One-star idol counterattack plan

The party being challenged has the right to choose the content of the challenge.

As the lights on the stage dimmed, the familiar melody sounded, and Xing Dou knew which play Wen Lun had chosen after identifying the clothes on Fan and Mu.

This is a story about fate and choice.

One is the son of an ugly duke with a prominent family background, and the other is the son of a handsome and humble prostitute. The vastly different identities and unique circumstances should have prevented them from meeting each other.But on a rainy night, they met.

The thick clouds rolled and pressed down, and amidst the pattering rain, the sound of passing cars and horses was blocked by the thunder, and the axles splashed gray water, ignoring the passers-by who were affected.

The panting of pedestrians running was covered up. The impoverished and embarrassing black-haired young man was walking in the torrential rain in worn-out and shriveled linen clothes. The cloth shoes under his feet stepped in the dirty water, leaving fragmented dizziness. Rippled out in circles.

Although his whole body was already wet, he still blocked his eyes with his hands in vain, trying to see the road and identify the direction through the gaps in the messy hair.

Pale lightning flashed across the sky, taking away the moment's sight, and the young man's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Yo! Stop!"

"boom!"

At a corner, a black carriage in the dark sky suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, the driver shouted in a panic, but it was too late, the high hooves kicked down from the air, like a boulder falling from the sky.

The black-haired young man didn't have time to react. He subconsciously stretched out his hands to protect his head and face. He was immediately hit by an irresistible shock, let out a painful murmur, was knocked straight to the side of the road, and passed out in the icy rain.Red blood slowly oozes from the corner of the forehead, dripping into the noisy night.

"It's not good, Mr. Ian! We hit someone! Ah, he's bleeding!" The coachman rolled out of the car nervously, checked the situation of the innocent victim, and said in a panic to the people in the carriage, "What are we going to do now, sir!"

The people under the heavy curtains were wearing exquisite white masks, their heads and faces were completely blocked, and their expressions were invisible, but their voice was gentle: "Take him, let the doctor at home look at him. Put him in the car, Otherwise he will get worse."

The coachman nodded hurriedly, carefully picked up the man, transported him to the car, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness!"

The gentleman whose face was blocked didn't reply, and when the driver resumed driving, he turned his head unhurriedly and looked at the extra "guests" around him.

The black hair was wetly attached to the neck and cheeks, making it difficult to see the young man's appearance clearly, but the cold white skin and the extremely beautiful curvature of the jaw seemed to suggest that this was a good-looking boy.

Ian stared at it for a while, then slowly stretched out his white-gloved hand, brushing away those messy black hair.

As if the clouds and the moon were seen, an extremely handsome and beautiful face appeared in front of her eyes.

Slender and thick black eyebrows, delicate eyelashes like butterfly wings, light-colored clear lips, and a tall and delicate nose, this is a beautiful young man in an oil painting.

Facing such beauty, Ian seemed to be burned by the flames, flicked his outstretched hand, quickly curled up and put it away, no longer touching the slightest bit of this embarrassed person, as if touching something terrible , The whole body is hung with vigilance.

The sound insulation of the carriage blocked the sound of pouring rain outside the window, and the interior of the carriage returned to silence.

In the silence, someone murmured heavily: "If..." The rest of the words disappeared under the mask.

The shower had just stopped, and the dark clouds that could not tell the difference between day and night dispersed. The slightly humid air and bright light woke up the young man whose head was bandaged on the bed.

Ian sat on the chair beside the bed, watched the man with god-like beauty open his eyes, revealing a pair of intoxicating emerald eyes, as if he could see the waves of the forest sea in them, he couldn't help but let go The fingers on the table curled up slightly.

"Where is this? How can I..."

The young man who sat up from the bed first pressed his aching head, then looked around, glanced at the expensive decorations and utensils, as if realizing something, his expression was visibly apprehensive, shrinking, and he didn't even dare to put his hands on it. On the satin quilt, I am afraid that I will get dirty, and I will be empty in the air.

Until his gaze caught sight of Ian who was sitting securely, his face suddenly became terrified, and he wanted to get off the seemingly luxurious bed, frantically: "Sir, I, I didn't mean to get dirty. Your stuff, I'm sorry..."

The masked gentleman raised his hand to stop him, his tone was elegant and gentle like an aristocrat: "I put you on this bed. There was a not-so-good accident between us last night." , this is also my little compensation, don’t worry, you can stay there.”

