Priscilla

The evening wind shuttled in the dungeon, making a 'huhu' sound, as if telling the century-old loneliness of the unmanned dungeon.

Lala ignored them with grief on her face, and turned her head to quickly rush into the underground passage like a huge maze from the shouts of the others behind her.

For a long time, she has spent an unknown number of years in this dungeon.

Year after year, day after day, I don't know what the outside world has become, and I don't want to know.

Her only hope is that someone will come here again to hear her euphemistic singing.

However, one day hundreds of years ago, when the last snow of winter was falling in the sky, a teenager broke the tranquility of the island by riding a magnificent boat.

His whole body is silvery white, stepping on the heavy snow of goose feathers, his pale and delicate face is extremely cold, like the king of ice and snow, elegant and noble, without a speck of dust in the rolling world of mortals.

He is alone with a kind of loneliness that cannot be tolerated by the world, and wherever he goes, it seems to be as dead and quiet as a frozen snowfield for thousands of miles.

Many animals that originally lived on the island ran away.

She stood on the hillside and watched him coming from a long distance. She didn't know why her body repelled this snow-like boy. Whenever she tried to get close to him, she would feel severe pain all over her body.

So they never talked.

Although it was so far away, she could always feel the way he looked at her every time he walked onto the island.

Bitter cold.

During those days of waiting alone, she once wanted to let the person who only came to socialize in spring and winter take away her 'holy', and let her be with this dungeon that the world has long forgotten Go to sleep.

However, the "holiness" in her body seemed to be against her, as long as she had the slightest thought of wanting to get close to him, her body would start to lose control, making her paralyzed and unable to move.

For the first time in her life, she felt so powerless.

She kept screaming, wanting to vent, lying on the ground covered in filth and guilt in the empty dungeon, staring at the moonlight shining through the mottled ceiling in a daze.

Ice-cold, transparent and pale, just like the silver-white boy, quiet like the purest snowflake in the world, which cannot be held in the hand.

The distance between them is more than just the section between the beach and the hillside, it's like a cloud and mud. . . . . .

Gradually, when she was finally able to move, a day and a night had passed, and she knew that the boy had already left.

Hundreds of years of loneliness taught her to wait, and his appearance taught her what it means to be powerless.

It turns out that some people and some things are not what you can get if you want to pay.

Although she no longer expected to meet the boy face to face, every year when spring was approaching, she would run to the hillside hoping to see him.

It's a pity that he doesn't come every year. Sometimes he comes every 3,4 or 5,6 years, sometimes he comes every 10 or [-] years, and sometimes he doesn't come every [-] years. Every time he comes, he only stays for one day and then leaves.

She didn't know what he came here for, and several times she saw a few figures that were too tall to be human on the big ship.

Who is he?

She sat on the hillside regardless of the weather, for a few days, thinking about these things that she didn't really care about. The only thing she cared about was that he would come next year?

In the early spring who did not know how many years ago, she sat on the hillside and waited as always, hoping that the familiar ship would appear on the horizon.

But she waited for a dying little boy lying on a wooden board.

It took her a lot of effort to pull the board that held him to the shore.

Gu Zelu, who was already too weak to speak, was not as beautiful as the pure white boy. Several huge tumors grew on his small head, even covering one of his eyes, making him extremely ugly.

He struggled to open the only eye he could open, and she saw her grimy face in the blue sky after the rain.

At that moment, she subconsciously wanted to escape, but when she just turned around, she found that someone had tightly grasped the corner of her clothes.

She turned her head and looked at the hand that was slightly white because of too much force and was stunned. She was obviously too weak to speak, but she still used all the strength in her body to hold her.

"Don't...leave...don't...leave me...alone..." His eyes were full of pleading, afraid that the person in front of him would leave him.

She looked at him, a feeling of bitterness and sourness spread in her heart. That night, it seemed that the loneliness in the world suddenly disappeared, and a hollow place on her chest was slightly hot.

They are like two wounded beasts licking each other's wounds, abandoned by the whole world, they depend on each other and comfort each other.

