The Undead

Perhaps it was the fine light from the garden fountain, or perhaps an illusion caused by the cold moonlight.

  • He’s a monster, he told himself.

He decided to kill this little monster with his own hands. He placed his hand on the other’s thin neck, and then Noah woke up, beginning to struggle and scream, creating loud collisions; his father rushed over, declaring an end to the murder attempt.

That was when he was eleven and Noah was six.

Since then, he had never been able to get close to Noah while he was sleeping defenseless like today, because approaching him would wake him up. As if the attempted murder that night years ago had left a deep mark in his subconscious, enough to alert his most sensitive nerves even in sleep.

Rommel’s fingers finally descended, brushing past the closed eyelash tips.

Those eyelashes were dense like raven feathers, and hands accustomed to holding guns would develop gun calluses, actually unable to feel such a subtle touch.

But Rommel’s breathing became somewhat tight, slowly leaning down.

When their breaths were less than two inches apart, Si Nan suddenly opened his eyes.

Rommel’s movement stopped, their eyes meeting for seconds. He smiled slightly and sat up: “Noah.”

The anesthetic’s effect was still present.

Si Nan’s gaze was blurry for a moment, gradually focusing on Rommel’s face, slowly revealing a clear, unmasked wariness:

“You… are…”

“Do you remember who I am?” Rommel observed his expression. “Hmm, it seems there are indeed aftereffects.”

Si Nan’s mind was somewhat confused, his chest rising and falling uncomfortably, fever not yet subsided.

“When I saw you lying here just now, I thought of the year you first entered the Florida military’s secret base…” Rommel laughed to himself: “I had already been in the base for several years. One night, while patrolling the dormitories, I went

Luomuel picked up a jar of maple syrup from the bedside, leisurely opened the lid, and scooped out a full spoon of golden sweet syrup under Si Nan’s sudden gaze: “Do you know why you got sick?”

“…”

“Because you lack sugar. Your modified body has a high demand for sugar, otherwise you will quickly weaken, with heart and lung metabolism and respiratory functions being affected. In severe cases, you might even… die.”

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