smoke cyan

Shaking, the sound of the mourning bell rang again and again mixed with the long, piercing chirping of a crane, condensing a colorless gloom with a thick texture.

The oppressive atmosphere became more and more like the fingers of iron clamps tightening her throat... Is someone here holding a funeral?

Chloe looked up at the strange patina-green sky covered with gray jade-colored clouds, and gradually the same pale blue rain fell straight down from the gaps in the clouds. Crystal-solid heaviness.

Chloe noticed that as the rain fell more and more densely, the patina on the surface of the sky gradually faded to a transparent color like a thin cocoon, but the rusty smell of metal in the rain, which was similar to blood, became more and more intense.

Her whole body was drenched by the cold rain, strands of overgrown hair pressed tightly against her trembling skin, and her cold limbs became so numb that it was difficult to curl up.

She didn't know where she was or why no matter which direction she looked for, she still couldn't get out of this interlocking dream that seemed unsolvable.

Chloe sat down on the ground with some self-resignation, not caring about the pungent smell of soaked mud on the asphalt road that wrapped her up, she hugged her legs and began to cry.

There was no expression on her porcelain-like face, which was getting paler and paler from the cold, and there was no sobbing sound in her throat, she was just shedding pure tears, large swathes of water slid down from the corners of her eyes, blurring her original eyes. Sex, she sees this as the only way out of fear and daze.

"Why are you crying?"

The male voice with a cold voice is melodious in the ear, as gorgeous as the strings of a cello and as deep as water.

The moment Chloe heard this voice, she only felt that the fear of suffocation in her chest was diluted to the maximum extent. She was very familiar with this voice subconsciously, but she couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was.

The cold rain no longer hit her head and face. A pair of slender and taut male legs wrapped in black suit trousers appeared in her sight, like elk-like long legs. The seams of the trousers were ironed as straight as a line. measures.

She was picked up from the ground by someone with great strength. He held a British-style pure black umbrella in one hand and clasped her soft waist in front of his chest with the other. Because of the difference in height, her feet Directly hanging in the air can only tightly hold the opponent's neck to maintain balance.

Her eyes drifted to his incredible hand holding the handle of the umbrella, which was beautiful from pale skin to smooth and well-defined bones... Suddenly she felt a little timid.

"Look at the world."

The man spoke again, and tilted the umbrella in his hand slightly so that she could see the sky that was still raining clearly. The sky became clearer and clearer, and the waves like water ripples gradually revealed a dark golden color.

"The clear water will peel off the corroded shell of dead metal, do you see it getting brighter?"

There is a little smile in his voice, which makes it more clean and pleasant.

Chloe was ignorant of the meaning of his words and didn't know how to answer, she just raised her head to see his face clearly.

But he also kept his head up, never looking down at her.

"What are you looking at?" Chloe murmured, her voice was soft and childish because of her timidity.

"Starry sky."

The man's answer was simple, and the breath he exhaled was as cool as mint leaves.

Chloe was startled, followed his gaze and raised her head higher... She suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Looking from inside the pure black umbrella the man opened, it turned out to be a small dark blue starry sky intertwined with a pitch-black velvet curtain.

The starry sky is chaotic, like the icy mercury color of splashed glass shards pouring in the air.The starry sky is rotating and changing again, and the originally clear and pure colors are intertwined with a piece of glazed gold under the refraction of unknown light, which is astonishingly beautiful.

"Who are you... the god in charge of the stars?" Chloe suddenly smiled, and was surprised by the scene in front of her. What she said was so childish that people couldn't figure out whether she was joking or for real Ask questions with a child's mind.

"Don't you know me... Chloe?"

Accompanied by the man's calm and emotionless tone, the equally cold breath in his nasal cavity, like the inextricably frozen snow on the top of the Alps, pressed down on her with an irresistible force.

He burned the kiss on her slender neck, and it was obviously cold to the bone, and it was as hot as a red-hot iron, and she almost screamed out of breath.