Because of Gu Zelu's arrival, she felt that the gloomy island seemed to light up suddenly, and they would laugh happily while picking wild fruits from the trees in the jungle.

Under the starry sky, he pulled himself to point to the stars and told himself the stories he heard from others.

The half-sala begged herself to stay with him until early tomorrow morning, but she fell asleep on her lap first, and did not see the dawn.

There are many things left by humans in the dungeon, and he seems to be very interested in the kind of sparkling gems. Every time he picks them up and puts them in the deepest part of the dungeon. He said that these things can make them be happy.

Although she didn't understand why, how these hundreds of years of glowing stones would make them happy, but since Gu Zelu insisted, what's the point of collecting some stones.

The dungeon is very large and can hold many, many things.

The originally empty and terrifying dungeon became their playground. Gu Zelu was fascinated by the game called 'hide and seek' when he was a child.

She has lived here for hundreds of years, and she can walk out of the underground city with her eyes closed. Gu Zelu is just a child, and she is not familiar with anything when she just came to the island. Let yourself find the place.

Slowly she found that the later she found him, the happier he would be, and the tighter he would hug her when she found him.

She likes the feeling of being hugged tightly by his small body, so she deliberately stays where she is for a while before looking for it.

Once she waited too long, and before she started looking, she heard Gu Zelu crying.

She ran over to the sound, but was thrown to the ground by him.

He buried his head in her chest, unwilling to stop crying.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

He cried until he almost suffocated, his nose was red, and he said sobbing.

"Fool."

She touched his head with distress, and began to quietly sing lullabies to him again and again to lull him to sleep.

Happy days always passed so quickly, she almost forgot how she lived alone in the dungeon back then.

With Gu Zelu by her side, the passage of time seems to be so dispensable, if not watching Gu Zelu slowly transform from a boy not reaching her waist into a teenager.

She might never realize that it had been so long.

"You know? Lala, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Gu Zelu sighed again and again as he gently combed her blonde hair with a golden comb he found in the city.

She just shook her head with a smile.

If he had seen the boy, he wouldn't have felt that way. At that moment, she began to look forward to the early spring of next year again.

Will that boy come this time?

Gu Zelu gradually grew taller than her, and in the early spring of this year, the boy finally came again.

Excitedly, she pulled Gu Zelu and ran up the hill.

Watching the boat that had not been seen for almost 5 years slowly approach the shore, the beautiful young man who was still in silver all over got off the boat and glanced at the hillside where they were standing.

Different from the indifference in the past, there seemed to be a bit of surprise in the eyes, and there was also a faint smile.

She smiled kindly at the young man. If it wasn't for his appearance, she might just stay in the dungeon forever, and wouldn't be able to save Gu Zelu in such a timely manner.

She couldn't be more grateful to him.

At this time, Gu Zelu, who had been clasped with her fingers, suddenly let go of his hand, looked at her with a complicated expression, left her and walked back by himself.

From that day on, he put on the mask of an ordinary man he picked up from nowhere, wore a cloak that covered his eyes, and became silent.

His attitude towards her has also become far away, she doesn't understand why it has become like this, she only knows that every time he looks at her eyes, there is sadness and strangeness.

"Lala, you are so beautiful, I... don't deserve you."

His voice was low, and the face covered by the mask made it difficult for her to see his expression.

She wanted to tear off his obstructive mask and cloak, but his resisting eyes made her unable to do so.

"Gu Zelu... are you in pain?" She gently stroked his masked face and asked softly, "Is it because of me?"

He closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"I see."

She exists to make people forget the pain. If she makes you suffer, then what reason does she have?

"I'm not like a human being. Even if I lose my limbs, I can continue to live as long as the 'holy' remains."

She picked up Guzeru's hand and attached it to the holy chest, "Hey, Guzelu, if I make you suffer, just take out what's inside."

"No!" Gu Zelu withdrew his hand violently, looking at her as if he didn't know her.

"Gu Zelu." She looked at her empty hand, not daring to lean over rashly, and lowered her head hurt.

