another day.
The second day that Ji comes to his family.
The air is clear and clean. The warm rays of the sun hit the person in bed. The shadow of closed lashes reflected. The white feathers gleamed sharply as if they were made of crystal.
Her slender, erect but small nose, pale pink lips, smooth skin, and flawless face softened in the warm orange light.
He seemed softer than his always-appearing rough, harsh temperament.
The white hair in particular was curled, resembling cotton candy.
White feathers stirred, lashes unfurled, revealing a bottomless pair of eyes blurred and deep as the abyss.
The strands of hair that fell on his forehead gleamed like white gold, involuntarily exuding a genuine temperament in contrast to the lazy look.
Sapphire's eyes slowly cleared.
He slowly sat up and reached for his phone.
Meanwhile, the old fox—the cunning—grandfather who had already been returned from the nurse had arranged for him a higher-spec phone.
It's 07:46
History
25/04/652
My eyes are stuck on history.
Time passes slowly.
I sighed as I lay back on the bed.
What a monotonous life, emotionless, soulless...
The emptiness inside me has always been there. I couldn't get used to the absence of my family or the peace of this place.
It could be said that I lived to live, and how long I lived is debatable.
"Start new task"
[Ding, the penalty for quest failure: 1-week quest failure]
Yun:...
What am I going to do then?!
Since arriving, the only subject he has been burdened with has been duty. He cannot adapt to the world he already feels alien to. What can he do in this place where he doesn't belong?
[Give a short vacation? You work hard anyway, I'll think you're addicted]
[Stop!]
[You...are you serious?!]
His tone rose suddenly. The system was enraged by what it suddenly realized.
[You were addicted to drugs in your world, now you started smoking for a while, now you realize... are you obsessed with duty instead of smoking! Are you crazy Yun? Don't be ridiculous, people have to balance everything or it will collapse!]
Yun then lay still on the bed, ignoring the thousand-word text he said.
He's bored.
It's like torture.
"I will spin the wheel"
Maybe something will come out to relieve your distress?
[Wheel ticket: 1 pc.
Are you sure you want to use it?]
"hmm"
[The wheel is spinning...]
[Ding! Congratulations! New scenario piece obtained!]
Yun quickly got up from the bed and picked up the piece of paper that was starting to materialize in the air.
The paper he held in his hand trembled, those thin fingers trembling if you looked carefully.
[ 3 years left...
Apocalypse!
The moon was covered in blood, the atmosphere was polluted, and life ended.]
[People have relied on technology to live.
Life has changed, life has changed.
The world was corrupted, the waters brought destruction, and shards of the sky fell and slaughtered the city]
Blue eyes trembled like an earthquake as the script came to an end.
The script threw him on the bed like an atomic bomb.
Unwritten...
The part he didn't write! The part that is depicted as the apocalypse, which is the main subject of the fiction!
He thought this part would start 7 months later. But if it will start after 3 years, what will it be that will start 7 months later?
His only guess was the romance between the main character and the girl character.
He squeezed the script as his eyes gleamed with gloom.
***
By the time he left the room, he had already spent half an hour absentmindedly.
He took a step back and frowned slightly when he saw Elena approaching him.
Elena hadn't noticed it, it was a really small gesture.
As she hugged him, the scent of vanilla from his nose made his eyes shine with longing and pain.
Her mother also smelt like vanilla, as she often did cakes, pastries, and desserts.
Couldn't hug.
"Are you okay ?" Noticing her dullness, Elena asked the question that made her feel awkward.
"I am good"
"Okay," her dimples formed when she smiled. She looked at him frostyly on her cheek, her mother also had dimples...
He didn't like dimples, but his mother's was very sweet to him. He often pinched his cheek...
She was in a trance, and when she couldn't help but raise her hand, she regained consciousness and lowered her hand back.
Elena "?"
"Shall we go shopping ?" Yun gave a low "hmm" when Elena finally remembered her purpose for coming.
There are 6 more days, a hard and boring hell from the first day...
Maybe going out would help him clear his head.
When he entered the room, he did not realize that behind him his mother was staring at his back for a long time.