The strange pain spread rapidly on the neck, ice and fire intertwined, she grabbed the man's neck, her ten fingers stabbed into his skin, watching the marble texture of the skin oozing a series of The blood coral beads are bright red to the point of glaring...the temperature is still as cold as a dead person.

At the same time, Chloe finally saw his face clearly.

On his exquisite and clear face, the classical deep eyes that couldn't see the other side reflected her frightened and distorted face. For a moment, she only felt that the face in front of her was like a face that she remembered from a long time ago. Shaking and overlapping, absurdly similar... This made her feel extremely familiar and extremely strange.

The chaotic emotions piled up layer by layer, as if they were the hardest granite.

"roll!"

She heard the blasting syllable in her mouth, and then her body was thrown lightly like a kite with a broken string.

"Go back... Chloe, don't come back again."

The last voice lingering in her ear seems to have faded from the coldness and became a little hoarse, revealing a forbearing nostalgia she couldn't understand.

At the same time, the sleeping girl in the crystal coffin-like elongated vessel suddenly opened her eyes without any warning.

I don't know whether it was because the eye mask was strongly stimulated by the outside world or because the corners of the eyes burst open too hard, and dark red blood slipped down the slender outer corners of her eyes, and slid across her pale face, exuding blood. The traces of the fishy-sweet smell... like the make-up of a Noh actor.

As the liquid Philosopher's Stone was continuously delivered into her body, Chloe's body began to twist and twitch extremely, her thin limbs convulsed into a ball, and the catheter inserted into the heart was deeper. Into the flesh and blood of the heart.

Her lips and teeth opened uncontrollably, thick bloody arrows splashed out one after another, blooming scarlet roses on the transparent cover, the bubbles from the boiling liquid seemed to be mixed with corrosive sulfuric acid.

"Leonardo!" The night watchman's name was almost yelled out by Angers, and when he heard the lion's anger-like voice while drinking, he immediately threw off the wine bottle and rushed to the glassware.

"What's going on here? Why did you have such symptoms in the last round of introduction?" Anger looked at the cover soaked in Chloe's blood and felt as if he had experienced a massacre of a beast cub, and fainted. Jojo's posture showing the girl's body can only remind him of the soul burned by karmic fire in the evil ghost realm in Abi Hell, "Her word spirit is Jun Yan... It should be better with the sage of the fire department." Stones blend together..."

The night watchman's gaze was also unprecedentedly dignified. His breathing was a little heavy, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally broke through the dust accumulated in his pupils like a strong light piercing a dark cloud: "Do we still have a chance to choose now? Just look at it like this Let's go... we've done our best."

Angers exhaled a foul breath from his nasal cavity. He understood what the night watchman meant. Stopping treatment now or not is the same for Chloe, who is on the verge of death. Rare to pitiful.

"I will bear all the consequences of the failure of the treatment. Maybe we should notify the legal guardian now." Anger and the night watchman exchanged a last glance, walked out of the treatment room, and stopped looking at the coffin that was now stained blood red A common utensil at a glance.

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Patsy found himself in a viscous, desolate, dark and cramped room that made it impossible to breathe well. This darkness has a texture, and the mucous membranes in his nasal cavity are about to be glued together like glue.

A skylight was rotated on the top of the room. The material of the stained glass was as hard and slippery as the embossed mosaics in the church. Outside the window, there was light blue soft sky light floating up and down, but none of it could penetrate into the room.

But he didn't think about how to struggle out of this weird room like a secret room for the first time, because he saw Chloe from the lower part of the skylight.

He didn't see her face, but he just knew it was Chloe.

Chloe was lying on the ground with her back to him, her beautiful head resting on a dusty stone slab, her curly long hair gathered like a waterfall.

She is wearing a black dress that exposes her entire back. The skin on her back is a delicate suet jade color, as smooth as silk... The bones on her back are extremely thin and beautiful, and the lines are soft and soft, as if they were delicately carved by the most ingenious hands. , only the outline of the butterfly bone is too prominent, like a blade as cold as water, about to cut through her thin skin and turn it into a wing membrane of white bones.

