[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

He came out of the darkness.

From the depths of the wall came the sound of gears turning, which was barely audible, but An Qi still felt it.She could even hear the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer in the non-existent part of the room, and finally stopped in front of An Qi.

Through the wall, in the deep tunnel between the rooms, An Qi quietly raised her head and looked at the mirror hanging in the actor's lounge.There is her own shadow reflected in it: red hair and green eyes, beautiful clothes, fair face with freckles, pale but firm.

But An Qi was not looking at herself.

She knew that, behind the mirror, her angel of music was watching her in the dark.

"Eric." So Angie said slowly, "I'm leaving, leaving Paris and going to Warsaw. At the moment of parting, please come out of the shadows and walk in front of me, let me say goodbye to you personally, okay ?"

At the end of the sentence, there was a hint of pleading in her tone.

Responding to An Qi was the mirror that slowly turned away.

Eric came out, and his tall figure stepped into the lounge, dressed in black clothes and cape, as solemn and terrifying as the god of death who came to the world.No wonder anyone who catches a glimpse of him calls him "The Ghost of the Theater," doesn't he?

"You are a free man." Eric smiled strangely, his exposed lips under the white mask were tight, showing a kind of extreme anger, "Free lovebirds, after learning to fly, are about to leave the nest Now, why bid farewell to the person who raised her?"

"Eric!"

An Qi frowned, she took a few steps forward with her skirt, and walked in front of Phantom.

"How can you beak me like that?" she said incredulously, "You know that I have to leave because of my long-cherished wish—"

"Your long-cherished wish!"

He violently interrupted Angie's words, Eric shook his hand violently, and sarcastically said: "For the British professor who pursued you! The hero who saved you, the one who snatched you back from the murderer! You are for-"

What else is there to say about the man who got into the horns?

Especially Eric, Angie had seen the madness and possessiveness of the ghost as early as the first time she saw him.After so many years, she has learned how to stop Eric from deteriorating the situation.

So facing Eric's almost furious slander, An Qi was neither angry nor afraid. She just stared at her green eyes, saw the opportunity, and boldly stretched out her hands.

The soft and delicate fingertips touched the exposed skin on his collar and chin. Eric paused because of Angie's sudden attack. She didn't give him time to react. The young girl tiptoed and clung to to his broad, powerful shoulders.

The red hair and the blue skirt drew a beautiful circle in the air.

Then An Qi's ruddy lips pressed tightly against the man's scarred lips.This was just the beginning, she boldly bit Phantom's lower lip, taking advantage of his surprise, the nimble tip of her tongue slipped into his mouth.

Lips and teeth met, breaths staggered, and she caught his tongue.An Qi went all out, sucking and licking, her behavior was desperate and eager, as if trying to convey her feelings to her unreservedly through such behavior.

In a way, Angie succeeded.

The insurmountable anger between the two disappeared in an instant.The sweet smell and fiery kiss successfully blocked all Eric's paranoia and anger, and her emotions temporarily melted his heart. Angie was very excited, and her petite body trembled imperceptibly, but it didn't bother her determination.

Their kiss was very, very long, until Angie's breath gradually became disordered due to lack of ventilation, until the tense and cold atmosphere between them slowly melted, and then more ambiguous and warmer emotions rose.

Only then did An Qi reluctantly let go of Eric.

She raised her eyes, and the lush green was covered with a layer of water vapor, grievance, determination, and more determination that could not be described in words.But no matter how complicated the emotions are, An Qi only has him in his eyes from beginning to end.

"Why don't you just open your eyes and see the reality, my angel." Her voice was clear and gentle, with a hint of complaint, "I love only you, Eric!"

Saying that, she lowered her head.

"I know you don't want to believe me, you don't want to believe anyone... For so many years, no matter what I say, you are not willing to accept the fact that I love you." An Qi murmured, "Then I only have There is a way."

Angie did think of many ways.

She has confessed and complained, but in the face of Phantom's scarred heart and soul, the role of words is so pale.Angie couldn't make Eric believe her, despite all her efforts, but she had to make him believe her.

