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The soul is pierced with wind-breaking holes, which suck away all the warmth in a whistling manner.

This cold wave was so violent that Regulus was in bitter cold all the time since the moment he left Wenxiu Lord's dormitory.

He left in such a miserable state that his thoughts were obvious.

At least it can't be pointed out, at least it hasn't been pointed out.

Regulus leaned against the tightly closed door, and his whole body slid weakly to the ground. The moment he touched the cold ground, he felt that his body was colder than the ground.

What a cold night.

Regulus was shivering in the warm dormitory.

He supported himself on the door panel behind him, and after failing several times and falling back to the ground, he stood up awkwardly, staggered to the table, and eagerly raised the teapot, wanting to pour hot tea into the teacup. His fingers trembled weakly and the tea spilled all over the table.

Large amounts of hot tea flowed down the rim of the cup over his skin, scalding it and causing blisters. The boy seemed unaware and was only angry at his own disobedient body. He simply put down the teacup, raised the teapot high, and pointed the spout of the pot at his mouth.

The boiling hot tea poured into the esophagus, and the warmth that had just risen quickly disappeared from the cracks deep in the soul.

He kept waving his arms, trying to catch the warmth in the air that was flowing away from the depths of his soul, but he caught nothing and left nothing.

He looked around helplessly at his familiar yet unfamiliar dormitory. In the dim room, the fire in the fireplace was the only light he could see.

Regulus walked to the fireplace in a hurry, scraping the chair beside the table on the way, and the friction with the floor made a heavy and harsh sound.

The flame in the fireplace in the Slytherin dormitory never goes out all year round. Regulus watched himself getting closer and closer to the light that would never go out. He reached out his hand to touch it, and the flames licked his palms and fingertips.

He just felt colder and colder.

He felt the stinging pain from the burning on his hand, but there was no temperature. He lowered his eyes and looked at his burned hand, he wanted a hug.

Outside the window was a black lake with giant octopus tentacles clinging to the glass. Many mermaids came over to look at the only light at the bottom of the lake.

The mermaids didn't know what the young man in front of them was doing. They discussed in groups of three or five why he touched the fire and why he didn't say a word.

Regulus looked at his burned and scalded skin, and only untied the hairband at his wrist, wrapped it around the wound, and wrapped it around his palm and fingers.

This was the only warmth he could feel now.

He raised his hand with an infatuated and nostalgic expression, lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against hers, and kissed her with his lips, trying to absorb more warmth from the soft and silky fabric.

The mermaids in the Black Lake pointed at him and talked. Their looks were as if people had discovered his thoughts and were mocking him for overestimating his own abilities, accusing him of having the same thoughts about the person his brother liked.

But they are not human, so Regulus can act recklessly in front of them. His cold gaze sweeps over them, and the destructive cruelty scares the mermaids in the lake so much that they flee in all directions.

The curtains were tightly closed, and Regulus no longer had to restrain himself. The tie that bound his throat was untied, and there was no longer a layer of cloth between them. The hairband was held in the boy's palm, and it was wrapped around his neck little by little, sticking close to his skin.

Soft and silky, with a hint of warmth, like Wenxiu Lord's hand was strangling his throat, controlling his breathing.

Regulus exerted force with his hands, greedily tightening the headband. He was craving for more, and his face turned red due to poor blood circulation. After releasing the headband, the boy took a deep breath of air, and every breath was filled with the smell of blood, which made him grin with satisfaction.

After laughing silently for a long time, Regulus calmed down again. He took out the candies that he had carried in his pocket for a long time, opened them, put them into his mouth one by one, chewed them, crushed them, and swallowed them into his stomach.

It was a familiar sweetness, the same sweetness that Wenxiu Lord loved.

Staring calmly at the dancing orange flames, he still felt cold.

He had idolized Sirius since he was a child, admired his intelligence and bravery, and admired his courage to break the rules.

He was cowardly, unable to give up too much, and worried too much. He valued his family, relatives, and family honor. This destined him not to become a free bird at will. This was the shackles that he tied for himself.

So he never fought for anything. As long as his brother liked something, he would give it to him. He placed another self on Sirius. He hoped that Sirius could always be free and unrestrained, taking another self with him.

He longed for freedom, but was imprisoned by himself.

It was Wenxiu Lord who opened a crack, allowing the spring breeze to blow into his closed world and injecting it with splendor and color.

The boy's letters made him understand more interesting things in this world and realized that there are many paths to choose in this world.

Just as he admired Sirius, he was deeply attracted to Wenxiu Lord, even though they had only met twice.

After school started at Hogwarts, every word and sentence in Sirius's letters was about the boy. Listening to Sirius talking about the silver-haired boy every day, his mind gradually sketched out the boy's outline, appearance, and expression.

Amid Sirius's love, he yearned and longed for, and began to covet the treasure that did not belong to him.

He was no longer satisfied with correspondence. He tried every possible means in his entanglement and tried every possible means in his hesitation.

Every word she said was meant to learn more, and every action she took was an effort to get closer to the boy.

Warm breezes blew into his dark and cold world, carrying the scent of roses that danced in the loneliness.

As a Blake, he is never satisfied.

(As a Black, he was never satisfied.)

He began to want more, not just a hint of rose scent. He wanted to enter the house, to touch the warmth, to rely on the heat radiated by Wenxiu Lord to warm his soul which had been under the ice for many years.

But he couldn't, Wen Xiu was the person Sirius liked.

"I should not fight for what my brother likes."

Regulus reminded himself of this every day.

He should be a blessed spectator, but his soul is attracted, his reason is fleeing, and his heart is clamoring to become a shameful thief.

He controlled his reason, restrained his heart, and bound his helpless soul with chains.

As time went by, he found that the more he restrained himself, the more out of control he became. His body controlled his heart, and his mind was sinking, but his soul had already escaped and followed Wenxiu Lord day and night.

He discovered sadly that the closer he got, the more he desired, like a wild beast that could never be satisfied.

The beast within him grew stronger, feeding on his love, and on the night of the Sorting, merged completely with him.

He didn't want to just watch, so he stood beside Wenxiu Lord step by step, hiding his despicable thoughts and becoming the boy's most loyal believer.

In the end, he succeeded, and no one noticed his thoughts. He stood next to the young man, their bodies were separated by millimeters, but their souls were thousands of miles apart.

Wenxiu·Lord, I am never satisfied.

(Vinci Lord, I am never satisfied.)

Everything was messed up today. A trace of regret flashed in Regulus' eyes. After today, Sirius and Severus would definitely be more wary of his approach to Vinciu Lord.

He had to come up with a foolproof plan and continue to deceive everyone.

'Brother, I will not fight with you. I will only be his loyal follower and devout believer.'

He stretched out his hand and scratched the blisters on the back of his hand unconsciously with his nails, popping them one by one and tearing off a piece of skin.

"So, it's understandable that I get close to him. After all, I've already sacrificed a lot."