This beautiful and weird scene made him walk towards her subconsciously, as if he wanted to pull her up from the ground so that he could take her out of here together... He couldn't feel a breath of life in her.

She was only a few steps away from him, so it took only a few seconds to walk to her.

one two three four.

He counted silently in his heart, and then stretched out his hand towards the girl.

The naked, large expanses of plain white skin underwent an astonishing change the moment he touched the girl's body.

Before Paxi could react, the outline of the butterfly bone that was about to pierce at any time really cut the girl's body suddenly, and pierced through his outstretched hand like a sharp sword.

He watched the blood gushing out from the wound pierced by the bone spur like a stream, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain, only felt chills all over his body.

"Cloe..." He tried to call her name, but saw her move stiffly, like a marionette manipulated by someone, suddenly stood up straight, only her head was still limply drooping As if it had been broken.

Paxi saw that the bone spurs on her back pierced through the skin more and more densely, and gradually intertwined into a piece of white bone wings on her back, and at the same time, the bluish-gray periosteum was interspersed between the white bones... She was like With the human body as the transition medium, a pair of bone wings belonging to the dragon clan grew out.

With a burst of "click, click, click", this "Cloe" finally raised his head towards him, and Patsy only felt himself gasp.

The facial features on "her" face are so blank that it's heart-pounding, like a Noh mask that hasn't had time to outline its expression yet, the smooth piece has a mirror-like texture, vaguely reflecting his face.

Patsy's heart was suddenly clenched in great horror.

When he woke up, what he saw was the silently burning bonfire-shaped flame in the fireplace, as well as the bull head hangings on the wall and the wrought iron furniture.

The thin old man was sitting on the sofa next to the other couch where he was lying on, and the eyes cast on him were silent and full of scrutiny.

Passy raised his hand and simply wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and quickly sat up from the sofa, his mind was filled with the dream that almost haunted him just now.

"I just heard you call her name. If I'm not mistaken, her name is Chloe, right?"

He didn't wake up suddenly until Henkel's voice sounded, and he noticed the erratic and slight dodge in Henkel's tone.

"Your daughter and my wife are indeed called Chloe, and I am sorry to have fallen asleep here."

When Passy opened his mouth to speak, he realized that his throat was swollen and painful as if it had been scorched by strong alcohol. His memory stopped at the beginning of "talking" with Henkel, when he took out Chloe's blood sample and avoided the seriousness. Some relevant genetic information of the company was handed over to Henkel.

"You are not the kind of young man who will fall asleep casually, and your bloodline may not necessarily be better than my daughter..." Henkel looked at the color of melting gold in Percy's right eye at this time, thinking of him Fainting without warning, I couldn't help shaking my head.

"I'm a short-lived person, and it's my fault that Chloe married me." Patsy noticed Henkel's address as "my daughter", and realized that Henkel had taken the blood sample away. Laboratory tests, in today's advanced modern technology, it is easy to confirm the parent-child relationship.

"I've never heard that marriage is a fault." Henkel seemed a little amused, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a rush of mobile phone ringing.

An apologetic smile appeared on Passy's face, and he connected the phone. The smile on his face gradually froze on his face, and the dark emotions between his brows suddenly surged.

The author has something to say: This may be the last update in June, because I am going to start the mad dog review mode 〒_〒, see the little angels in July ⊙▽⊙

☆、The night does not go back

The porthole that has not drawn the curtain reflects the faint lights in the engine room in the early morning. The man leaning against the porthole has a pair of clear water-like pupils reflected in the warm-colored light spot like a firefly that cuts off the continuous light. The fluttering eyelashes alternate between warm and cold tones, sweeping thrilling light and shadow across the eyelids.

Henkel looked at Passy, ​​who was fascinated by the smoky and erratic clouds outside the porthole, and could feel the extreme exhaustion and suppressed emotions on this young man at this time. The tense facial muscles and the tight corners of the lips made him look pale and cold, like the hardest marble statue.

