After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Forest, afternoon.

It's winter, everything is withered, and the moisture condenses into frost.

Psyche rode her horse along the winding path. She was dressed thinly, and after riding for a long time, she didn't feel cold at all.

In the past two days, she wandered in the forest when she had nothing to do.

It's not that she deliberately avoided that person, she just felt that she couldn't control the relationship between them.

She couldn't break it off, she had no other choice but to hide for a while.

With the whistling winter wind blowing on his body, Psyche's face was flushed, and the tip of his raised nose was like a clear grape bead, glowing a slight orange red.

When she was in a daze, she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind, and when she looked back, it was Aldos.

"Psyche—!" Aldous shouted at her from a distance, "So you are here!"

Psyche frowned instinctively.

How did Aldous come after him?She obviously left a little letter telling Agnes not to leak the secret.

Agnes also followed Aldous, panting, and winked at her: no secret.

After not seeing Psyche for a few days, Aldous wished to count the strands of her hair to see if there were any missing.

"How can the princess leave without saying goodbye, do you know how worrying it is...?!"

"Come, follow me," Aldous grabbed her wrist, "The boat has been connected, let's go to sea immediately!"

Psyche was aching from being pulled by his rough palm, and she couldn't get rid of it at all under the overwhelming force of the opponent.

"Adous, listen to me," she could only explain to him dumbly, "...I really can't go with you."

"why?"

Aldous's eyeballs were bloodshot, and his face was very sad, "The princess has repeatedly refused, is it true that Agnes said that she fell in love with that neither human nor ghost?"

His words contained strong contempt, and he wished Psyche would look away to see how stalwart he was compared to that ugly and vicious monster.

Aldos asked himself that although he was not handsome, he could afford Zhou Zheng's burly character.

Moreover, he is also a descendant of the dragon slaying warrior, how can he lose to the guy who has never shown his face?

He has always thought this way—no matter how noble his status is, Psyche is still a woman.

It is a woman who has to rely on a man, and he is the man she has to rely on.

Besides him, who else treats her so heartily?

Psyche didn't seem to appreciate it at all.

"Ados!"

She rubbed her sore wrist, and took a staggering step back, "Can you be more rational? ... Who I like has nothing to do with you, right? I won't go with you."

The matter between Psyche and that person is not over yet, and her heart is still on that person.

Moreover, that person had already beaten her secretly the night before, if she dared to elope with others behind his back, it would definitely end badly.

She seems to be free and unrestrained, but in fact, there are countless invisible threads wrapped around her limbs, restraining her everywhere.

Before the man let her go, it was really a bold and stupid move to want to leave.

Moreover, she had a very complicated feeling for that man... It was unspeakable, sweet and painful. She tried her best to avoid him, but her soul couldn't help but want to get close to him.

These are things that Aldous cannot understand.

Aldos was so bluntly rejected that his fists were clenched and his bones were almost crushed.

At this moment, he was so jealous of the man who stole her heart. —that heart should have belonged to him.

Aldos made an excuse for himself, and said through gritted teeth, "Are you afraid that that thing will come to trouble you? Don't be afraid, I will find him and kill him, and it will be over!"

"What are you talking about?" Psyche felt that he was even more unreasonable, "Stop talking stupid things."

Kill that man?

... If that man is really some kind of stupid monster, with Aldous's bravery, maybe there is still a chance of victory.

But that person is not.

He is a being without birth and death.

Even if Aldous and the man really met one day, the man would not do anything to fight.

He's romantic and sensual, and he doesn't like to kill.

When he wanted to possess her, he would not engulf her violently like a raging fire, but softly and slowly talk about his obsession, eroding her day after day.

From Psyche's point of view, he is a hundred times more difficult to deal with than the rectal Aldous.

Psyche didn't want Aldous to do something impulsive, which would only harm others and himself, and would only increase the trouble.

Seeing Psyche's indifferent expression, Aldous decided that she had empathized with someone else, and felt that the pearl he had raised for many years was once snatched by others.

How could he swallow this breath?

The man gritted his teeth and wanted to use force again.

Agnes at the side saw the tension in the atmosphere, and knew that Aldous' temper would be unstoppable once he lost his temper, so she quickly jumped out to smooth things over.

"Are you hungry? Let's take a rest first, how about lighting a fire and eating something?"

Psyche knew that his sister was justifying himself, so he followed suit.

The three of them built a bonfire by the stream, and while Aldous was gathering firewood, Agnes took Psyche to a secluded place and asked her what happened.

Psyche knew that he couldn't hide his little concern.

