What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

Fu Ying sat on the sofa and tilted her head to look at Song Shu who was leaning down beside her, rolling up some turkey noodles covered with hot sauce and cheese with chopsticks, and put them into her mouth to chew slowly.

Although Song Shu was eating noodles, his lowered eyes did not show any satisfaction or happiness because of the delicious food.

Fu Ying stared at her intently as she finished the plate of noodles and started drinking milk in big gulps.

——『Visionary Eyes』, Xiaoshu, what did you see and hear, and why did you have such a big reaction?

Fu Ying was thinking silently in her heart. She saw Song Shu finish drinking the milk, throw the box into the trash can, and take the dishes to the kitchen.

The sound of water came from the kitchen. Fu Ying's fingers slid unconsciously on her knees. Although her face was calm, the air pressure around her was slowly dropping.

The subtle changes could not be hidden, and Fu Ying really couldn't stand the empty space she was in, even though there was still the sound of water in the kitchen.

She wanted to follow Xiao Shu closely.

Indeed, I did so.

Song Shu put the washed bowls and chopsticks away in the cupboard, then turned around and saw Fu Ying standing straight at the door, staring at him without blinking.

"It's getting late, let's go to bed." Song Shu wiped his hands, walked over and held her hand.

"Can you still sleep at night?" Fu Ying didn't move, just looked down at her.

Song Shu said calmly, "Well, maybe. If I really can't sleep, I'll just go out on patrol."

She used some strength to pull Fu Ying forward.

"So, what did Guo Xingde let you see?" Fu Ying said.

Song Shu didn't reply to her.

About four or five seconds later, Song Shu turned around and said to Fu Ying: "Since it is the 'Phantom Eye', it is naturally the greatest desire in my heart."

It seemed as if some invisible pressure was accumulating in my heart, trying to break through the skin and get out, but couldn't find a way out.

Fu Ying's voice could no longer maintain its composure: "Then tell me what your greatest desire is. Don't hide it from me. Don't keep it to yourself."

There was no emotion on Song Shu's face. She just looked at Fu Ying calmly, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking at the moment.

Obviously the two people were so close.

They were still holding hands.

Why do I feel that our worlds have nothing to do with each other anymore? When we look into each other's eyes, I can't see into their hearts.

An insurmountable distance was born.

Fu Ying's irritability and anxiety rose even more, and her tone suddenly became urgent and strong: "Why don't you speak? Don't look at me like that."

"What kind of hallucination did you see? Is there anything you can't tell me? Why did you feel sick and vomit after the hallucination? You also retched when you had a nightmare. Did you see the same hallucination as in the nightmare?"

Every question was as sharp as a knife. Looking at Song Shu's silent and icy face, Fu Ying was determined to force him to tell something.

"Xiao Shu, no matter what happens, I will help you."

"..."

Song Shu's expression showed a slight fluctuation.

The corners of her mouth seemed to bend but not quite, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but Fu Ying still found it difficult to guess her mentality.

"Thank you."

Song Shu reached out and touched Fu Ying's face, his fingertips sliding along the contour of her face, as if an electric current was passing through it, passing along the fingertips to her body.

Fu Ying: “…What?”

Song Shu's slightly frowned brows relaxed, and there was a familiar tenderness in her eyes. She smiled without saying a word, but just stood on tiptoe and kissed Fu Ying's pursed lips.

Then, her fingers left the soft cheek without any reluctance, and she walked towards the bedroom.

Fu Ying stood there for a while, her mind full of thoughts -

Something's wrong! !

She rushed over and pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Song Shu standing on the bedroom windowsill with the window open.

Fu Ying's mind went blank, and without thinking, he shouted:

"Xiao Shu!"

Song Shu just turned his back to her, looked out the window, and stood there motionless for a long time.

Tonight, the moonlight outside is a little dim and the sky is extremely dark.

"What? Do you think I'm going to jump off the building again?" Song Shu moved his fingertips lightly, summoned the wine from the carton in the corner, took it in his hand and prepared to open the lid.

"--Stop drinking!" Fu Ying strode over, snatched the bottle of wine, and threw it into the box under Song Shu's not-so-gentle gaze.

However, the wine bottle was lifted up by an invisible force and slowly fell into the box.

The pressure accumulated deep in her heart turned into a storm. Fu Ying endured it, and slowly clenched her hands into fists until her knuckles turned white.

"You are not in a good condition right now. I have reason to doubt that you will do this." Fu Ying finally calmed down her impulse and said patiently and gently, "I think you are not in a good condition."

Song Shu's dark eyes moved, and she shifted her gaze to Fu Ying's throat, and then down to her heart.

She reached out and touched Fu Ying's heart.

"Then you can try using your special ability."

Song Shu raised his eyes and met Fu Ying's worried eyes.

"Am I still like you said..."

"Simple, innocent, a person without hatred, a kind person."

"..." Fu Ying looked at her indifferent expression and whispered, "I already know your past."

"Because you know my past, do you think I have hatred? Yes, Fu Ying, I do have hatred." Song Shu withdrew his hand and put it into his coat pocket. His eyes and brows revealed a gloomy look similar to the self in the hallucination.

"But, to me, they are not worth a glance, not worth my attention, they are nothing."

"I just want to live my own life well, even if others think I don't have a vibrant vitality and a positive attitude towards life. I just live, just like that."

"No one is worthy of my heart-wrenching hatred, but now, I have found someone to vent my hatred on."

Fu Ying looked at Song Shu and heard him say something in the most calm tone that puzzled her.

"That's me."

"..."

“Hmm…”

Fu Ying felt a lump in her heart when she saw Song Shu smiling again.

"Replace hate with love, Xiaoshu," Fu Ying said, "that's what you have to do."

Song Shu gently stroked the hair in front of him and just shook his head when he heard that.

"Fu Ying, you are the last person who should say this."

She lowered her eyes.

Pity, sadness, ridicule, and self-loathing.

"Your special ability is 'Absolute Hatred', which means you survive by devouring the hatred of others."

“So, you must never have only love.”

"You have to continue to hate."

“And I will do the same.”

Song Shu closed his eyes and felt a slight burning sensation in his stomach.

Fu Ying breathed softly and did not respond.

After a long time, something gently covered Song Shu's head.

——That is Fu Ying’s hand.

Song Shu opened his eyes and saw the tenderness in Fu Ying's eyes, as well as the determination deeper inside.

"You can hate anyone, including me."

"But you have to love yourself."