Hearing what he said about last night, the black-haired young man's face froze for a moment, as if he remembered something, he couldn't help touching the bandage on his head, and said in a low voice, "By the way, I was hit by a carriage yesterday..."

Ian, who maintained his demeanor, did not interrupt him hastily, but only spoke at the right time after he had thought about it: "My name is Ian, Ian Maleditz."

"You are the one from Count Maleditz's family! You, hello, I, I am Abel."

Abel, who is no stranger to the well-known local nobleman, let out a scream, and then lowered his head under the invisible gaze of that person, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he hesitated to announce his inconspicuous name, as if for himself. Shame on not having a last name to say.

The light red stained on the pale skin is like the brightest touch on the excellent white silk, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Ian's gaze paused here, looking at Abel for a long time, tapping his fingers on the table, one sound at a time, as if he was lost in thought.This appearance is very abnormal for Ian, who is proud of being a nobleman. Unfortunately, the only person here cannot understand this abnormality.

Abel only felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. This kind of frank and direct sight made him uneasy, who was born in a slum and had always avoided the attention of others.He scratched his cheek, kept opening and pursing his lips, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

He couldn't figure it out, what on earth was this gentleman, who looked gorgeously dressed and had a noble status, trying to do?Couldn't it be selling him somewhere and turning him into a slave to repay the price of living for one night?

But it's not like there are no such people?

Thinking of this, Abel drooped his shoulders and shook slightly, his pale face looked even more distressed, the complex emotions in his eyes were intertwined, the desperate courage and the fear of death made his voice tremble subtly: "I Mr. En, what can I do for you..."

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound, and the fingers tapping on the table stopped. The masked nobleman still straightened his back and leaned back slightly.

Ian could see through the thoughts of this timid poor boy at a glance, he should have continued to use his aristocratic tone to threaten or appease, but at this moment he followed the words: "There is indeed one thing, Ever since I saw you, I couldn't help but want to try. But this is an extremely important thing related to the rest of your life, are you willing to do it?"

The poor youth didn't know what to think of, trembling all over, ignoring the headache, lifted the quilt, staggered to the feet of the nobleman, raised his face, tears welled up in his eyes, Qi Qi begged: "No, please don't kill me!" ! As long as you let me go, no matter what, I am willing..."

Ian, who was suddenly entangled, didn't answer, and slowly lowered his head. His eyes lingered on that face through the mask, and saw that Abel's sobbing gradually weakened, and said: "Even crying in embarrassment is still full Charm, you have a nice face."

Hearing this, Abel couldn't help touching his cheek, and repeated blankly: "Face?"

The next moment he seemed to understand, and looked at the invisible Ian with even more terrified eyes, and began to move his hands and feet back: "You want to peel off this face? This, I..."

Annoyed by the startled attitude of this uneducated poor man, Ian suppressed his impatience, and his tone began to be bad: "If you have any strange fantasies, I guarantee that these messy things will become reality."

"I'm sorry sir, I haven't thought about anything." Abel replied tremblingly, sitting on the ground, not daring to move or ask his thoughts, only a pair of worried eyes quietly glanced at Ian several times In the blink of an eye, it is obvious that the messy thoughts in my heart have not disappeared.

The nobleman who saw what this guy was thinking stopped thinking about it again and again, and he waved his hand to the butler who was like a transparent person outside the door.The grey-haired, hale and hearty butler silently nodded, stepped forward briskly to close all the windows in the room, drew up the curtains, then bowed slightly, closed the door and left.

The room where the sun was blocked was darkened, and the originally luxurious accessories showed a bit of silence and coldness. Whether it was a vase with a strange shape or a deer head hanging on the wall, it made the atmosphere of the whole room shrouded in a layer of mystery and ambiguity. color.Abel, who was in it, obviously felt more and more uneasy, his eyes turned wildly, and his body tensed up.

"What you are about to see next, if you dare to say it, I don't think you will want to know the consequences." Ian glanced around, turned his head after making sure that there was nothing missing, and said to himself without waiting for Abel to refuse.

"click".

In such a strange room, he reached out to the back of his head and turned on the switch of the mask.

The mask that was originally tightly stitched and flawless suddenly slid down, revealing the bright pink hair and fair complexion on the forehead.

Abel stared blankly at the person who took off the mask, the curiosity and surprise in his eyes turned into fear uncontrollably after seeing the face clearly, and he couldn't help but backed away, distanced himself, and let out a short cry : "Ah! You, this!"

