"You were very sharp ten years ago, you are softening"
Afeng paused, taken aback.
Then he turned his gaze to Huajin in a corner of the table. Then he continued to eat in silence. When Huajin mentioned it, he noticed it too. While thinking this, he continued to eat.
The writer, on the other hand, was quietly eating his dinner. He was trying to stay in the background as if he wasn't here.
Jian, who was sitting right next to Huajin, did not touch the fork. He was even quieter.
"What happened?" Seeing that she hadn't started eating, Huajin finally couldn't help it.
"You...you're not eating" Jian was distressed and worried. Was the master sick?
"Haha, I can't eat"
Same.
His master had given the same answer when he was alive. "Why ?" Why ? He had asked before, but never got an answer.
"It's okay, eat your food," she convinced him by rubbing her head.
Jian silently lowered his head. He couldn't understand. He never saw his master eat. Was it anorexia? It was actually really weak.
"Are you anorexia?" He asked without thinking. Really worried.
"No" she smiled but didn't answer.
Anorexia? If not, what was? Wasn't he human? But every living thing needed food. It was a problem caused by his master.
He began to eat quietly. Seeing that he was a good boy, Huajin couldn't help but rub his head again. He acted indifferently, thinking that the matter would be forgotten because Jian was a child.
However, after dinner, Jian had already cornered the writer. "What is wrong with him ?" He looked like he was going to choke if he didn't tell. Maybe he was getting paranoid.
"This is…it's normal for him. Eating is, on the contrary, harmful to his body. He doesn't consume anything but liquids."
"Why ?" He couldn't understand why?
"Well, he was abandoned by his family." Amanda didn't know where to start. But Jian had dragged him and stared at him, closing the door. His "start over" watchful gaze exerted pressure.
***
Jian could not even understand how he had returned to the room. The room was empty and alone. His eyes were red, as if what would have happened if he had been here before? She wanted to support him.
Now he understood that he did not know any information about his master. Starving for 10 years? What if he died?
If his family hadn't been killed, Jian wouldn't have waited a second and sent them all to hell one by one. Torture? Exploitation? Even when you were a kid?
He was worried.
He lay back on the bed. As usual, the most intense smell in the room was on his bed. He buried his head in the pillow habitually. He didn't know anything about his master. In fact, while with him, he even created an image as if he had never experienced a childhood. As if there were no children.
Fortunately he didn't die.
But Amanda had told him that even if he died, it would be okay, that he could cast a reincarnation spell with his power.
Wait...
Reincarnation.
His master was more mature than before, compared to his current state. Now he's younger in spirit...what if...then?
What if his master was reincarnated and opened his eyes during his time? Shock died at this thought. So was that master in his youth? Wait a minute...
What if this isn't really the illusion crystal?
Was there a way to learn fast? He was deep in thought...
***
Amanda was nervous. It wasn't too hard for him to guess Jian's mindset. He realized that he saw this place as a dream and not as real. What if it causes chaos by saying it's a dream anyway? He couldn't allow this. She should give him a clue...so he brought up the subject of reincarnation with a slight hint. He was apologizing to Huajin, but if this crazy freak got mad, he might even try to kill Huajin to get out of the illusion. She felt compelled to do this.
***
"There is a way"
There is a way if it is in the crystal or not. Crystal is made up of dreams, no matter how realistic. Dreams are dreams in ways with reality. Surely there was a deficit. Every emotion can be felt in Krisgal, except one emotion; desires.
It was the emperor Huajin who devised it, and it turns out from his experience, as someone who has never been in a relationship, he clearly could not harbor such desires under illusion. Even the simplest relationship... he knows his master was so stupid in these matters. Inexperienced and inexperienced.
Even a simple holding of hands should therefore have seemed absurd in this kind of illusion. But the human body is felt, and holding hands wasn't the only meaning of desire. Then there can only be one step forward; kissing.
He buried his head in the pillow, his face red from head to toe. The scent he smelled made his head spin, making his ideas fly more wildly. He can't... he can't. Even though he didn't show it because he was in his lap, his heartbeat was extremely intense just because their bodies were in contact. It was a very rapid progression, in his previous life he had only 3 skin contact with his master in his life. Now it was... overabundant. He couldn't, what if he did? How would his master look? Even if it wasn't real, the disgust on his face would have darkened his life.
His body was freezing from head to toe, his face pale. He was getting more and more daring, and he greedily wanted more. But it can't go like this...
-To be continued-