"Relax, young man." Henkel didn't take off his cowhide hat with a wide brim, and his eyes wandered to Patsy's beautiful hand with fine knuckles on his lap, which was clenched into a fist by him. Every inch was taut enough to accentuate the pale violet veins beneath his pale skin.

"Adjust your emotions, whenever you feel that you have encountered the worst thing in your life..." Henkel saw that Passy finally adjusted his sitting posture and turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows helplessly and continued, "Then sooner or later you're going to get worse. There's always one valley after another, one lower than the other..."

"Your comforting skills are not very good." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Percy's mouth, "I don't want to encounter worse things again."

"I know her current situation makes you very painful, but how can you face the variables if you don't cheer up?"

Henkel's heart was inexplicably empty. He thought of the real blood relationship between him and the girl in the DNA comparison results, and remembered how similar the girl's natural and beautiful long hair was to Ishtar in the photo. It made him feel as if he had passed away for a while, and even felt an unacceptable sense of contradiction.

"I've heard that mother's love is something that a mother will have naturally from the moment a child is born," Passi said lightly, "while father's love is formed after participating in the child's growth."

"The young man's rhetoric is good, and he said that I, an old man, don't care about his daughter at all." Henkel suddenly smiled, "I really can't refute you, because when you showed me that photo, there was such a For a moment... just for a moment, I was looking at Ishtar through that girl. The blood relationship made them so strangely similar..."

"I think Chloe is more like you, especially the eyes." Patsy interrupted him, taking a deep breath very slowly, "Now I really want to smoke a cigarette, but she doesn't like me smoking... ...she smokes herself."

Henkel looked at his silent eyes at this time, and seemed to have captured some obscure and deep emotions from the pupils that always hide emotions:

"Then tell me about her... Tell me about my daughter. Is she smart, beautiful, cute, and you finally got her to agree to marry you?"

When he said the last sentence, the ending sound raised, which seemed to be teasing and sincerely hoped that his daughter would be as glamorous as her mother.

Paxi suddenly felt a little funny, he really let out a very light laugh when he thought of this, and it was as short as a jade shattering in an instant:

"As I told you, she has a very bad temper and is not a pleasant little girl in any way."

"So my wife is really not afraid of the washboard..." Henkel smiled and beckoned him to continue. He found that when talking about Chloe, the chill caused by the tense emotions in Passy's body The air seemed to fade a little, and the coldness in the corners of his eyes and brows also subsided a lot.

"That's really not scary." Percy raised her eyebrows, "As long as I hug her, she won't lose her temper anymore, she depends on me like an animal."

"I don't think you don't know that Mrs. Ishta's surname is 'Gulweger'. For the Gattuso family, this surname is a hidden word, a secret... and a humble name."

Henkel is very calm: "It would be absurd to call Ishtar a love affair, and 'Aventure' is a better definition. It's hard to say whether I'm fascinated by 'Ishtar' or her youth and love. Beauty or just her freshness, a freshness that people like me don't have... It's not that I haven't investigated her origin, but in the end I still compromised with my own desires."

"I don't know if I love her, but I do have a crush on her... That encounter was too short, it lasted only one spring, and she left me when the first green leaves started to turn yellow."

"But what you brought to Mrs. Ishta was a disaster." Percy let go of the hand that was clenched tightly, and her fingertips lightly brushed her temples. She died because of this incident, and her most cherished child was taken into Gattuso's house as a test subject."

"I don't want to hide it from you, I became her guardian when Chloe was 15 years old, or I became the monitor of a 15-year-old experimental product."

"The Gattuso family can always handle everything very well. It can only be said that Chloe is now struggling on the edge of life and death instead of becoming a corpse buried deep in the ground..."

"I liked her very much when I first saw her. But it was hard for me to say that I would like this emotion, so the liking at that time was like a doll that a boy would hold in his arms when he saw a girl when he was young. I can feel that she is beautiful and weak, but I don't have any desire to hold her in my arms, and even because of her weakness that doesn't fit her identity, I finally feel disgusted with her..."

