Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

kind.

Those were the peaceful years that he cherished so much.

If it is possible, he wants to sit there and listen to the piano, and it doesn't hurt to listen to it for a lifetime.

A breeze blows head-on, bringing an intoxicating floral fragrance.

It can't teach people to be sober, but it can teach people to become more... sinking in the sweet fragrance.

The sound of the piano lingered in my ears.

The aroma slowly, slowly changed.

He? Seems to smell the fragrance of apricot blossoms.

Light, slightly sweet, if there is nothing.

He? Opened his eyes.

The first thing to see is the wooden beam roof.

He closed his eyes.

A few slices of apricot blossoms floated in from the window and fell on his neck.

very light.very soft.

They got up from the hard plank bed and looked around in confusion.

The warm sunlight came in from the window, and everything in the house felt familiar and strange.

Wooden tables, wooden benches, stove chopping boards, a basket of dried apricot flowers in a bamboo basket in the corner, and tools such as hatchets and shovels, and the bed he slept on in the middle.

The wooden tables and benches were covered with brocade cloth, and the things on the stove were neatly arranged.

The bed was soft, revealing the warm smell after sun exposure, mixed with a little apricot blossom fragrance.

This is clearly the residence of a mortal.

But it looks quite warm.

They walked down from the bed, took two steps, and found some discomfort.

He? He didn't seem to be this tall before?

However, he? Before... Who was he again?

He? Shaking his head.

With a creak, he staggered and pushed open the door of the room.

The outside is a courtyard filled with warm sunshine.

There is a pile of dry firewood that has not been chopped by the wall, and a wooden rack for drying clothes is placed on the open space, and there are still dried clothes fluttering in the wind.

And in the corner, there is a very tall apricot tree, and the thick shade covers a corner of the courtyard.

Tree shadows sway.

Someone was lying on a wicker chair under a tree.

He? Suddenly held his breath.

From their angle, they could only see the man wearing a plain white gown, his jet-black hair like clouds and waterfalls, and the fingertips hanging beside the wicker chair were as pale as snow.

The man sank in the mottled tree shadows, like a dream in the fleeting light.

As if obsessed with ghosts, he walked over uncontrollably.

His steps were very light, lest he wake the man up.

Before approaching, he was taken aback.

He saw a silver mask covering the man's face, making it impossible to see clearly.The man's neck was slender, but there were black burning scars winding on it, destroying the original whiteness.

But even so.

His heart is still pounding.

I wanted to reach out to touch it, but slowly retracted it.

He crouched beside that person, as if just looking at this person, his heart would be filled with a strange softness.

I don't know how long it took before I saw the man's fingertips trembling slightly, slowly waking up.

Subconsciously, he? He said in a low voice.

"... Immortal Elder."

The man's dark eyes looked at him from behind the mask.

Like shiny and translucent jade, it should have a little mist when you just woke up.

Countless mottled lights and shadows were immersed in that person's eyes, but when they were looking at them, they turned into silent and flowing tenderness.

"Why are you staying by my side again?" the man said softly.

It was only natural for them to hold the man's hand.

That hand was pale and soft, even though the sun was warm, it still showed a coldness that was hard to fade away.

He held that hand, trying stubbornly to warm him up, smiled lowly, and said, "Because I like to see you."

Through the mask, he couldn't see the man's expression.

However, she was keenly aware that a touch of red appeared on the tip of the man's ear.

Just a little bit of red, but seeing him? His heart was shaking and his blood was rushing.

He has obviously been with this person for so many years, but at this moment he is still as excited as a teenager.

With a thought, he put one knee on the rattan chair, leaned over and gently hugged the man's body.

"Your body? It's so cold, Xianchang."

He leaned on the man's shoulder and whispered, sniffing the cool and gentle fragrance.

The man's thin and flexible body was right under him, and he felt dizzy as if his head was going to explode, so he couldn't help asking: "I want to make you warmer, okay?"

The man looked at him quietly with jade-like black eyes, and then put his soft hand on his head, rubbed it lightly, and said in a low voice.

"it is good."

The joy and softness in his heart exploded like fireworks, and he wanted to lean forward for a deep kiss, but suddenly felt that he was falling.

The wind rang in my ears.

He opened his eyes and saw the sky full of... statues of gods and Buddhas.

The expressions of those statues are either compassionate, smiling, or angry, everything in between.

But because there are too many of them, it looks very strange.

The feeling of falling stopped.

They found that they seemed to be in a dark and unknown place.

There is no wind and no light.

With every step, the sound of footsteps would echo loudly, shaking through the darkness.

He? Looking at the dome.

There is a twilight in the distant heights.

But the distance is very, very far.

This is where?

Their eyesight is enough to see everything in the dark.

This appears to be the base of a stupa.

There are countless statues of gods and Buddhas engraved on the walls of the pagoda, but the bottom floor, although it is surrounded by statues, is carved with ferocious ghosts and raging flames that are completely different from the ones above.

The karmic fire of hell burns countless evil spirits. Their expressions are frightened and panicked, ferocious and evil, as if they have condensed all the ugliness in the world.

And on the wall of the tower, a very narrow, spiral staircase meanders towards the distant light above.

And at the bottom of that staircase, there was a person sitting there.

If he hadn't really seen it, he? He wouldn't have noticed that there were actually people in this dark place.

How would you describe a person leaning against the stairs?

Probably, like a pile of skeletons scattered there, lifeless, even breathing is inaudible.

His footsteps were so obvious, but that person still seemed unaware.

They thought for a while, and lit the fire with the remaining spiritual power in their bodies.

This time, the man finally responded.

The man's eyes seemed to have not seen the light for a long time, and they were still looking at him like moths to a flame? It seemed.

Even though the flames inspired tears, the tears kept flowing in the dark and empty pupils of the man.

The man had a face that was burnt by fire, black and ugly.

It is more ferocious than the evil spirits engraved on the wall.

The man quietly looked at the firelight and him?

It's hard for him to describe the look in the other party's eyes, but he feels that the other party may regard them as an illusory and rare dream.

...that's why he looked at him quietly without blinking? See.

Even so, the man still spoke.

His voice was dry and hoarse, like a broken xylophone, which he hadn't spoken for a long time.Not nice.

The man said lightly.

"Your Majesty, you are here."