After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Psyche was walking on the sacred and steep mountaintop, and in front of her was a thick golden mist, which made it hard for her to open her eyes.

She felt that she was lost, stuck in it, and couldn't find the way out.

After going around for a long time, a golden palace appeared in front of my eyes.

There was a man standing in front of the golden hall.In the dense clouds and mist, he could vaguely see a pair of wings, and his back was as holy as an angel, and the light shone all over his body.

It's him.

Psyche was overjoyed to see her acquaintance, but no matter how much she shouted, he couldn't seem to hear her.

Finally, Psyche ran over and patted him on the shoulder.

He turned around slowly, and what he revealed... was a hideous and terrifying face like a skull, with dark green thick juice flowing.

He chuckled, held her wrist, and drew his sharp claws towards her heart.

what! !

Apollo sneered, "Stupid mortal, this is what happens to you if you think you are right..."

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Psyche opened her eyes suddenly, and took a big mouthful of air, sticky sweat soaked her skirt.

it's a dream...

She had dreamed of him, and this was the first time she had dreamed of him.

Psyche rubbed his swollen head, wondering why he had such an unimaginable dream.

The palm of her hand cooled down inch by inch, she was stunned for a moment, the scenes and objects in the dream were still vivid in her mind, even the feeling of being torn apart was so real.

This dream had a warning color, as if it wanted to tell her something.

Psyche picked up the crock and took a sip of cold water.

It's already bright.

She slept alone on the cold, hard and rough straw mat in the post house, her clothes were intact, only her hair was a little messy.

If it weren't for the light and shallow kiss mark on her cheek, Psyche would really suspect that that person never came last night.

He is like an illusory shadow, coming and going like a gust of wind, leaving no trace...

There was another muffled knock on the door.

Psyche's nervous train of thought was suddenly interrupted, and he opened the door, where Aldous was standing.

There was a layer of frost on his dark face, the black was rosy, and his bull-like figure blocked her tightly.

The other party hesitated to speak, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Last night...was anyone here?"

Psyche's forehead twitched suddenly.

She made a slightly suspicious expression without any trace, "Well, are those spies from Chloe coming again?"

"Not a spy." Aldous interrupted, scanning the inside and outside of the inner room with eagle-eyed vigilance.

"Strange." He muttered to himself.

Psyche frowned slightly, guessing that Aldous had heard some of the voices last night, so he came to knock on the door early in the morning.

"Is it true that no one has sneaked into your room?" He asked again, with a strong tone, as if he believed his ears.

"Adous, you're too nervous." Psyche's face remained calm, "After you came back... I always feel that your temper is a little more irritable than before."

Aldos couldn't ask anything, so he left angrily.

Psyche looked at his back, she didn't know why she had to cover up for that man, she obviously told the truth just a matter of little effort.

In order to prevent Aldous from taking her to sea, Psyche had to pretend to be sick to delay the time.

Fortunately, Aldous is a rough guy, and a little poor acting can hide him.

Psyche was languid all day, brooding over the oracle's prophecy.

She felt more and more that she should no longer linger in the tenderness of that person, she should withdraw as soon as possible and get away from that person.

Otherwise, those terrible words on the oracle will come true.

When her sister Agnes heard what happened to Psyche, she gave her an oil lamp.

The oil lamp is made of a special wick, which is lit at night and is as bright as day.

Agnes said that if she really doubted it, she could shine a light on the man's face while he was asleep, and everything would be revealed.

Psyche's first reaction was not to dare.After all, he had told her many times not to look at his face... If she disobeyed his order, he would definitely be angry with her.

She couldn't understand, if he was really a normal person, why would he be so stingy with his face?

The only answer...maybe as the oracle said, he is a monster, a demon.

Psyche is like a person whose feet are sunk in mud, trapped in the mist, unable to see a single bit of the truth.

On one side is the stern exhortation of the oracle, on the other side is him.

She was caught in a dilemma, and she had to find a balance.

Psyche asked Agnes to keep it a secret and not to tell Aldous about it, because she didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

After that day, Psyche was hypersensitive, and whenever there was a slight sign of trouble, she thought it was him who had come.

But after two or three days in a row, she did not see him.

Hmm... Maybe he really stopped by to see her that day?

The reason for pretending to be sick is running out, Aldous has been urging her to go to sea.

Until the last day of the Dionysus Festival, the citizens of the city-state played with water by the stream and lit the lamps, and the stars all over the sky in the paint sky were lit up, and thousands of stars shone together.

Psyche didn't like to get wet, so he dragged the boat in the small lake alone.

Aldous was worried about her safety, and like a follower, he insisted on accompanying her on the boat.

Psyche couldn't hold back him, but he could let him.

Anyway, she didn't really want to row a boat, she just wanted to take advantage of the cool breeze on the lake to soothe her mind.

On the boat, she and Aldous chatted for a few words, but the words were not speculative, and the two basically talked about each other.

Ardous babbled on how dangerous it was to stay in the city-state, and tried to persuade her to leave as soon as possible.

Psyche listened absent-mindedly, his mind preoccupied with other things.

Suddenly, Aldous' voice stopped.

A ray of snow-white light suddenly shines behind her, and her shoulders are pressed down heavily by a pair of soft hands.

"It's so late, why are you still rowing?"

Psyche turned his head quickly and fell into his arms.

Although the moonlight was as bright as a candle, the mottled tree shadows and the reflection of the lake water leaked on him at the same time, which inevitably blurred his figure.

Psyche was slumped on the boat, and Aldous was still there, how could he dare to appear in front of her blatantly?

He caught sight of her expression, and his body flickered slightly, only to see Aldos paddling frozen in place, motionless.

Psyche's eyes widened suddenly.

He smiled jokingly, half knelt down, held her face in his hands, and gently pressed her forehead against her forehead.

"It's really not easy to see you once, there are always some messy people around you." He said with a little reproach, scratching her slippery face, "So, go back quickly when you've had enough fun, I'll see you too It can be more convenient."

Psyche's attention was still on Aldous.

She couldn't believe it, "Why did he move?"

He said lightly, "It's just a small trick."

Psyche was silent, she knew he was not human.

There are ripples on the surface of the water, floating with subtle fragrance.

She couldn't help thinking of the oracle again, and the oil lamp that Agnes had given her.

If he spent the night alone with her, she might secretly light a lamp and see his face.

Although this step is difficult, if she doesn't take this step, she will always be kept in the dark and feel uneasy...