined path he set, becoming a perfect "Ye Qingyu" with extreme hatred for Lu Ran.
Everything unrelated to her, everything concerning Ye Qingyu, must be forgotten.
Even the origin of hatred.
Then he became Ye Qingyu of hatred, a Ye Qingyu who inexplicably hated Lu Ran. He began to seek revenge, but his revenge failed. He was insulted, beaten, and tortured by Lu Ran. He was subjected to all kinds of cruel torture by Lu Ran. Then, in Lu Ran's bloodshot eyes, he walked towards death.
With each experience, his hatred deepened.
He wanted to kill Lu Ran.
Kill him, kill him, what? He killed him.
Carrying the primal malice and the accumulated hatred from each reincarnation, he became an increasingly pure "Ye Qingyu of extreme malice".
But so what?
It will still fail.
He thought this when he occasionally recalled his memories of reincarnation, but his ego was too weak and its existence was too short. In that short time, he could only watch himself walk step by step toward an inevitable and extremely tragic end.
He became the second hand on the clock.
No--
Stop.
Stop—
I don't want to repeat myself.
pain.
it hurts.
Why repeat death over and over again?
When will this cycle finally end?
His soul wept deep within himself, yet he was merely a puppet, a puppet that was constantly being worn down and would never be stopped.
Help me.
Whoever it is, please save me.
He wailed inwardly, and even felt a despicable regret. If he hadn't pursued so-called justice and equality, if he hadn't been bewitched by that person because of his desire for revenge, would he have ended up like this?
Die die ...
I want to die. ...
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Whoever it is, whether it's a god or a devil, kill me and end all of this.
But this is also a kind of luxury.
repeat.
It will just keep repeating itself.
However--
Just when he was disheartened, numb, and ready to give up, things took a turn for the better.
"Everyone be careful, we have a very important person here today!"
"Everyone must concentrate 100% of their energy. If we can do it perfectly this time, I'll give everyone a raise."
"Never offend someone important."
A benefactor?
His reddish-brown eyes blinked numbly; this had never happened before, but the outcome was always the same.
A benefactor.
There are no benefactors in the world.
He watched all this numbly, then calmly went about his work until he saw the nobleman quietly hide the ring in his palm and then casually say that the ring was lost.
Everyone was turning around because of her prank.
He should have pretended not to know about this. But when he saw her sitting on a chair drinking tea, he inexplicably went over to her.
"Hello, miss." He heard his own voice.
"Um?"
Upon hearing her voice, he felt his body begin to act according to Ye Qingyu's thought patterns.
"Miss, I heard you lost a ring," Ye Qingyu said, true to her nature.
"Yes."
“I can help you find it, but it might offend you,” he heard his body say again.
The puppet Ye Qingyu was communicating with him.
So, I'm going to disappear again.
Nothing has changed.
Darkness was engulfing him.
The sound gradually faded.
Everything will become an absolute silence, and then rush towards death like a runaway locomotive.
However, he was wrong this time.
"This is the gift you guessed correctly."
In the absolute silence, he suddenly heard the girl's soft voice. He was stunned, utterly incredulous. He hadn't disappeared. Amidst his frantic thoughts, his vision gradually cleared, and he saw the girl's gentle face and her pale, colorful eyes.
Knock knock.
Knock knock—
Thump thump—thump thump—
A strange emotion surged in his chest; he knew he had fallen in love at first sight, and this feeling, so different from hatred, filled him with joy.
Does this represent a completely new variable?
He was overjoyed.
And that is indeed the case. Because of this girl, everything is changing dramatically. In fact, he even uses the death he most desires to achieve his revenge.
Suddenly, he remembered what the people at the airport had said.
—This is a very important person.
What a benefactor...
Why isn't he a benefactor?
He closed his eyes peacefully.
However--
Even though he had successfully avenged himself, the cycle of revenge had begun. He was still Ye Qingyu, filled with hatred, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on Lu Ran. This time…
Pei Ci got involved.
No--
don't want--
Run, young lady!
I don't want to...
In no mood……
I don't want to take advantage of you anymore.
I don't want you to get involved either.
The aging soul, which had repeated the same world more than three hundred times, wept in the darkness. Unfortunately, he would soon be deleted again and become a vengeful machine named Ye Qingyu.
No--
The world was plunged into darkness.
But just then—
A sharp pain shot through my chest.
Ye Qingyu blinked slowly, and then, through a few strands of hair that slipped through the crack in the cabinet, he saw a head buried against his chest. The head moved slightly, and then the face lifted up—a small face, pale skin, and pale eyes that quietly watched him, shining brightly in the darkness.
And there was blood at the corner of his lips.
His blood.
Bright red blood.
Suddenly, his eyes were also stung by the blood, and he felt a burning pain all over his body.
A fair hand caressed his face, and the girl's delicate face drew closer, her pupils widening.
“Tell me,” she breathed on his cheek, “who are you?”
Who are you?
Who is it?
Me?
His pupils contracted sharply. For a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking; only in those light-colored eyes did he feel a long-lost peace. Suddenly, he viciously dug into the wound on his neck, and amidst the tearing pain, he heard his own dry, hoarse voice, like a broken windmill—
"I……"
"My name is..."
"Ye Zhaoxue".
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