nightmare
The wind and snow continued throughout the old year and on the first day of the new year. At daybreak, the man who had been running around all night returned home covered in snow.
The empty room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Sheng Xingzhou shook off the snow on his body to dispel the coldness before changing his shoes and entering the room.
After preparing breakfast, it was almost time. He went upstairs as if he was familiar with the place, knocked on the door, and spoke to the person inside in his usual cheerful voice.
It was still very quiet inside, as if the people inside had not heard him speak.
Sheng Xingzhou felt inexplicably uneasy. After confirming that there was no sound in the bedroom, he turned the doorknob without hesitation and pushed the door open.
The originally pitch-black bedroom now had a single source of light. Sheng Xingzhou, with his back to the light from outside, wandered around the dim room.
The person he was looking for was curled up in the soft and warm bedding, staring at him without blinking, motionless.
Sheng Xingzhou rubbed his fingers awkwardly and strode towards her. Seeing that she still had no reaction, he spread out his five fingers and waved them in front of her.
Sang Jiyue stared at the hand in front of her for a long time before she moved her eyes.
Sheng Xingzhou looked at her dazed look, a trace of worry on his face: "Ayue, what's wrong with you?"
He reached out and gently poked her cool, soft cheek.
Sang Jiyue frowned, slapped his hand away and turned her head away.
Sheng Xingzhou was relieved because this was Sang Jiyue's normal reaction.
Sang Jiyue looked listless, but her eyes were always fixed on Sheng Xingzhou, as if she was thinking about something.
"Ayue, what are you thinking about?" Sheng Xingzhou asked her at the right time: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Sang Jiyue thought about it, then nodded.
Sheng Xingzhou listened and couldn't help but feel curious: "Are you also afraid of things?"
In Sheng Xingzhou's opinion, Sang Jiyue is fearless, not afraid of pain or death.
"No." Sang Jiyue lowered her eyes and denied it.
"How could that be a nightmare?"
Sang Jiyue pursed her lips, her expression unfathomable.
Her mind was very confused now, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
She shouldn't be like this at this moment.
Last night, Sang Jiyue woke up in intense pain, and in a trance she had a long-lost feeling. What she longed for was not the pain, but a warm body.
At that time, she was holding a syringe that had not yet been used for injection, and another one was dropped on the ground.
Sang Jiyue held both syringes in her palms. She thought seriously for a long time, put them in the drawer of the bedside table, then took off her soft cotton slippers and lay down in the warm quilt.
Because she no longer had a body and consciousness that did not need to sleep, Sang Jiyue slept very soundly. She did not dream. Her body was almost at the limit, and even dreaming was a luxury.
Until she heard a familiar voice in her ears, she opened her eyes from her sleep, her thoughts constantly torn between the past and the present, as if it were a long nightmare.
What did Sheng Xingzhou say?
He said he wanted to have a photo with her.
That's fine. She can wait until his wish is fulfilled before continuing with her decision.
She thought so last night and now.
As if she had found a connecting link in the chaos, Sang Jiyue's expression gradually became clear, and she said, "Okay."
What Sang Jiyue said was completely irrelevant. Sheng Xingzhou blinked and looked at her with some confusion.
Sang Jiyue curled her lips, seeming a little unhappy, but still said nothing and went to wash up silently.
Sheng Xingzhou brought breakfast into the room. Sang Jiyue really had no appetite and only drank half a cup of milk. He did not persuade her to eat more like he did a few months ago because he knew she would vomit if she ate.
And today...
Sheng Xingzhou gradually became absent-minded.
Sang Jiyue knocked the glass on the table lightly, as if to remind him not to be distracted.
"Have you forgotten our agreement?" Sang Jiyue finally couldn't help but speak.
"I remember." Sheng Xingzhou's expression became a little more serious. He said, "I'll go prepare it now."
Sang Jiyue nodded with satisfaction.
After Sheng Xingzhou cleared the dishes and left, Sang Jiyue opened her wardrobe and picked out a smoky pink winter dress and a pure white coat. The room, supplied by the crystal core's energy, wasn't too cold, and the cold tinged her cheeks with a faint pink, making her look relatively healthy.
Sang Jiyue stared at the face in the dressing mirror, rubbed her stiff face, and then smiled.
Sheng Xingzhou came back soon, but he looked no different from before, without even changing his clothes.
Sang Jiyue's smile fell again: "What did you do just now?"
"Ayue, I'm glad you kept your promise to me." Sheng Xingzhou took a deep breath and wanted to say what he had been hiding in his heart for a long time: "I will answer the question you asked me before. I-"
"That's not it." Sang Jiyue interrupted him.
Sheng Xingzhou was stunned for a moment. He had just gone out to write some speeches in his mind, wanting to seriously answer Sang Jiyue's original question, but he didn't expect that Sang Jiyue didn't seem to want to listen.
Sang Jiyue said: "I don't want to hear your answer."
Whether it is or not, it is not what she wants. It is too difficult to have the best of both worlds in this world.
Sheng Xingzhou wanted to say something but stopped himself. Finally, seeing Sang Jiyue's expression gradually getting colder, he did not continue the previous topic.
"Where's the serum?"
"Where's the camera?"
They spoke at the same time.
Sang Jiyue frowned: "Aren't you going to take a photo with me?"
Sheng Xingzhou was really annoying because she had to remind him of the things he had been talking about yesterday and this morning.
"Shoot, of course I have to!" Sheng Xingzhou just felt that what he was about to say was more important, but when Sang Jiyue suddenly started to ask him, he immediately said, "Then wait for me."