"At that time, she became more and more weird because of her long-term closed life, and her feelings became more and more sick." Paxi seemed to close her eyes because she couldn't bear the weight of her words, and the stretched brows were filled with tears. It's fatigue.

"She has never seen the world, so she regards me as the world... But her world was not gentle or even cruel to her at the beginning..." Percy opened her eyes again, and there was only stagnant water left, "Han Mr. Gao, you will let her have a bigger world, right?"

His tone even sounded begging towards the end.

Henkel stared at him silently, the extremely pale ice blue in his eyes was like the sea before a storm, hidden turbulence:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take her away from all this filth, give her a place to live, let her live a normal life, let her be a lovely little girl... none of this is hard for you." Patsy again Turning her head to look at the night where a ray of sky light gradually appeared outside the porthole, her eyes were mottled as if the fog had not cleared, "If she can live."

"That's my daughter, I will naturally protect her, even if I don't know if I love her now, I will fulfill my responsibility, even for Ishtar." Henkel lowered his eyes and suppressed his emotions, " What about you? Don't you need her anymore?"

"I told you that it was my fault to marry her. I am a short-lived person and destined to devote my life to the Gattuso family. In the future, I may stand on the opposite side of you and Chloe. Chloe followed me. It's..." Paxi was at a loss for words for a while, and he suddenly saw how pale and powerless he was with all his wounds in such a narration.

"There is no future...a husband like you." Henkel picked up his words jokingly. He understood the stakes in Parsi's words and knew that all of this was powerless, but it was all about power and desire. just a victim.

"Don't worry, young man...my daughter will have a bigger world, and she will no longer need you." Henkel's voice was like a juncture, which was the greatest guarantee he could make.

"She won't need me anymore..."

Passy repeated this sentence subconsciously, his thin lips opened and closed mechanically, and the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, revealing the intractable bitterness, but finally tasted a bit of sweetness, just like drinking Chinese medicine added Licorice that neutralizes bitterness.

He didn't know whether he should be sad or happy at this moment.

At this time, the unfading ink-like blue of the night burst out the first ray of sky light after the plane tore through the clouds, and the pale white halo seemed to be transparent.The clear color flows down the clouds like water droplets, and the slender traces left behind are quickly obliterated by more and clearer rays of light.

That's like crying... Paxi thought about it, and finally there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, which couldn't be told whether he was relieved or helpless.

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When I arrived in Kassel, the hands of Passy’s watch just pointed to [-]:[-] in the morning. The recent days are always very early. Through the still dim light, you can see the delicate outline of a European-style building in Kassel. The thin mist is still cold, and Kassel, who has not woken up, always restrains all the vivid and fresh breath, and looks like an old castle that has been abandoned for many years and surrounded by dead vines. Even the plants are solidified and dusty by time.

Angers and the night watchman came to welcome them. This is not surprising, because they have done the utmost secrecy for Chloe's treatment this time. Except for a few necessary key figures, internal and external Not a single word of wind leaked out.

"Long time no see, Quick Hand Henkel... Or the old man who is about to lose his revolver?" Ange greeted Henkel jokingly, but the other party just shrugged helplessly.

The night watchman looked at his strangely similar denim outfits to Henkel's, as well as the other's thin body and his abrupt beer belly, and felt that it was a tie. He turned his eyes to Passy, ​​who was still silent with his lips pursed:

"Are the young people from Gattuso's family so calm... Frost teaches well, why don't you ask about the little girl's situation?"

As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere inevitably became heavy, but Percy still looked into the eyes of the night watchman and said:

"If Chloe's treatment fails, what you have to do now is not to welcome us, but to consider how to make her body more beautiful. I have seen her appearance when she was ill..."

"It's like a devil." The night watchman took the second half of his sentence, and then laughed, "Rational young people always look very reliable, you are right, the little girl has survived, but now It looks like I'm sure you won't like to see it."

