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The scenes that happened that night seemed to have become the nightmare that Wenxiu Lord set for Tom Riddle.

It made him feel like he was falling into the abyss even when he was awake.

Even every breath of air he breathed now smelled of blood mixed with burnt smell.

The scarlet eyes became even redder. They had not rested for too long, and the whites of their eyes were also red, as if they were soaked in Wenxiu Lord's blood.

His eyes were staring blankly at the white quilt, but in Tom Riddle's world it was red, the color of Vincent Lord.

The bright red tears dripped onto the ethereal soul, making a tinkling sound.

The tears flowed down along the shape of the soul, corroding a hideous wound on Tom Riddle's chest.

It was exactly the same as the blood stain that night when Wenxiu Lord stood in front of him and vomited blood that sprayed on his gray-blue shirt.

Blood and tears quickly filled his soul, causing a buzzing sound in his ears.

It was a mixture of Vinci Lord's and Tom Riddle's torment to himself.

I am not a traitor

"Who else could it be but you?"

【Why don’t you believe me】

"I never believed you."

【I love you so much】

"..."

Why do you treat me like this?

"You betrayed me."

You don't love me

[Voldemort, you don’t love me…]

There was no response from Tom Riddle, and the voice screamed hysterically in his ear.

【Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love me? ! Why don’t you love me? ! ! Why don’t you love me!!!】

【How could you lie to me!!!】

Tom Riddle did not respond to this question, which sounded like the howling of a vengeful ghost.

He didn't have the emotion of love, so how could he really fall in love with Wenxiu Lord?

His eardrums bulged and Tom Riddle had a splitting headache from the constant shouting.

Seeing that he was in such a state and refused to give an answer, the voice unexpectedly calmed down.

[Sure enough, you have no heart]

The clear and melodious voice of Wenxiu Lord rang in my ears.

[I don't love you anymore]

I Hate You

The voice was like a spring that cleared Tom Riddle's mind, and the words he spoke made him stand in the winter wind and snow.

【Tom Marvolo Riddle, I hate you. 】

The voice was neither sad nor happy. When Tom Riddle heard it, he felt a sense of emptiness as if something very important to him was suddenly lost.

What is missing?

The feeling of emptiness almost swallowed Tom Riddle, and he began to panic for no reason.

It felt like there was a bottomless pit inside him that could never be filled, and it made his heart palpitate.

Suddenly, he fell into a boundless space that was all white.

There was no exit, only whiteness all around.

And the only color in this space, Tom Riddle himself, is also being assimilated and faded by this space.

It was not until he merged into this space that Tom Riddle realized that he had lost nothing.

What he was desperately looking for was something he had never had since he was born into this world.

It was the color given to him by Wenxiu Lord.

Now everything has returned to its original state.

Tom Riddle was once again the child that no one loved and no one cared about.

He is a freak who is hated by everyone in the orphanage.

In the eyes of the Death Eaters, he is the heir of Slytherin who can lead them to the pinnacle of pure-blood glory.

After knowing the truth, ordinary wizards saw Voldemort as a bloodthirsty, cruel and tyrannical person.

{This is the right way for you.} A deep and magnetic voice beckoned.

{You shouldn't have this obvious weakness of Wenxiu Lord.}

"He is not a weakness," Tom Riddle retorted firmly and quickly.

He never considered Wenxiu Lord to be his weakness.

The silver-haired young man was very powerful. He was the one he had chosen early on, with the sharpest sword and the toughest shield.

The voice sneered, "Now that he has fulfilled his duty as a shield, there is a risk that he will betray you. You should get rid of him."

The wand appeared in Tom Riddle's hand, and in front of him was the unconscious Venthu Lord.

"No, I won't give him the chance to betray me. If he stays by my side, I will help him achieve eternal life. Together, we will stand at the pinnacle of power in this world. We are both in the eternal night."

{You've fallen in love with him.} The voice was firm.

"No..." Tom Riddle retorted hesitantly.

{Then why did you stay by his bedside? Why did you take care of him? Why were you afraid that he didn't love you? Why were you afraid that he would leave you?}

The voice asked each question more pointedly than the last, but Tom Riddle could not give an answer.

{Why do you always find excuses to let him go.}

"because……"

{snort.}

The voice snorted coldly and then disappeared.

The pure white space changed, with flames shooting up into the sky, thick smoke billowing, and heavy rain pouring down.

The rain stopped and choking white smoke filled the air. Tom Riddle stood there, unable to move.

He saw it.

I saw Wenxiu Lord's stumbling bloody footprints, and saw him fall to the ground and then struggle to get up and continue moving forward.

Tom Riddle, knowing what would happen next, couldn't break free from his restraints, so he wanted to open his mouth to remind him, but when he opened his mouth he found that Wenxiu Lord didn't respond to his words.

It was as if there was a barrier of time and space between the two of them, and he could only stand there and watch.

Look at Wenxiu Lord screaming at the top of his lungs.

Look at him standing in front of Tom Riddle.

The moon was bright and its light was particularly cold and dazzling. Tom Riddle saw very clearly the lip movements made by Wenxiu Lord before he vomited blood.

It's 'me'.

'I' what?

Tom Riddle already had the answer in his mind.

'I am not a traitor.'

The silver-haired young man was covered in blood. Even if he used all his strength, he could not touch the cheek of his beloved, nor could he say the words to prove himself.

The picture disappeared, and Tom Riddle, who had merged into pure white, looked down at himself in astonishment.

He saw himself change color.

It was the color of Wenxiu Lord—warm and moist blood red.

The voice sounded again.

｛Because you fell in love with him｝

Tom Riddle subconsciously wanted to deny it, but his body was out of control and he raised his hand to cover his mouth.

He can't speak.

The pure white ground in front of him turned into surging mud, and gradually turned into a person in front of Tom Riddle.

It's him.

{How could I fall in love with him?} The voice was puzzled.

{I actually fell in love with him.} The voice mocked.

{I love him. Voldemort fell in love with Vince Lord.} His voice was firm.

{He is my fiancé, and I promised to love him.} The voice's persuasion was reasonable and well-founded.

{But he won't love me anymore...} Tom Riddle's voice murmured.

"Wake up Lord, Lord? Fudi wake up!"

The pure white space began to shake and shatter. A dazzling white light flashed before his eyes, and Tom Riddle slowly opened his scarlet eyes.

"Vodi, how are you?"

A clear and familiar voice came into his ears, and something soft brushed against the corners of his eyes and cheeks.

"Wenxiu." Tom Riddle held Wenxiu Lord's hand holding the handkerchief and sat up straight. His voice was hoarse as if it had been polished by the coarsest sandpaper.

His wrist was grabbed, and the silver-haired young man shrank subconsciously and let Tom Riddle hold it, looking at him with a worried look.

"Lord, why are you crying? Did I hurt you because I didn't block those two spells completely?"

Wenxiu Lord looked more worried than afraid, his silver-gray eyes were filled with anxiety and worry as he glanced back and forth at him.

Knowing that Wenxiu Lord was afraid of pain and death, Tom Riddle thought about the thousands of reactions he would have after he woke up.

But there is no such thing.

"I'm not hurt." He first calmed Wenxiu Lord down, then asked his own question. "Why?"

Why stand in front of him, why still love him.

Holding Tom Riddle's palm and placing it on his cheek, Wenxiu Lord looked at him intently, as if the person in front of him was his world.

"I love you more than my life."