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

——I am untouchable to you.

Song Shu leaned on the bed and closed her eyes which had become sore. She wanted to fall asleep at this moment, but once those images and sounds echoed in her mind,

——The road is still long, we will see each other slowly.

An untouchable guide?

The future self has enough power to pass ideas to the past self, guide them, and take the right path.

'Soul Devourer' was a gift, and that was why she was being tracked and attacked.

That was indeed a purposeful transformation, but it was not 100% the will of the Soul Devourer itself.

Everything that Soul Devourer did to her, and everything it did to the base, was because it received the same instructions, instructions from its future self.

And when I live to that time, I will do the same thing to my past self.

So, is this all a cycle?

If this is a cycle...

Who else will be the new gift in this cycle?

In other words, it appeared earlier than "Soul Devouring".

Song Shu thought quietly in the dark space, with her right thumb clasped on the back of her left hand. When she felt the pain, a hint of bloody smell lingered at the tip of her nose.

A force separated her hands and pulled her left hand, which was pinched and wounded, over.

Zi Yi recovered quickly. When Fu Ying touched it with her fingertips, the wound had already become smooth again.

The sound of breathing was amplified in the darkness. After a moment of silence, Song Shu gently withdrew his hand.

Anyone who could get help from their future self would probably be very happy.

Because I knew that I was still alive at that time, and I knew that I had become powerful enough at that time to even control time, space and people's thoughts.

So high and mighty, so arrogant, looking down on all living beings.

Have complete and total control.

But Song Shu wouldn't, she just felt disgusted.

Because she always hated being manipulated, pressured and ordered around.

Especially, having your life controlled by others.

The protective shell covering the flesh and blood in my heart was easily peeled off.

——Who else is a gift?

Unable to think.

——Who else got instructions?

Everything we have now is the result of manipulation.

——Who else?

My future self will clearly know the consequences of doing this.

Over the past few days, she has gradually become familiar with everything around her and has slowly built up a sense of trust and security.

It will completely collapse in an instant.

Lost in the dark sea, her heart would become like that in the illusion.

Will do.

So, who else?

Who else is being manipulated?

Is there anyone else like her whose life is tightly controlled by "unreachable people"?

Who else?

And - the heavy and rapid drumbeats rang in Song Shu's ears again. She stared straight ahead, and her fingers on the quilt moved slightly, then lifted up.

Then, he grabbed the wrist of the person next to him with force, his body trembling slightly.

The purple light from her heart suddenly illuminated the entire dark room, and also illuminated Fu Ying's gloomy face.

"..."

Song Shu grabbed her wrist. Under the purple light, he could see that the corners of her eyes were tinged with red and her eyelashes were sparkling with water.

Fu Ying just sat there, motionless, allowing Song Shu to hold her hand.

—Want to read my mind? Then go ahead, she thought.

Song Shu stared at Fu Ying's face, his lips pressed into a straight line, and the muscles under his eyes twitched violently twice.

There was a fragility in those eyes that had never been seen before.

It seems like he wants to face the truth, but he is also afraid of the consequences that the truth will bring.

Time becomes long.

Fu Ying had no mind to think about anything else. She just slowed down her breathing and waited for what was to come.

Resentment, disappointment, or hatred?

Actually, everything is good.

Because she would never leave her lover like this.

Fu Ying thought quietly, but the force on her wrist suddenly eased.

Song Shu let go of her wrist.

The tenderness from a few hours ago was still vivid in her mind. Under the effect of "Eternal Memory", she could not forget any details.

The desire and affection are real.

To her, it was real.

No matter what, my future self will not be able to control Fu Ying to love her.

Song Shu lowered her head. Her tense body was extremely sore. She slowly relaxed, and fatigue inevitably surged into her brain.

"...Why didn't you read my mind?" Fu Ying asked in a very soft voice beside her.

Song Shu covered his face with his hands and pressed his warm fingertips on his eyelids to relieve his fatigue.

She did not reply to Fu Ying and kept covering her face for a long time.

Fu Ying asked again.

"why?"

Song Shu put his hands down, his face looking calm.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

Fu Ying used her red-level supernatural power to sense the dark aura surging in Song Shu's heart.

She reached out and touched Song Shu's face. There was no longer the sharpness and coldness in her eyes that she had shown when they first met.

Fu Ying touched Song Shu's face and asked in a low voice:

"Do you love me?"

Those who live on hatred are trapped in the cage of love.

Song Shu nodded.

She turned her face away and kissed Fu Ying's warm palm with her eyes downcast.

"I won't read your mind anymore."

Fu Ying was stunned, watching Song Shu lower his eyes and grab her left hand, kissing each finger.

"You have my 100% trust, Fu Ying." Song Shu raised her eyes, giving Fu Ying the illusion that she could see through her soul.

Fu Ying opened her mouth, but suddenly became timid when she saw Song Shu's calm gaze.

She couldn't help but gasp, and her chest was shaking with pain.

Now I have to say it - I must say it!

"I'm sleeping, don't disturb me."

Song Shu let go of her hand, grabbed the quilt and slowly lay down.

The sense of crisis and remaining rationality helped Fu Ying overcome the fear that was surging in her heart.

When she spoke, her throat seemed to be blocked by something. She choked twice and said intermittently: "Xiao Shu——! Actually——actually, that day was not the first time I saw you!"

Song Shu pulled the quilt to his collarbone.

"I-I have the memories of my previous life!"

When Fu Ying said this, she turned her head away evasively, unable to bear to look at Song Shu's expression.

"..."

But the silence in the room was eerily quiet.

Fu Ying's heart almost jumped into her throat. She calmed herself down and turned to look at Song Shu.

A pair of dark, round eyes stared at her.

Just as Fu Ying was quickly thinking about Song Shu's mood at the moment, the latter stretched out his finger and tapped his ear, saying expressionlessly:

"Shafer's 'Flying Sound' is very useful. Good night."

While Fu Ying was stunned, Song Shu had already closed his eyes and turned his back to her.

"..."

Fu Ying lost her strength and looked dejectedly at the back of Song Shu's head.

She realized that she had missed her last chance to confess.