Free Web NovelChapter 1941: Chapter 473: Bitter Life, Illusory Dreams (5)
The wood lattice suddenly retreated to both sides, followed by another wall of wood lattice quickly moving aside, revealing the inner wood lattice wall.
The woman calmly and composedly walked out through the doors, not knowing how long she had been walking until the last door opened. The room was square with a low couch against the wall, the gauze curtains fluttering, and in the dim light, it seemed there was someone lying on the couch.
The woman smiled and walked over to kneel by the couch, lifting a corner of the gauze curtain to reveal the person’s true appearance.
It was a man.
He was asleep, even in his dreams, his brows and eyes were not at peace, as if dreaming of something terrifying, his brows knitted tightly.
The woman smiled softly, extending her long, fair fingers to gently stroke over his eyebrow peak. The man’s looks were undoubtedly very handsome, yet they bore the marks of time’s vicissitudes. Wrinkles lined the corners of his eyes, his mustache around his lips had been shaved clean, yet there was still a faint stubble blue and hidden. As her fingers brushed past, it was somewhat prickly.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, confusion flickering in them for a moment, and mumbled: "Yiyi...."
The woman smiled softly, appearing as he remembered: "It’s me."
The man widened his eyes in disbelief, suddenly pulling her tightly into his arms, hot tears streaming down.
"It’s you, it’s really you, I thought I was dreaming...."
The woman lifted her hand to gently pat his back, her touch full of comforting power, her laughter sweet: "It’s not a dream...."
"Brother Shen, it’s me." With the landing of the woman’s gentle voice, this title took him back to a long time ago, the images buried deep in his memory rushed forth in an instant. His mind couldn’t take it, suddenly clutching his head as he toppled onto the couch, groaning in torment.
The woman’s expression didn’t change, her fingers gently kneading his temples: "Is your head hurting again?"
The man suddenly grasped her hand, his eyes reliant and burning: "Yiyi, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...."
He repeatedly said sorry, suddenly clutching his head and bashing it against the couch, ’thump thump thump’ resounding.
"I’m not human, I’m a beast, I hurt you... you are my own sister... how could I do such an inhumane thing...." His voice was laced with a kind of tearing pain.
The woman’s gaze remained gentle as the spring breeze in April, she held his head in her arms, smiling: "Brother Shen, I’ve never blamed you."
The man raised his head in disbelief: "Really?"
The woman smiled, caressing his face: "Even if we are siblings, so what, I love you, and you love me, that’s enough. Even if societal norms can’t accept us, so what? I don’t care...."
"Don’t let those external things bind our desires...."
The man’s eyes were dazed.
The woman leaned on his chest, her fingers slowly brushed over the skin of his chest, "No one and nothing can ever separate us again." freewebnøvel.coɱ
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In the end, he conceded.
The only and last impulse of his life.
Step by step, he walked to the bedside, looking at the girl half intoxicated and half pained, her pale cheeks blushing like rouge, charming.
He stretched out trembling fingertips, just as they were about to fall on her cheek, his arm suddenly seemed blocked by something, unable to fall, a sense of dread struck him again.
The next moment, his body suddenly flew out, crashing into the wall, then heavily falling down, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
A silhouette suddenly appeared in the void, cloaked in black robes, surrounded by black mist, as if a ghost.
In a blink, it flashed to his front, a long hand extended from the black robe, seizing his neck and lifting his whole body.
A familiar feeling... exactly like that night.
"Are you human or ghost?" At this moment, he wasn’t panicked, but calmly asked.
The other’s fingers tightened, he instantly couldn’t breathe, cold hostility spread through the room, he knew, the other harbored murderous intent.
"Touch her, and I’ll make sure you never rest in peace." A low, cold voice from the man echoed, like a voice from Hell, full of murder and bloodlust, making Lorde’s heart tighten.
"In your hands, I admit defeat, but at least let me die knowing, who exactly are you?" Lorde squinted and asked.
"My name, you are not worthy to know." The man pinched his fingers, Lorde felt his breath growing tighter, his eyes rolled back...
The man released his hand, and Lorde collapsed to the ground as if a heap of mud.
"Mm...." The girl’s painful voice resounded, each wave striking Yan Song’s heart.
