Chapter 86 At that time, I was thinking, why do they all have it, but I don't?
The young man, who looked exactly like Lan Yunzhi, walked to the table where the tray was placed.
As he reached for the bowl, he also noticed the note underneath. It contained only a few words, but they made the young man frown slightly.
Then, he picked up a pen, and the ink spread out in the dim candlelight, forming bright red strokes, just like the tear mole at the corner of the young man's eye.
The once faint touch of vermilion is now vividly clear, as if it had just been applied with cinnabar.
After writing his reply, the young man casually placed the note under the paperweight, picked up the bowl, and walked into the inner room without looking back.
The bedchamber was filled with many objects of varying heights and sizes, but the young man remained completely unaffected, continuing his unhurried and quiet pace.
We walked all the way to the innermost room.
The furnishings here are more like a study than a bedroom, with books filling every shelf and table.
The materials range from bamboo slips to silk, to paper, and even some animal leathers whose specific types are not clearly discernible... almost everything is included.
It's clear that the room's owner is a book lover.
However, the young man who entered the room at this moment simply looked past the piles of books and collections of articles without glancing to the side, and came to a wall inlaid with an antique candlestick.
The unassuming copper candlestick didn't even have a single candle on it.
It's unclear when it was installed on the wall; it's so dark that you can't tell what its original color was.
Although it was a bronze candlestick, it faintly emitted a strange smell of rust.
The young man walked to the candlestick, raised his free hand, and pressed it onto the base.
He lowered his eyes, watching his pale palms gradually become stained with blood seeping from between his fingers, his face showing no emotion.
A lot of blood flowed, but not a single drop fell to the ground.
It was as if it had been completely absorbed by that tiny candlestick.
Soon, even the blood on the young man's hands disappeared without a trace.
Everything seemed to have returned to what it was not long ago, except for the youth's increasingly pale face and the door that was slowly opening in front of him.
The door appeared silently, and the open doorway faintly emanated a bone-chilling cold, as if one had stepped into the entrance of an ice cellar.
The young man, dressed in thin clothes, did not hesitate at all. He took the bowl in his hand and stepped into the room.
It was as if he had stepped into the gaping maw of a monster; the door closed silently behind him the instant the young man's figure was completely swallowed up.
But the young man did not turn back; instead, he walked familiarly through the dark, secluded passage.
I don't know how long I walked, but after turning another corner, a faint, firefly-like light suddenly appeared before my eyes. I continued forward, and after pushing open a door at the end of the passageway, the space finally opened up before me.
There wasn't a single firelight here, yet it didn't feel dark at all.
It turned out that luminous pearls the size of a baby's head were embedded in the place where the candlesticks should have been placed. In addition, there were piles of various sparkling jewels and crystals.
At first glance, this room looks like a treasure trove.
However, these so-called treasures in the room did not seem to be valued as they should be, but were simply left aside.
Thus, the very center of the room was reserved for a crystal-clear ice coffin.
There was no coffin lid on top.
Therefore, one could immediately see that the person in the coffin was a handsome young man.
He had his eyes closed, his hands clasped naturally in front of him, and his expression was serene.
It was unclear how long they had been dead, but although their faces were slightly pale, they looked lifelike, as if they had just fallen asleep.
What's even stranger is that this person, who had been lying in the coffin for who knows how long, was not dressed in a burial garment like the usual deceased, but instead wore a beautifully embroidered brocade robe, which clearly resembled a wedding dress.
"I'm here again."
A voice suddenly rang out in the silent room.
He was the young man who had already reached the coffin.
He gazed intently at the person lying in the coffin, his eyes filled with unwavering longing and infatuation.
"Today is the full moon again, a huge moon hangs in the sky, it's a pity you can't see it."
The young man spoke softly, his voice extremely gentle, as if afraid of accidentally waking the other person.
As he spoke, the young man put down the porcelain bowl he had been carefully holding.
Then he leaned against the cold coffin and sat down on the ground.
“I’ve never really liked the full moon, because I don’t have anyone to miss. But everyone else does. My father, my mother, and my uncles and brothers who are as treacherous as jackals and tigers… every single one of them, even a lowly maid who just happens to pass by, has someone to miss and long for.”
"..."
"At that time, I was thinking, why do they all have it, but I don't?"
The young man muttered to himself as if complaining, sometimes confused, sometimes resentful, his expression vivid, yet his gaze toward the person in the coffin grew increasingly tender.
"And then you came."
"..."
"Do you know? You should know. The day I first saw you, I fell in love with you at first sight."
"..."
“You chased away those nasty guys for me, helped me up from the ground, and looked so careful and apologetic, as if you were the one who accidentally smeared your dirt on their snow-white clothes, not me. At that time, I was in your arms with my head buried deep in your arms, so you didn’t realize that what you thought was fear and unease was actually a secret joy.”
"..."
“You told me then that you were late. Actually, you came at the perfect time. If you had come any later, you might have seen bits of flesh and bone scattered all over the ground. You see, you are so good, how could I bear to let such filth pollute your eyes?”
At this point, the young man smiled slightly, as if he couldn't help but chuckle. His eyes and brows radiated youthful energy.
In an instant, the smile on the young man's face suddenly stopped, his once clear eyes were suddenly filled with dark clouds, and his pale face became terribly gloomy.
"But why..."
The young man pressed on, enunciating each word clearly, his scarlet eyes fixed intently on the person inside the coffin.
"Why did you insist on leaving me, someone as wonderful as you? After I had become unable to live without you, after I foolishly thought I was the happiest person in the world, why did you choose to disappear from my sight in such a cruel way?"
As he spoke, he seemed to get too excited, and his outstretched hand accidentally brushed against the man's clasped hands. In that instant, the hand on top was severed at the wrist.
However, what was exposed at the break was not bright red flesh, but a lifeless gray-white.
Upon seeing this, the young man was startled, and a look of pain, a mixture of panic and regret, flashed in his eyes.
He tried his best to control himself and prevent himself from going crazy on the spot.
Instead, with a trembling heart, she gently and carefully reattached the severed hand.
Then came repeated apologies, and then it was as if he suddenly remembered something.
Suddenly, the young man pulled out a dagger and stabbed his own hand, the one that had committed the crime, right through it and reopening the wound that had only recently healed.
After an unknown amount of time, perhaps the dizziness from blood loss brought the young man back to a slightly calmer state.
He gently tapped his head, revealing a slightly embarrassed and shy expression.
"Look at me, I'm doing stupid things. I forgot I have important business to attend to."
As the young man spoke, he picked up the bowl again, the liquid inside now a rich, dark red.
The young man brought the food to his lips, took a sip, but did not swallow it directly.
Instead, he lowered his head and approached the face of the man in the coffin.
He gently lifted the other person's chin, then decisively kissed those tightly pursed lips.
The pungent taste of blood filled their intertwined lips and teeth.
The man, who had been lying motionless in the coffin like a stone statue, suddenly opened his eyes slightly. His unfocused eyes stared blankly ahead, and it was unclear what he was looking at.
His expression was blank, like that of a fledgling bird that had just hatched.
He could only passively accept everything that the world had given him.
His throat bobbed rhythmically and subtly. As if he had tasted the sweetness, the man instinctively tilted his head back, yielding to the force restraining him.
This tiny action was like a small spark that accidentally fell into a haystack.
The young man was only stunned for a moment before he suddenly intensified the kiss with an almost frantic attack.
This attempt to feed the child, driven by personal motives, ultimately devolved into a one-sided entanglement and plunder...
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