What appeared in front of him was a terrifying face.

The criss-crossing scars cut off the eyebrows and slid across the peak of the nose, turning the eyebrows into a short, shriveled ball, barely stopping at the corner of the mouth.The flesh pink, white, and scorched skin seemed to use this face as a palette, mixed to occupy the corners, and then painted a shockingly ugly face.

Potholes like meteorites were densely protruding on half of the face, and unknown red spots spread on it, aggravating its strangeness and horror.

The bloodshot right eye is daunting at the first glance, and the rosy lips do not add color, but instead highlight the ugly appearance.

The person with this ugly and frightening face was not surprised to see Abel's flinching and resisting, his dark eyes were indifferent: "As you can see, I don't have a face suitable for seeing people." Just listen to that With a calm and elegant tone, no one would have thought that he would look like this.

"I, I..." Abel's heart was pounding at the first glance, and he couldn't help but look away, his Adam's apple went up and down, he swallowed, and fear was written all over his face.

Ian ignored his panic, slowly leaned over, stretched out his hand, and stroked Abel's face under Abel's astonished gaze, speaking in a hoarse voice, "But you have a very suitable face."

This sentence seems to be a sigh, but it also seems to be a compliment, or——jealousy.

Abel couldn't tell the difference between these subtle emotions. He shook his body, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, which were attacked by great fear.He almost mustered up all his courage before he whispered: "I beg you...forgive me, don't kill me..."

A smile appeared on that terrifying face, the movement of stroking his cheek was gentle, and the dark eyes seemed to be flushed with red light: "How could I kill you, in fact——I want to make a deal with you .”

The voice sounded in my ears like a devil's bewitching: "Do you want enough clothes to wear, enough food to eat and enough money to spend? Or more than that, beautiful and delicate women, bright and luxurious Jewels, power over people? Everything you can imagine, even beyond these, I can give you."

"No, I..." Abel almost gritted his teeth and refused these temptations, shaking his head awkwardly with a look of total disbelief that he could easily obtain the things that the world pursued.

"What confidence do you have to refuse me?" Ian was not angry, his tone was pity, and there was some persuasion hidden, "You have nothing, no money, no power, maybe no friends or parents. Look Look at your thin body, you haven't even eaten a full meal, right? You have a face, but you can't get anything, and it will even become your burden. Think about why you covered it before, didn't you suffer from it?"

"Now I am willing to give you a chance to use your face as mine, as my face to the world. Correspondingly, I will give you everything I have. Money, power, women and men, everything Can."

"You don't have to go hungry anymore, you don't have to crawl in the mud in embarrassment, and you don't have to struggle to survive like other people. Just a nod and your world will change."

Words and sentences are like the breath of a snake, full of danger and attraction, entangled in the heart that moves for desire, overflowing with sweet venom.

"You... are you telling the truth?"

The terrified black-haired young man gradually stopped trembling, hunched his shoulders, carefully raised his head, turned his beautiful eyes, tightly clenched the hem of his worn clothes, and asked in a hoarse and dry voice.

"Of course." Like the kind smile of the snake in the Garden of Eden, Ian raised the corner of his mouth and responded firmly.

"I, I am willing to make this deal with you." As expected, the poor youth lowered his head and agreed to this strange-sounding deal.

"Then from now on, this face of yours belongs to me." Ian patted his shoulder softly, comforting, "Don't be afraid, you are about to get a new world."

As the aristocrat promised, the poor youth Abel's world changes.

Ian said that except for the housekeeper, no one in this family has seen his face, and no one knows what he looks like.And other people in the city only heard about him but not about him. Although they speculated about why he wore a mask, they didn't know anything about it.That's why Abel can become "he", appear in front of other people as "he", and win everyone's attention.

"But in the slums, someone saw my face..." Abel hesitated to say this.

"They won't recognize you." Ian casually handed him a book and taught him the knowledge in it, "No one will associate that dirty slum boy with nobles, and... They are prostrate on the ground, it is enough to look at our clothes, how can they look at our faces?"

Abel, who also only recognized clothes but not people, was speechless and studied silently.

In order for Abel to become his qualified "face", Ian spent half a year constantly instilling various knowledge into Abel, correcting his sluggish demeanor and wretched posture, supporting him with family wealth, and teaching him His noble and high-quality art tried his best to wash away the brand of the poor on him, and devoted himself to renewing the weak soul under the gorgeous skin.