The relationship between her and that person seems to have reached a dead end, and there is no way out...

After hearing this, Agnes pondered for a moment, "If you really want to go away with Aldos, there is no way..."

Psyche interrupted annoyedly, "I don't want to go away with Aldous."

Agnes paused, "... Well, no matter what the purpose is. Didn't you say that the man fell in love with you after being hit by the golden arrow of Cupid? Then, let's go to Koliat Island to find love God’s temple, ask the God of love to release the fateful love, restore the freedom of the two of you, and everything will be solved.”

Psyche was silent for a moment.

Go to the Temple of the God of Love and pray for the God of Love to take back his life?

This is a road she has thought about, but dare not take.

What if Eros refuses?

She had always known Cupid to be a free-spirited young man who preferred romantic coincidences to premeditated prayers.

What's more, this marriage was originally bestowed by an oracle.

"Lord will say yes."

Agnes comforted her, "The God of Love is willing to bless Mei, and will never watch you spend the rest of your life with a monster. As long as we pray sincerely and tell the whole thing, it will surely move him and make him take back his life." .”

Psyche thought for a moment, but still felt that it was not very reliable.

She had a vague premonition that it seemed a bit too risky for her to go looking for God of Love in such a hasty way...

Moreover, marriage is a matter between two people. Even if she wants to dissolve it, she has to discuss it with that person, right?

Agnes said, "My dear sister, are you confused? If you had told the man, would he have let you go? Don't forget, he has now been hit by a golden arrow, and you feel sorry for him." The attraction of resistance. Once you tell him, you can't go."

It made sense for Psyche to think about it.

However, she still doesn't seem to have any reason to go, whether Venus will see her is another matter...

Agnes was about to say something more, but Aldous came back with the firewood.

In the presence of Aldous, the two had no choice but to remain silent.

The three of them roasted on the fire, and spent the whole afternoon working together, and dusk soon came to the forest.

Psyche stared at the sinking sun and pulled the rein of the horse.

It's time for her to go back, otherwise she won't be able to return to the palace before dark, and she will have to sleep in the open.

Aldos was naturally extremely reluctant.

"Are you really not going with me?"

Psyche lowered his eyes, "No. Go back by yourselves."

"No, I will not go back," said Aldous firmly. "I know you are here, and I will not leave you. If you do not come with me, I will pitch a tent and live in the forest until as long as you want."

Psyche couldn't help but frowned and sighed.

The dew in the forest is heavy at night, and there will be wild animals from time to time.

"Adous, why are you doing this..."

Aldous held her skirt retentively.

He pinched his Adam's apple and mustered up his courage, even the words of his confession were clumsily spoken.

"I just hope... your husband can only be me!"

Psyche's right eyelid twitched. Maybe many girls like such domineering remarks, but she really doesn't like it.

She sank the corners of her mouth, controlling her expression not to collapse.

Returning from Coryat Island, night is approaching.

Cupid came near the forest.

Angry as he was, he couldn't hide himself, and let Psyche not show his face for a long time.

Because in his opinion, that is also a kind of rudeness, just cold rudeness.

Zephyros accompanied him.

While walking among the clouds, the two chatted and joked, and the cloud in Cupid's heart dissipated a little more than before.

He suddenly didn't want to let go of the golden arrow that was holding in his hand ready to be fired.

——After all, he still longed for Psyche to love her willingly.

He was trying to communicate with her one last time.

If she really refuses to die, it won't be too late for him to use these methods.

After all, didn't she just want to see him?

He let her see it.

Whatever she wants, he will give her.

As soon as the two of them landed, Zephyros pointed to somewhere in the forest not far away, "Hey, isn't that your beautiful woman?"

Cupid's eyes were a little distracted, and he smiled quietly, "Her?"

After a closer look, it was really her.

Among the mottled shadows of the trees, there was another man standing beside Psyche.

The man's huge shadow overlapped hers, and the two stood opposite each other, still talking in a low voice.

The man's hand was still holding her skirt.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zephyros pursed his lips in embarrassment and was speechless.

Looking at the little Cupid next to him, the soft radiance surrounding him has long since faded, and the originally deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, staring at a distance not far away was incomparably dull.

His snow-white hand was half on the bark, and the bark was pinched several inches by his whitening joints.

Zephyros had never seen such a gloomy look on his friend, and he wanted to persuade him, but he didn't dare to persuade him.

After a while, Cupid's hands drooped heavily.

His slender eyebrows slanted upwards.

Ok.

He didn't know that there was such a resentful couple hiding in the forest.