Could it be that he couldn't even touch himself? . . .

She felt as if her heart was being grabbed by someone, and the pain made her unable to cry out.

Suddenly, she was held in his arms.

"Lala." She heard Gu Zelu above her head calling her name in a low voice, as if she was trying extremely hard to suppress something.

"Gu Zelu, don't leave me alone." She grabbed his clothes and begged.

She hid her golden hair in a huge pointed hat, and deliberately made herself dirty, returning to the way she was before she met Gu Zelu.

Thinking that they would be as close as ever.

Gu Zelu still slowly became silent, but he no longer pushed her away. He, who became bigger than her, always hugged himself on his lap, recombed her hair, and pushed her back again. Into a glamorous look.

The diaphragm between them could not be broken no matter how hard she tried.

In the early spring of this year, the snow fell heavily, and Gu Zelu was already seriously ill when winter came.

She didn't dare to leave his side for a moment, she knew that Gu Zelu might leave her.

She had never been as desperate as she is now, and after she tried to be warm, she was back alone again, which made her terrified.

"Lala... take me to the beach where we met." Gu Zelu, who was seriously ill, finally regained his energy today, and this was the first sentence he spoke.

"No, you're sick." She refused without thinking about it, worrying about his concern.

"Lala... Cough cough. Cough cough." He coughed violently, but still insisted on going again and again.

She couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she excused herself to get water for him and left.

Walking alone in the dark tunnel, she remembered that today was the day when the boy came.

Distraught, she ran up the hillside, wanting to take a look at the boy who seemed to be able to freeze everything.

Wondering if he could freeze his own sadness too.

This time she didn't have to wait long before seeing the flag of the magnificent ship appear on the horizon.

She silently watched it gradually approaching under the heavy snow, waiting for the boy to come out of the boat.

At this time, unexpectedly, she saw a familiar figure struggling step by step towards the beach where the big ship was docked.

"Gu Zelu!!" She called his name loudly on the hillside, but unfortunately he seemed to be unable to hear him, and just continued walking step by step.

She anxiously wanted to raise her legs and run down the hill, trying to pull back the desperate person.

But starting from her right foot, her body suddenly became paralyzed!

he came!

The holiness in her began to take her body out of control again, and she slipped and rolled down the hill.

His whole body was buried in the thick snow and he couldn't move.

"Gu Zelu!!! Gu Zelu!!!" She shouted Gu Zelu's name, desperately trying to get up, but her body was still stuck in the snow, and the falling snow even slowed down her vision. Slowly covered.

Gu Zelu, who is still sick, will be cold to death in this kind of weather!

She screamed Gu Zelu's name helplessly, now she wished to tear the holiness out of her body and throw it away.

Guzeru. . . . . .

When she had shouted to the point where she could no longer make a sound, Daxue had already stopped.

She was lying in the snow, half of her body was covered by snow.

The world suddenly became very quiet, as if everything was dead.

The body of the puppet will not feel the cold, nor will it get sick. If it is broken, it can continue to be used as long as it is repaired.

But humans are the same, they will get old, get sick, bleed after being injured, and die if they are too sick, just like those humans who used to live in the dungeon because of the plague.

If she stayed here forever, would her heart be frozen like everything else?

Gu Zelu is dead, so it doesn't matter if she stays here. . . . .

'pop'

There was the sound of a branch being trampled.

The sound of human footsteps approaching slowly.

She felt a pair of warm hands brush away the snow on her body, and gently picked her up from the snow.

He hugged himself in his arms and whispered softly in her ear, "I found you."

There was a hint of tiredness in the voice that had become old.

That's what she said when she played hide-and-seek with Gu Zeru when she was a child and found him.

She smelled the faint smell of blood on his body.

I don't know if it was snow or what, a drop of hot liquid dripped on her eyelids, and slowly slid down her cheeks.

Hey, Guzeru, where are you hiding this time?

The author has something to say: writing some lesbian memories is a little bit abusive.

Will have some candy in the next chapter. O(∩_∩)O