So An Qi pulled out a dagger from her dress.

The cold light is shining and extremely sharp.She turned the dagger and pointed the tip at herself.Then An Qi sent the dagger to Eric's hands, stared at his eyes behind the mask, and spoke with great firmness.

"I must leave Paris to fulfill my long-cherished wish. Eric, give me half a year, and I will come back. Even the real god of death will not be able to separate you and me."

He did not kill.

No innocents were hurt, and the few remaining rational and clear souls were not burned due to jealousy and anger.

Then everything still has a chance.

An Qi doesn't want to owe anyone, she travels from world to world for killing, not for feelings.She didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the last world about Hannibal Lecter.

"If you won't believe me." She took a deep breath, "kill me yourself, Eric, and slit my chest and take out that beating heart. You'll find it's all your."

As she spoke, she squeezed Eric's hand, forcing him to hold the sharp dagger steady.

Until then, because of the kiss and the extremely shocked ghost, he finally returned to reality from his own thoughts.

He suddenly clenched the murder weapon in his hand, and the eyes under the mask were ignited with raging flames again.Eric pushed Angie away: "No—!"

The man's roar was almost shrill.

"You threatened me!" He stepped back one after another, in disbelief and pain.

Eric bumps into Angie's dressing table.

Compared with his monstrous anger, An Qi's reaction could almost be called cold.She straightened her head and looked at Eric with a calm and firm face.Her expression was like pouring oil on a hot pan, completely igniting Eric's last sanity.

"I will not give in to you - vicious woman, heartless! You are using me! You have been using me all this time, and now you are even threatening me with your life!"

The black cloak was thrown to the table, and all the exquisite items on it fell on the carpet, making a dull sound.

The ghost of the theater, the nightmare of the actors, the most mysterious legend of the Paris Opera House, Eric of Angie, a tall man almost on the verge of collapse.Most of his face is covered by a white mask, but the exposed part is almost ferocious at this moment.

"Yes, I am using you."

An Qi spoke, her clear voice was extremely cold.

Eric trembled, his knees gave way and he fell to his knees.

The girl standing in the center of the room took a step forward.

"I used the singing voice you gave me to attract the soul of the Prince of Bohemia. He will introduce me to Warsaw, and will fall in love with me, treating me as a unique woman in the world."

The slender ankles were looming between the hem of the skirt, and finally stopped in front of Eric. An Qi lowered her head and looked at the man.

"This is the first step I have taken—as early as the first time you and I met our eyes, we have already entered the planned chess game."

Angie knelt down.

Her fingertips touched the man's mask, and An Qi gently held Eric's cheek, guiding him to look at her.

"For my plan, I would give anything, Eric. My skill, my chastity, and even, as you said, threatening you with my life, let me continue."

Her words were cruel like a venomous tongue, but An Qi's eyes were still so clear.Her green eyes were still shining with the love that Eric was all too familiar with. When he was finally willing to meet her eyes, An Qi slightly raised the corners of her mouth, her handsome and fair face remained the same as before.

"But my heart and my soul are always yours, Eric."

She took him into her arms.

The black ghost cried bitterly and was completely defeated.An Qi stroked his back, tolerant and obedient as if to appease a child.She could feel his whole body trembling like a sieve, the man's breathing was right next to her ear, and the despair was hot.

He didn't refuse her.

An Qi knew he wouldn't, because he had the purest and cleanest soul she had ever seen.

"Give me half a year. I will leave you, but it's only half a year. Please believe me, I will come back."

Speaking of An Qi kissed his lips again, at the moment of leaving, Eric suddenly hugged her.

Angie was taken aback by the sudden force, but soon Eric controlled the force.His head was buried in the socket of her neck without saying a word.But his breathing gradually calmed down.

Inch by inch, bit by bit, the deadlocked atmosphere was eased.

At that moment, her hanging heart finally returned to its proper place.

"Wait for me, Eric."

She can't stop Grenouille, evil cannot be covered up, and Angel has never been a person sent by God to redeem.

But she can make real angels see the way.

"When I return, only death can separate you from me."