He had indeed figured everything out. Gong Kang nodded shamefully, “But I swear to heaven, this wasn’t my subconscious desire to harm He Cheng or that I thought he was less important than a woman. That feeling was like I was possessed, unable to control my own compliant thoughts.”
Luo Yingbai looked thoughtful. Gong Kang continued, “But since you saved us that time, I’ve never had those nightmares again. I know you must have helped, and I’m truly grateful.”
Luo Yingbai smiled without saying anything. He had indeed been suspicious about how conveniently things had turned out, and found it strange that He Cheng, who seemed timid, would dare to study in the teaching building right after someone had died.
So even without evidence, he had placed a tranquility spell on both Gong Kang and He Cheng, just in case.
Until this time when the two students came, He Cheng remained the same, but Gong Kang looked clear-minded and his demeanor had shed its previous gloomy atmosphere. Only then did Luo Yingbai completely understand the approximate process of the entire incident.
This was between the two of them. Since Gong Kang was no longer dangerous, he naturally wouldn’t go out of his way to tell He Cheng about it afterward.
He asked again, “Did the woman in your dream have any distinctive features?”
Gong Kang thought for a moment, “She was very beautiful, wore our school’s badge, but was covered in blood… Oh, and there was always a swallow flying beside her.”
Luo Yingbai’s expression changed: “A swallow?”
He suddenly recalled the incantation he had recited in the teaching building, and several thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
The Enraged Tereus Pursued Relentlessly, Finally Resolved by the Gods Transforming Them into Birds
Luo Yingbai remembered that the Athenian princess Procne became a nightingale, the scoundrel Tereus transformed into a hoopoe, and the little princess Philomela became a swallow!
Therefore, the meaning of that ancient ballad became clear!
“Wearing a mourning cap made of clothes. The victor opens the grave. No corpse within. The swallow sings a joyful song.
The spring funeral bell rings again. Come, detestable love.
