Uncertain how long had passed, the air, without a single cloud, began to become abnormally cloudy.
Before long, heavy rain fell. The fine sand got wet and clung to the white hairs strewn across the sand.
It looked like gold dust in the silver hair, pure and shiny. Drops of water glide through the silk like pearls, sparkling gracefully.
Pale skin and red lips actually looked harmonious, even if they contrasted abnormally.
The drops slowly slid down his face, flowing lightly to the ground like tears. His face is still, with a slight loneliness and alienation.
He was staring out of focus with his introverted mood and soul-turned eyes.
Little droplets of water wet the eyelashes, and those eyes were hazy like mist in the valley.
The abnormally fragile and pale appearance became transparent, as if the light veins on his face were evident. The blood-red lips were not as bright and vibrant as they seemed. It was pale and tended to turn slightly purple, as if leaving a trace of sickness.
There was an inexplicable sadness between his brows, and those eyes were tinged with depression, as if he was completely isolating himself from the world.
Drops of water piled up, so much that it flooded. The dent appeared as if the mud had settled, and a pure, flawless pond appeared out of nowhere. It's like it came out of nowhere, like the rain is the only key to this mysterious secret.
But he was immersed in his own world, as if he hadn't noticed it at all.
He didn't want to move at all.
He didn't want to do anything either.
What did he not know, this uncomfortable feeling that swept through him, raged, burned his whole body...
He trembled slightly, as if afraid to close his eyes. With trembling, drops of crystal water trickled from the fine lashes. The thin trail of water slowly glided along the jawline, flowing down the collarbone, and finally disappeared.
He knew this feeling all too well.
Waiting and doing nothing. Not being able to do it, having to be patient and have patience.
Wait.
Wait until your soul dies in the barbed wire. Wait until the blood weeps and collapses. Just be patient. Complaining didn't work, after a while you became numb and just speechless.
Not being able to resist and waiting for your soul to rot. It would be so quiet that sometimes you felt disgusted with life, feeling your weak pulse.
Because this is a moment of despair.
It would not wear down a person to fight to the death and resist in adversity. Not being able to resist and that feeling of helplessness would wear out. Not being able to throw out that fire that was burning inside, so that it just keeps tearing itself apart.
You would just drown in the air, was there a need to sink into the water? Your chest tightened and your lungs contracted.
Now it was as if he was going back to those days involuntarily. The trace of logic was gradually disintegrating and fading, crumbling into dust.
In a complete collapse.
As the moon reflected in the bright and clear pond in the sky, faint voices seemed to be heard, but he did not react at all.
Hallucination, he told himself.
It's a hallucination, as he often saw when his parents died. For denying it until he went mad and was on the verge of insanity. Because he poisoned himself and consumed enough medicine to be hospitalized.
It's just a dream, don't get your hopes up. When your hope is destroyed, you lose the only breath you can hold on to. Don't believe it.
He shrugged his shoulders and buried his head completely in his arms.
The family he had seen only a few days ago seemed like nothing more than an illusion.
Sometimes it is so realistic that it feels pain, pure sadness and happiness too.
That's why it's so unbearable.
When you wake up one day, the thought that your whole reality has collapsed and you are left alone in this world with only your lies made him shiver.
"System..?"
His voice trembled vaguely.
Oh no.
He will open his eyes and the man in the white coat will greet him. People will grab his arms and force him to swallow medicine.
No, no.
The chemical will flow through your veins and take effect. Heaven will turn into hell in a moment. His usual happy and peaceful life will go without a word to his family!
No!
He will open his eyes to reality and say to him, it was just a dream!
Just a dream!
All his pain, sadness, pain, purpose, happiness, all the sacrifices he made for his sake and all this...just a dream?! In a word...in a simple word, they will all be trampled on!
As if mocking him, laughing at all his desperate efforts, all his merits will be humiliated with just one word!
Patient!
Mad!
Like the beginning of the mentally ill!
Are you kidding me ?! Are you kidding me ?!
He closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to open them. Waking up looking at a white ceiling and facing everything... He didn't want to see that moment, he didn't want to!
I swear to God someone would dare to tell him it was just a dream and kill him as long as there was someone to stand in his way!
The sounds of walking, hidden under the sound of rain, seemed to accelerate. It gradually increased and finally a pair of long legs stopped in front of it.
His eyes darkened, as if he were about to faint, as he seemed to see the white piece of clothing stretched out a little blurry to the floor. It was as if the last bit of vitality had been snatched from her already pale skin.
The man bowed slightly.
Yun bit his lips. He stared into the face of the man he had seen blurred with a hint of aggression and madness hidden under his brows. Finally, the corners of his eyes were red, he had a demonic appearance with his sickly pale skin.
He was about to attack the man when finally warm palms warmed his cheeks. The soft scent seeping through the smell of rain seemed to pacify him, causing all his strength to be withdrawn from his body instantly.
He didn't move.
Thin fingers outstretched, he closed his eyes. His other hand rested on the back of his head, and he pushed it lightly, resting it on his shoulders. When Yun finally fell into this strange embrace, his brain was already paralyzed.
The familiar scent lingering at the tip of his nose seemed too real to him to be an illusion.
One hand remained on his head, while the other hand was slowly praising his back. It was as warm as the hand of a caring mother soothing a restless child.