Like a butterfly reborn from a cocoon, Abel, who reappeared in front of the world, is completely different from half a year ago. Regardless of his eyes, temperament, and posture, he looks like another person.The arc of the smile is restrained and elegant, the voice is neither urgent nor slow, the back is always straight, the steps are steady, and the eyes are gentle and mysterious.

That handsome appearance complemented his demeanor even more, raising his seven-point external performance to twelve.

When he first appeared in the eyes of nobles under the name of "Ian Maleditz", no one could ignore his existence, and no one could escape the temptation of his charm.Those well-dressed, self-sufficient and elegant gentlemen obsessively chase his figure, wandering nostalgicly at the place where he appears, and are overwhelmed by his polite posture and perfect face.

Countless flowers and praises surrounded him, and no one realized that he was a low-class man from the slums.

No one doubted that the elegant and romantic "Ian" who appeared in front of everyone would be a fake.

Living up to Ian's expectations, Abel became an "Ian Maledez" good enough to get it all.

"I can't believe it, they have no doubts at all!" Abel, who successfully completed this special transaction for the first time, was very excited, but couldn't hide his surprise, "But in fact, I didn't do it perfectly, why didn't they really do it?" Who questioned me? I thought I would be discovered..."

"Of course they won't find out." Ian, who was facing him, had already taken off his mask, without concealing his ugly appearance, stretched out his hand to gently caress the delicate face of the black-haired young man, and said lightly, "Your clothes, jewelry, And those who know the upper class, that is, they see the same kind. Of course, the most important thing is this lovable face. Who would doubt a beautiful woman's words?"

After so long, Abel could already understand the contempt in his words, and he didn't answer the words hastily, but just pursed his lips, and gently moved his eyes away to avoid staring at each other.

Ian didn't notice this subtle movement, and stroked the young man's face over and over again, his eyes softened suddenly: "You look better than before."

Abel clenched his drooping hands, and with no abnormal expression on his face, he responded in a low voice: "Well. What should I do next?"

"Go on. Let everyone know what 'Ian Maleditz' looks like." The pink-haired nobleman laughed, and his wanton appearance was terrifying like a ghost.

"As you wish."

Like an unprecedented hurricane blowing, this nobleman named "Ian Maleditz" fascinated one after another self-proclaimed elegant nobleman, touched their minds, and took their eyes away.Wherever this gust of wind blows, no one is unaffected.

Soon, the reputation of "Ian Maleditz" was spread in the upper circles of most of the country, talking about his incomparable appearance, noble and elegant manners, and suave temperament.They regarded him as a guest of honor, competing to hold banquets one after another, inviting the most famous young man with great joy, praising and publicizing everything about him, and some even donated a lot of treasure without hesitation, just to win Ian Ma Raditz's smile.

Abel still took a deep breath nervously in the locker room when he attended the ball for the first time, he was able to face some ridicule calmly the second time, and after the third, fourth, fifth... countless times, he was already like a game The butterflies in the flowers, wandering among the smiling female relatives, joked with the gentlemen casually and elegantly, the gentle and dignified expression on his face was like a thin mask, suppressing any joy that he could not control. Anger, sorrow and joy.

Without noticing, he has become such a suitable person.

One time, when he woke up early in the morning and faced himself in the mirror, he couldn't help being dazed for a while.

"This is... me?" Abel touched the mirror with a puzzled tone, "So, am I like this?"

The person in the mirror is sleepy-eyed, wearing the most luxurious silk, his face is crystal clear and radiant, and the corners of his mouth are inadvertently curved in a decent way.

He looked and looked carefully, from the shiny black hair to the clean toes, as if looking at a brand new person, knowing a self he had never known before, and slowly stated: "This is me."

"It's not that poor kid who's huddled in a slum with nothing to eat."

"With countless clothes, food and great power, Ian Maledez, who is admired and praised by everyone, this is me."

The familiar yet unfamiliar young man grinned and repeated confidently.

Abel's subtle and subtle changes were first discovered by Ian.

"Where are you going? There is no meeting or interview today." Ian stopped the well-dressed black-haired young man and asked.

"I invited a few ladies to participate in the parade. I don't need to report to you, do I?" Abel glanced at him, getting used to his ugly face, and tried to push him away indifferently, "I'm following the agreement, Spread the word about yourself, don't you?"

"..." Ian, who didn't think of a reason to stop him, watched the person leave with anger on his face. After careful reflection, he realized another thing, "He dared to call me 'you'!"