As a mother, of course, she noticed her child's awkwardness and alienated demeanor. She sighed, she said, all she could do was be slow and gentle.
***
While the water was running from the faucet in the bathroom, he poured it into his hand and hit his face violently.
Strands of white hair softened with the wetness, then paused for a moment absentmindedly after a few times.
He looked in the mirror.
This face...
How different was it from reality?
She studied every inch of it, to compare, but realized she couldn't remember her previous face.
Blurry.
His previous memories are blurred, his face is blurred, his name is blurred, and he doesn't remember his mother's face or his family's.
Slowly it became his only reality.
He turned off the tap and left the bathroom.
***
Unlike the woman who eagerly grabbed his hand and tugged, "Come", the tug-of-war was calm.
It can be said that it is a large residence of the Ji family. Big and wide. Even the servants had private rooms to stay in, while a few guest rooms were still left unoccupied.
The garden was also magnificent, the red rose garden of the white castle-like house was stunning. It gave the feeling of being caught in the middle of a sea of scarlet flames, the roses were alive and bright.
It gave an elegant feel.
There was A black Bentley stanstandingtrasts with the hard and poor memories of his previous life.
But he still couldn't help being unfamiliar with all this. It was so disturbing that it made his soul weary, like a vampire who has been exploiting his soul ever since he came to this world.
It can be said that he lived alone before Ji came to his family. It didn't cross much with Limma, the tenant spent most of their days outside or in their room. He also had no free time.
He was busy and had no time to think.
But now he is so empty that he thinks all the time. Even if he doesn't want to...
Unlike torture.
***
Bentley stopped.
Elena took his hand and walked slowly, although excitedly.
When they arrived at the store, Yun stood in surprise, not realizing when he had arrived.
He was speechless as he surveyed the surroundings, not familiar with such 'rich' places.
First, he had a few ready-made clothes from private brands inspected. When Elena saw him in clothing, she got excited and got even more energetic.
Her son is so beautiful!
Whatever she wears suits her!
So they hadn't noticed and had already had several large bags in an hour.
Still, Elena was reluctant to end here, after all, it was the first time she'd been close with her son like this.
He sighed weakly, looking into the soulless and pale eyes of the beautifully dressed boy in front of him.
Finally, he couldn't stand it and nicked his forehead.
Yun grabbed his forehead in shock.
"Come back from the Pacific Yun!"
He grumbled, saying that his mind was not there.
"Come on, let's get some special pieces made for you now"
He spoke as he made his way to another simple yet elegant-looking store branch.
Yun looked after the woman and softly followed.
"Welcome" was met with neither enthusiasm nor indifference at the door. The demeanor of the person who greeted them was calm but attentive.
"Here you go," the woman calmly accompanied him.
By looking at Elena's movements, she realized that she was a frequent visitor.
"Young master," the woman saluted, pulling the tape measure from the drawer.
She nodded in greeting, though she didn't recognize him.
"Let me take your measurement" Yun allowed him to measure as he acted on his instructions.
"We have several new models. They match your measurements, beautiful stitching, and bespoke design. Would you like to have a look?"
Elena cheerfully agreed and looked at the clothes. He carefully studied each design. While she was thinking about which one would suit her better, she decided on an outfit with the help of the woman.
A white lace-embroidered shirt. A blood-red stone brooch to match the shirt, a somewhat simple yet elegant design with silver buttons on the sleeves was chosen.
The trousers were combined with a navy blue color and a blazer with a burgundy jacket.
He took the clothes and went to the cabinet. He pulled the curtain, fingers touching the clothes, rubbing the fabric several times.
Quality.
She changed her pants first. His back was to the curtain. She was so distracted as she took off her combed cotton that she didn't even hear Elena call out to ask something.
Elena couldn't help but pull back the curtain without feeling a little worried.
His hands shook violently, his body trembling, he stepped back. It made him stumble as if he had fallen a few steps into space.
What he saw was a bare back.
A body is full of scars.
Just by looking at these traces of the past, a picture of horror was felt, in which the flesh was covered with blood.
-To be continued-