It was so hot that in his barren world of endless desolation, and his ice-cold, cold-sick body, it seemed as if he had finally taken a painkiller, easing all his pain in an instant.
His eyes slowly grew heavy, but he stubbornly refused to close them.
This too was a dream.
A dream that is just a sacred lie!
As soon as he closes his eyes, everything will end, darkness will descend upon him, and in the end, he too...he too will go.
Unbeknownst to her, she wrung the man's clothes until her fingers turned white and her veins appeared.
The man whispered softly in her ear, as if sensing his uneasiness.
"Sleep"
His voice was clear and soft, as if he had been baptized with morning dew.
His nose was burned, the corners of his eyes were hot and wet.
But he stubbornly refused to let go and sleep too.
When the man finally seemed to feel the wetness on his shoulder, he whispered a slight desperation and the tenderness hidden in his voice, indulgent patience. "Come on, sleep" he continued with a soft persuasive tone "Just sleep, leave everything to me" with a persuasive tone.
Yun finally couldn't resist his exhaustion and his eyelids dropped slowly. But before she fell asleep, she instinctively hugged him tightly, as if remembering something. Even in his sleep, he clamped his arms around his waist like iron and refused to let go. She felt restless when he pulled her arm away and instinctively resisted.
The man was helpless and lowered his head and couldn't help but a glint of distress in his eyes.
If he had come later..
He closed his eyes and moved on. Slowly, he advanced until the water filled his footprints in the mud puddles.
Nanren supported the hip of the person in her lap with her arms. Because he had his feet completely wrapped around his waist while he was sleeping, and with such a stance, he was slowly sliding towards the ground without a headlight from a barracks holding trees.
The corners of his lips twitched, and he finally supported the boy with his arms and continued walking.
He slowly approached the lake. The water was like glass, transparent and beautiful without any impurities. His feet stepped and he entered the water.
He walked forward, feeling the coolness and movement of the water on his feet.
His body sank to the bottom as he was fully submerged, strangely both still breathing.
Instead of getting out of here immediately, he informed the AI that he had found it first.
Of course, artificial intelligence soon became a concentrated body in front of it.
It wasn't hard, after all, this was in the digital universe, which meant it was in its territory.
Artificial intelligence, or Haimi Touka as he was called, appeared before him. With a genderless body, long light purple hair and violet eyes. There was a petal of cherry blossoms under her right cheek, and her eyes were red-orange as if painted around. His lips were thin and straight, but above all he was looking at the man opposite him with a hint of mockery.
And with a condescending tone.
Nanren lifted her head to feel his gaze and, sensing the disdainful expression, lowered three eyes slightly towards her.
Nanren "..."
This stance is... a little...
Not a little, it was too inappropriate!
He swears he had no bad thoughts and didn't even realize it until Haimi arrived. Just...just...
His face was instantly painted red and he unconsciously wanted to avoid it. But it held on tight, and it rose with a strengthening rather than loosening trend.
The two bodies are so close together that Nanren realizes that even his own breath has long been mingled with that of the front.
His Adam's apple moved, and the sound of swallowing in this quiet time was so distinctly noticeable.
He couldn't help but blush even more.
"Tsk-tsk, roommate, next door neighbor, wake up, if you don't wake up you will be miserably exploited until you have no bones"
Haimi lowered his head and solemnly spoke into Yun's ear in an evil tone.
She couldn't help wrinkling her nose as she took an ominous and vicious glance from the man, "Bah! You seriously, tsk!" Haimi frowned, shaking his head with the air of an old grandmother who said with a disapproving look where youth is going.
Nanren resisted her itchy hands and tried to persuade herself not to beat him. At least he shouldn't, shouldn't, while someone is sleeping in his arms!
"Well, I'm not someone who has as much free time as you so I don't have the time or the psychological defense to see two of you disgusting doves meet in tears. You just carry on, pick up where you left off, I'll quietly back away from this uncertain environment without vomiting he he" He disappeared in an instant after a suggestive grin.
Nanren was stunned, as if he didn't expect this awkward situation to get even weirder with just the two of them alone. She stood stunned for a while, not knowing what to do.
Details she hadn't noticed before were becoming clear, she. The head on his shoulder, the itching of the warm air blown into the neck, the skin under the hand he put on his waist, which he wrapped with one arm, gradually burning his palm...
Cold lips were touching his skin, it was cold but it was burning him like hell!
The body holding him was so weak that he could lift it with one arm. She frowned, going to fix her diet and fill the menu with more nutritious stuff. It was supposed to have a little more meat after all! This weight was a little too light.
Moreover, it is always cold and clearly indistinguishable from a floor standing air conditioner. This body is extremely fragile in this way and disturbs the person in such a way that he cannot know when he will fall ill and go to bed.
Fragrance...this fresh unique scent..
It is like a flower that blooms in winter. It is clear and clean, misty and intoxicating like wine. It is addictive, clearly a sweet scent.
Nanren was already confused, I don't know when he was sitting he didn't even dare move.
The person in his arms moved a little, as if dissatisfied with his place, and after he settled himself in his arms, he drifted back to sleep peacefully.
But Nanren was not at all peaceful.
The act a moment ago seemed to have been staged, as if to remind her that the person she openly loved was officially sitting on her waist. His body tensed and he turned his head.
Quietly, redness was climbing from her neck to her ears.
His whole body was on fire, and his throat was stupidly dry. And his brain... ah, he was already offline...
-To be continued-