Ian, who noticed the abnormality, secretly hired detectives to follow Abel, and he knew clearly about his behavior for several days.It took almost no thinking to realize that Abel was no longer the Abel who was at his mercy.

"What the hell is he trying to do!" The aggrieved nobleman bit his nails nervously, "No, I can't let him go on like this. He is my 'face', my 'face'! It's mine!"

"I gave him everything, so how could he not listen to me! He has to figure this out again, and has to atone for it!" The angry, sharp voice filled the room, making people shudder.

Abel had been on the loose for a while, and since he said that he looked even more casual.He no longer always constrains himself to be a well-behaved nobleman, revealing some of his true feelings from time to time, laughing loudly and having fun with those surprised other noblemen.At the same time, when facing those non-nobles, he held his posture, and he didn't want to let them know the slightest emotion. He was aloof, indifferent and reserved.

He is used to flowers, jewelry, all the noble objects of extravagance, and the wonderful life of being sought after and praised.

He had become, as he said, "Ian Maleditz," a proper, beautiful, elegant nobleman.

"You are the most beautiful nobleman I have ever seen!" During the party, a noble lady whispered in Abel's ear.

"Because I'm Ian Maleditz." Abel responded with a smile.

"If you are not, you are equally charming." The noble lady continued to praise.

The black-haired nobleman froze for a moment, before answering the next second: "Who can be more charming than you?"

While the two were joking, no one noticed that a masked guy in the dark of the meeting place cast a cold and malicious look.

After the party, Abel received an invitation to meet with Ian, who hadn't contacted him in a while.

The black-haired young man in fancy clothes read the contents of the envelope expressionlessly, and said to the sender: "I see." Then he watched the man leave, sat down by himself, and looked at the extravagant decorations around him. Sweeping across, I remembered the words of the lady just now.

"If it wasn't for Ian Maleditz..."

He muttered these words, lowered his head slightly, and let his hair cover his eyes.

"boom!"

A table knife was slammed into the wooden table, and the white table was sliced ​​miserably, revealing the black table.And the tip of the finger holding the crime tool turned white with force, and the veins were faintly popping up.

"Without this if, I would be Ian Maleditz, only me." A harsh voice sounded in a low voice.

The place where the two met again was the room they met for the first time. The furnishings and style were the same as before, a little oppressive in the luxury, and the sunlight polished the corners of the room, revealing a bit of freshness.

"You came."

As soon as Abel came in and closed the door, the figure with his back turned made a sound.

He paused, and replied, "What's the matter?", and sat across from Ian. He saw the usual ugly face indifferently, as if he wanted to have a long talk.

Ian scanned his appearance carefully, his eyes on those clothes and accessories were extremely cold, and only when he moved to that face did he flash a barely noticeable obsession.

He said in a deep voice: "I am very dissatisfied with our original deal, so I want to take back everything I gave you."

"Why!" Abel stood up abruptly, almost bringing the chair down, but he didn't pay attention at all, and glared at Ian angrily, "You can't do that!"

"Of course I can." Ian raised a mocking arc, "I gave you something, and of course I can take it back. Do you really think that your disguise is perfect? ​​You can't hide your origin at all, and you have exposed so much Flaws, do you really think that no one can find out? It’s just that there is no evidence for the time being, and they teamed up to hide it from you.”

"Sure enough, no matter how much you raise things from the mud, they can't be turned into gold. I will let everyone know what you have hidden, including your unbearable background and past, and you will lose your dignity in this country." Everything, lose everything you have now. Let your false beauty be torn apart and return to the mud!"

The sarcastic and arrogant remarks easily shattered the pretended calmness.

The black-haired young man was so angry that his chest was rising and falling, his eyes were red, he abandoned the old etiquette, and quietly stretched his hand into his trouser pocket: "If you do this, you will not end well! Do you think that your face, Can you really appear in front of them? You will become a more disgusting legend than me, and live as a monster in other people's mouth!"

Ian's expression became completely gloomy, and he opened his mouth to call people from outside to come in, but he caught a glimpse of a cold light coming out of nowhere.

Words full of evil thoughts emerged at the same time: "You have no right to take it away, everything is mine, and you said it already belongs to me! Few people agree with your existence, they only know that I am Ian Maledez, Who are you? You are nobody!"

The pink-haired youth reacted swiftly to dodge it, dodged to the side, and looked around, looking for something that could counterattack.

