The time on earth is very different from the time in hell. He would spend a day here, the time spent in his world would be equal to 3 times. That's why he first calculated to stay in his world for 1 day, 1 week would pass according to the plan.
The time he had to spend here was just today. The thought was to leave tonight.
By the way, they arrived here yesterday, having spent the night with Nanren in the castle. Since it was pretty late when he got here...
Nanren and Yun had woken up this morning. It was because a little brat had 'revived' them early.
He was also unfamiliar.
This is Hell, there are thousands of demons to intrude on Shura's castle.
And this is Hell, there are tens of thousands of demons to 'welcome' Shura's guests.
When Yun and Nanren awoke, they were shocked by the woman who had greeted them warmly and suddenly appeared.
Her name was Leina, she was Shura's mother here. More precisely, the adoptive family of Shura.
Therefore, Yun did not show any rude gestures towards him, but was more attentive than he had shown the others. Even though he didn't show it, he cared for his brother and the family that could put his brother down... deserved the respect.
***
The night of the first day, about 8 hours ago.
An hour after Yun and Nanren got here. Yun and Shura's conversation was over.
Because Shura was 'perfectly hospitable', she sent Nanren and Yun to the same room, a double bed.
Nanren:...
Yun :...
Yun didn't mind that, after all, until he came here, he was used to waking up in the same bed with Nanren every day.
So he calmly walked to the bed.
***
At the same time, Yifan asked, "Who was that bastard, wife?" trying to look 'innocent'.
Shura "Bastard?" He chuckled and said "Good definition" and then sat on the bed.
"My sister"
Yifan was surprised. The person who even entered his wife's dreams was that man!
But he was instantly relieved as they were related by blood. Then the red-eyed silhouette of Nanren immediately appeared in his mind. His lips slowly lifted up.
Will he tell?
Never!
Now he understood how Anastasia felt likewise watching him. This is quite...
It was fun!
Shura, on the other hand, sat on the bed silently, thinking about talking for an hour.
"Our family is alive," her elder sister's words surprised her. She had been apart for so long that she couldn't imagine the hope and the time she spent with them.
Moreover, it was as if Leina had truly become his mother, this was her real home.
If it weren't for this place, he might be straying in the streets, drunk at every moment, running from one war to another, perhaps miserable...
In a shambles, still living with his own delusions...
The family with real blood ties that he would feel alien if he saw her now.
He was a little distracted.
This is how the first day ended.
***
"Y-Yun?" He was pushed to the bed!
"Um!" Was he kissing her?!
Just as Nanren is about to respond...
Hofan had burst into the room with a gun in his hand.
"How do you do that!" He was awakened by jumping on the bed when he shot at the ceiling.
Nanren:...
Nanren, perhaps from the tiredness of prolonged sleeplessness, perhaps from his heartbreak to Yifan...
This night's dream was quite strange.
***
It was still dark when he awoke from his nightmare. Nanren lay idly on the bed as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, feeling the presence of the body lying next to him.
She turned her sleepy eyes to him.
Messy white hair, slightly parted lips...
When he closed his eyes, his lashes looked puffy, he had dense lashes.
Moreover, as he slept, his usual stern expression disappeared, his face appeared softer.
She blinked a few times, then bowed her head and approached him. Normally, Yun was quite awake, but he did not feel his presence. Something seemed strange about him. The entire trip had given him enough time to confirm that. It was like… somehow the cancer was real and it was getting worse.
But he didn't seem to be as seriously ill as a cancer patient.
He stretched out his arms and hugged her, his body quite cold. He knew this, his hair and lashes were all white, like snow.
His body temperature was always cold, as if representing winter.
Even his emotions treated people coldly and distantly.
The skin color is transparent and white as a pale glass.
And even the scent is comforting but not warm, refreshing. It was as if it represented winter, down to its smell.
He didn't normally like blue eyes, but he couldn't help but be fascinated when his eyes, which oscillated between navy blue and the lightest blue, had all kinds of brilliance.
And this moment...
Dreamy.
Let alone now, she thought that she was hugging him peacefully, that in the future she would not even be able to look at him. He closed his hazy and unfocused eyes, his breathing softening slowly. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.
-To be continued-