The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

Jiang Yilin was silent for a long time.

——The worst guess... was actually confirmed, and the so-called injury was not so simple.

After waiting for a while, he found that the housekeeper didn't disclose any more information, and said slowly, "Go back first, I want to be alone here for a while."

The butler was hesitant to speak, and slowly glanced at the black-haired young man who was still in deep thought, and finally nodded slightly, leaving the manor, leaving this piece of tranquility to him.

Jiang Yilin slowly manipulated the handle, let the wheelchair take him, and got to know the layout of the whole manor.

When he walked further inside, he found a sea of ​​flowers.

The roses in that sea of ​​flowers bloomed more brilliantly than other places, as if they were blunt, leaving all the vitality of the whole summer here.

And the godfather seems to be particularly fond of roses, they are all rare varieties, and more than ten light pink roses among them have attracted Jiang Yilin's attention.

——It was a strange breed called Juliet.

The dark-haired young man's eyes were a little dazed. When he set his eyes on this bush of roses, he seemed to have a faint feeling for some reason.

——I should have been here before...

——This place seems to be able to trigger the plot line.

Just as he was about to push the wheelchair, he heard a crisp voice coming from afar.

"I've been looking for you for a long time... Brother, so you are here?"

Jiang Yilin turned his head and saw that it was a young man who was speaking.

——This voice... should be the voice I heard when I was unconscious in bed.

The young man looked somewhat similar to the godfather, but on his cheeks, there were some playful freckles on both sides of the nose. Compared with the godfather's cold temperament, he had a more youthful vivacity and innocence.

His hair color should have been inherited from his mother, like gray-green that hazes the entire sky.

The young man walked over slowly and blinked at Jiang Yilin.

"Brother, I'm back."

"I heard from the steward that my brother has lost his memory and wants to know what happened between us... right?"

His smile was sweet and soft, but under the rose bushes, there was some kind of sharp blood.

"My dear brother..."

The boy named Joey reached out and stroked Jiang Yilin's hair.

His fingers are very slender, unlike the godfather who has a sophisticated sense of control when making this movement, the boy's movements are cautious and soft.

"Brother, I don't think it's a bad thing to forget the past—at least now we have a chance to get to know each other again."

"We can also create a better future, create more and better memories... instead of being stuck in the past, don't you think, brother?"

Jiang Yilin looked at him sideways, smiled and said, "Joy?"

"What you said is very reasonable, and I don't like people who are always confined to the past—"

"—But I look down on those ignorant teenagers who are being tricked."

When Joey heard Jiang Yilin's words, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded.

Strangely, when the corners of his mouth drooped down, the innocence of that day disappeared and was replaced by a cold feeling.

Jiang Yilin lowered his eyes slightly, and poured out a cold voice.

The cool voice, like the light of the moon, was forcibly set off by the fragrance of the flowers at this moment, creating an illusion of gentleness.

"Why...you must stop me from thinking about the past? Did you hurt me too? Little Joey."

The young man looked at Jiang Yilin quietly.

Suddenly, Joey slightly curved his lips, and he took a step forward.

He knelt down on the ground, not caring that the mud underneath stained his snow-white trousers.

Joey was like an obedient puppy, lying low beside Jiang Yilin, his jewel-like eyes were condensed with a strange layer of scarlet.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Jiang Yilin's phalanx.

"Brother, you have to believe... In this world, I am the only person who is most reluctant to hurt you—not him."

——He, of course, refers to Joey's biological father...Jiang Yilin's godfather, Auston.

As Joey said, he got up and picked the most blooming and most beautiful rose from the rose bush.

The thorns pierced his delicate fingertips, and bright red blood flowed out.

He put the rose in Jiang Yilin's hand, and the blood oozed from his fingertips dripped onto Jiang Yilin's knuckle-boned hand.

The innocent-looking boy greedily stuck out the tip of his tongue, licking away the blood dripping from the flower branch.

"Brother, I hope you don't get back the memories of the past, just because you don't know anything about it when you wake up..."

"You don't know what you look like now...it's so pitiful and cute."

The boy raised his eyes and poked out his red tongue, like a vampire coming out of a medieval painting.

His tone was so soft that it was weird, like walking on clouds.

"Brother... I want to tell you what I couldn't say on my birthday."

"--roses are the most suitable for you."