"Since you have already abandoned your name, you should obediently give up this identity and die in a dark corner! I will help you realize your wish and spread the name for you!"

The crazy blade was blocked by the chessboard. Taking advantage of the moment when Abel stopped, Ian grabbed his hand and tried to catch him, but he was kicked. The two lost their balance at the same time, rolled on the ground, entangled and wrestled with each other .

Everything around has become props to attack each other, throwing, smashing, throwing, fighting with all kinds of extremes, trying to subdue each other.

"You just have a good face. Other than that, I give you everything! Get rid of your skin, it's just an empty shell, you can't be Ian Maleditz at all!"

"Then you think you can do it? Your face, if you dare to admit to the world that you are the son of a majestic earl, why do you still wear a mask? Do you also understand that it is a face that is so ugly that people will never look at it again?" !"

"Compared to the guy who can only struggle in the mud of the slums, even if I don't show my true face, I am more suitable than you. You are just a clown who occupies the magpie's nest. How can you dream of becoming a phoenix for real!"

"You just have a good family background. You have nothing that belongs to you, and nothing that can compare to mine. What you have learned, I have learned, and what you don't have, I have. Compared with the face, I can't see it." You, I'm Ian Maleditz!"

"If that face of yours belonged to me, you wouldn't stand a chance at all, you're nothing, you can't be anything!"

"If your family background belongs to me, you won't be eligible to be mentioned by others, you won't even have your name!"

During the struggle between the two, they knocked over the candle on the wall, and the scarlet flame licked the dry cloth, growing vigorously in the blink of an eye, but no one noticed this creature that was about to get out of control at this moment.

The panting competitor only cared about the opponent in front of him, and did not notice the changes behind him at all. He glared at the opponent, wishing to eat his flesh alive.

Until the cries for help and noise came from outside the door, it was too late.

The scorching flames burned wantonly, the dark smoke obstructed breathing, and the high temperature was close to the skin.

The two who were exhausted from the beating just wanted to run when they both felt numb and couldn't move.

"You! What did you do!" Panting heavily, Abel raised his arms with great effort, and immediately dropped them limply.

"I still want to ask you." Ian stood up and fell down suddenly, his face was ashamed, and he gritted his teeth, "What did you get me!"

"Heh, a little anesthesia effect, isn't it the same for you, my mind is dizzy. I advise you not to work hard, if you can't leave, stay and die with me, my lord!"

"You die here alone, you are useless except for that face!"

Ian struggled a few times, trying to leave, but the burning column fell from the roof, bringing up a large cloud of fireworks, and blocking the only escape route.

"Hahaha, you're still going to die with me! Heh, cough, cough..." Abel looked at Ian's face suddenly sinking, and laughed wantonly. He was immediately choked by the smoke, and coughed repeatedly, in a state of embarrassment.

"You don't even want to live." Ian calmed down when he was about to die, walked to Abel who was lying immobile, and leaned over to look at him.

He stared at the astonishingly beautiful face, fell into the first memory, and slowly stroked his hand up, so softly that he didn't seem to be touching an enemy who killed each other, but rather like something he dreamed of.

Abel stared at him coldly: "What else do you want to do? Ruin my face?"

"..." Ian ignored his sarcasm, but caressed that face earnestly and piously, slowly lowered his head, and lay down too.

"If you had been obedient, none of this would have happened. I can still be me, and you can still..."

He said softly, before he was interrupted.

"Stop saying such lies!"

Ian's expression at the moment was reflected in those deep green pupils, as if ironic, the man said: "You and I think the same, so we can make a deal, don't you? At this time, do you think you can change it?" ?”

"The hidden jealousy, unwillingness, and desire between you and me are the cause and effect of all this. You won't want to watch me replace you all the time, and I won't be satisfied with being you forever. You know it well, don't you? So There is no room for turning around, and you want to destroy me."

Ian was silent, without looking away.

Abel was quiet for a while, and then he spoke in a calmer voice than ever: "I want to be anyone but myself."

"I want to have another life, and I want a story where I don't have to be responsible"

He turned his head, looked at Ian peacefully, and raised his dry lips with difficulty: "I want to make up for what I'm missing."

"What is missing, what is pursued, and then there is nothing in this life."

"This is us."

The ugly young man stretched out his hand to caress his face, covering his eyes and the falling water drops: "Yes."

The crimson light splashes from the sky, burying the past, devouring the future, and everything returns to silence.