He ran away in a hurry.
Sang Jiyue sighed and felt a little tired. As she thought about it, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips.
At this time, the wind and snow outside had not stopped, and the sky and the earth were all white. Because it was too cold outside, Sheng Xingzhou did not go out with Sang Jiyue. He and Sang Jiyue took their first photo together with the pure white snow reflected on the glass door.
He was standing behind Sang Jiyue with a smile, just like in the photo of Jiang Wangxi and Sang Jiyue. The girl in front of him had a pale and beautiful face, a hint of lively impatience in her expression, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.
The silver-white scenery outside the door is the purest embellishment at the moment, and they are the only color in this silver-white.
…
Sang Jiyue confiscated the camera that Sheng Xingzhou brought out and locked it in her drawer.
Sheng Xingzhou reached out to take it, but Sang Jiyue slapped him on the back of his hand. He acted a little aggrieved and acted coquettishly with Sang Jiyue: "I want to see our photo again."
"You don't need to look at it. You don't need to." Sang Jiyue squatted beside the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and looked at the two serums lying inside.
Sheng Xingzhou's attention was drawn, and his expression became serious: "Ayue, which one do you want to inject?"
The two looked exactly the same on Sheng Xingzhou, with the transparent liquid shimmering in the natural light, and he couldn't tell them apart.
However, Sang Jiyue seemed to be able to distinguish them clearly. She picked up one of them and muttered, "It was this one before..."
The reincarnation process was very painful, but later she could no longer feel the pain and everything went on naturally. If it weren't for the subsequent changes, she would have lived a good life as a zombie.
However, Sang Jiyue didn't want to waste any more time, as she might not be the only one who woke up.
Sang Jiyue threw the one in his hand aside and picked up another one.
Sheng Xingzhou looked left and right: "Do these two look different?"
"The color is different." Sang Jiyue shook the syringe in his hand and said, "This one is darker."
Sheng Xingzhou didn't understand at all: "Is this the first or the second one?"
Sang Jiyue didn't say anything, but just glanced at Sheng Xingzhou, as if she wanted him to leave first. But after thinking about it, she still said nothing, but just inserted the syringe into her neck without blinking.
Sheng Xingzhou was shocked by her ferocious action and subconsciously pressed her hand, causing her to look at him in confusion.
"Is there anything else you want to do? Sheng Xingzhou."
At that moment, Sheng Xingzhou had the illusion that no matter what he said, Sang Jiyue would satisfy him.
Sheng Xingzhou didn't ask for anything, but just said, "I'll do it."
Sang Jiyue said "Oh", put the syringe in his hand, then stretched her neck and stared at him.
Sheng Xingzhou was very nervous, and his hand holding the syringe was shaking.
Sang Jiyue wasn't worried about him stabbing the wrong way. Seeing his nervous expression, she asked doubtfully, "Are you afraid I'll bite you?"
Sheng Xingzhou thought for a moment and said, "It seems like he would be afraid."
It will hurt after all.
"You're right to be afraid. I will definitely bite you." Sang Jiyue grinned, revealing his white teeth.
Sheng Xingzhou was amused by her and said, "I won't hide, as long as you don't suck me dry."
Sang Jiyue snorted lightly and said nothing.
The sharp needle gradually approached Sang Jiyue's soft and fragile neck, but Sheng Xingzhou's hand stopped shaking.
The cold liquid was pushed into the pale blue blood vessels.
Sang Jiyue's expression was calm, as if she didn't care no matter what she became.
After Sheng Xingzhou pulled out the syringe, he subconsciously wanted to press the hemostatic cotton on her neck, but the skin was only slightly blue and there was no bleeding.
Time passed minute by minute, Sheng Xingzhou stared at her nervously, watching her skin become paler and paler, and the nails hanging at her side become hard and sharp, only her eyes remained dark and cold.
It seems... nothing has changed?
Sang Jiyue's face was too pale, and Sheng Xingzhou couldn't tell for a moment whether she was unwell or it was just like this after becoming a mutant zombie.
"Ayue, are you okay?" Sheng Xingzhou looked at her nervously, then lifted his sleeves, exposing his arms, and leaned close to her lips: "Come and bite me."
Sang Jiyue: "..."
Her brows furrowed tightly, and she raised her hand as if to slap his hand away, but when her cold fingertips rested on his wrist, she stopped moving.
Sang Jiyue's voice became hoarse: "Sheng Xingzhou..."
“…It hurts…”
She murmured something, and her whole body curled up into a ball, unable to control herself, and trembled constantly.
Sheng Xingzhou didn't know what it was like when the alien zombies transformed into corpses. He only remembered that the process was also very painful, but at that time Sang Jiyue grabbed his hand and told him that she would not leave him alone.
Sheng Xingzhou seemed to understand Sang Jiyue's mood at the time. He hugged her tightly and patted her thin back gently, which was both comfort and companionship.
Sang Jiyue felt so painful that she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. After sobbing for a while, she forced herself to calm down, but her body was still trembling slightly because of the unbearable pain.
In fact, she had guessed this situation. She had experienced the same pain when she was with Jiang Wangxi in her previous life. She endured it then and she could endure it now.
Sang Jiyue thought so and wanted to open her mouth to say something, but her body, which was overwhelmed by the pain, pulled her into darkness.
Fortunately, the embrace is always warm.
This realization made Sang Jiyue sober up a little.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally had the strength to tell Sheng Xingzhou, her voice hoarse and broken: "I have kept my promise to you."
No regrets.
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