“Wei, aren’t you feeling well recently? Why do you make me feel like you’re becoming less real, like I’m about to lose you the next moment?”
“Nonsense!” He laughed, pinching my cheeks and rubbing them hard. “Ran Ran is only eight years old. Why are you so melancholic like an old man? And I’ve discovered a child’s face is actually more elastic than mine.”
Every time, the heavy atmosphere would lighten with his words. He buried all his pain, all his inner thoughts so deep that even he seemed to forget the pain.
Suddenly, vivid and terrible blood flowed from him, spilling from his pale lips, shockingly eye-catching. Blood continued to overflow from his slightly trembling body, gradually changing from deep red to light red, but never stopping.
I stared blankly at the blood, never knowing that blood could be so seductively bright and eye-piercing. This time it made me panic.
I staggered forward, wanting to support his weak body.
But he pushed away my hand, and the moment his hand touched mine, a bone-chilling cold seeped to my heart, as if the hand’s owner had fallen into hell.
This coldness was no longer human temperature, seemingly even colder than my body after my “mother’s” death. How serious was his injury? Who exactly was he?
He pulled out a blood-red handkerchief, casually wiping the blood from his lips. The blood seeped into the handkerchief, leaving no trace, becoming one.
His pale face remained unchanged, no longer with the previous demonic red, but his lips were white to the point of purple.
“Why such an expression? Look, I’m fine now,” he said, forcing a brilliant smile, his voice so handsome it was almost mesmerizing, yet still faintly revealing weakness.
“I’m injured today and need to rest, so dinner will be handled by Ran Ran.” He didn’t argue further, clearly seeing my heavy expression. Under his cold gaze, he still mischievously smiled, like an eternal boy, but who knows what lies behind the mask—
I kept looking at him, saying nothing, because I didn’t want to break his carefully constructed lie, nor did I want to lose control and question him. From the first moment I saw him, a strong sense of familiarity, a voice that seemed familiar, every time I saw him causing inexplicable heartache.