"Then please take me to see her." The tight lines on Paxi's face suddenly softened, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of tiredness that would only be felt after a killing struggle. The cold sweat on his forehead trickled down one after another on his marbled skin, as if he had finally found an outlet.

Passy was allowed to visit the encrypted ward alone, while Henkel was pulled away by Anger, saying that Chloe's current situation is really not suitable for the scene of father and daughter meeting, but it is very suitable for the scene of divorce between husband and wife because of the sudden decline in the wife's appearance...

The environment of the ward is very closed, even the only window is tightly closed, it seems that the smell of blood in the room is getting stronger and more pungent, as if the place has just experienced a massacre, and even has a rotten and dead breath.

A blood-red figure curled up on the hospital bed, wriggling slightly as if a layer of flesh had been peeled off, so that her original extremely white complexion could not be seen. The bed sheet under her was also damp and blood-red, and the scarlet liquid was dripping. The flowers blooming on the mirror-smooth tile floor are dazzling and coquettish.

Patsy felt that he lost the ability to speak in an instant, and the soreness at the tip of his nose quickly spread to his entire facial muscles. He forcibly suppressed the uncontrollable trembling corners of his mouth, turned around and cast his eyes on the gaze who had been standing at the door. on his night watchman.

The bleakness in his eyes made the night watchman shake his head and curl his lips uncomfortably: "Don't look at me like that, I know she looks like I've peeled her skin off now, but I didn't... She was originally The dirty blood discarded inside is constantly being excreted from the body, but the way of excretion is a bit special, she bleeds like sweating, which is beyond my control."

"Drain the dirty blood from the pores..." Paxi murmured, then walked slowly to the blood-red figure and looked at her carefully.

The night watchman continued to shake his head and muttered as he closed the door and went out: "There shouldn't be a divorce..."

Chloe's body was covered with layers of blood scabs and fresh blood with a thick layer of sticky substance. The originally plain and delicate porcelain-white face was now dirty and outrageous. Percy barely recognized it. The dress of the same color as her was the same white dress she wore at the beginning... and her only exquisite nose that was not blocked by blood scabs let out even and powerful breaths one after another.

Patsy's fingers poked over to feel the strong warm breath which was totally different from the weak her now. She felt that this breath was as pure as a newborn baby, instantly diluting all the rotten smell of death in the room.

He carefully peeled off the bloody dress on her body, and then took off his windbreaker to wrap her up.He leaned over and hugged her tightly, to touch her lips that were full of sweet blood at this time and could no longer recognize the original petal-like lip shape, he didn't care about the unscrupulous staining of the sticky, thick and disgusting blood. Looking at his clothes and skin, I just feel as if I am in a dream.

"Cloe...my little Chloe..." Percy whispered very softly, the smile in her eyes was as clear as water, "Congratulations on your new life..."

The author has something to say: I will come to the codeword after the sixth grade, and there will be a final exam next, I am sorry, the little angels can only use this chapter to make up for it/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ In fact, I have already Think about the ending and maybe have a slightly longer episode, that... do you mind if the episode is a bit long? (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

☆ When breaking the cocoon

When the soft and fine water vapor invaded the nasal cavity, what appeared in Chloe's mind were the potholes in the bluestone alleys after the rain reflecting the crystal light, and the damp and greasy accumulated over time in the cracks of the walls. moss.

She tried to smell the lingering and bitter smell of the newly-growth plants after the rain, but there was only a cool smell that was different from other plants with the smell of earth lingering in her nose, the smell was as elegant as mint and sage leaves but dense Occupying all her senses, there is a forbearable enthusiasm in this aura without any aggression.

"Passy..."

Chloe's eyes were still chaotic gray and black, but in such a warm and closed environment, she found the sense of peace that no other person could bring her.

"I'm here."

Passy's voice was still as clear as water, but also as deep as the strings of a cello, which made Chloe unstoppably think of the dreadful valley-like hollowness in the man's equally beautiful voice in the dream.

His bony fingers reached into the bathtub and caressed her thin back, and carefully washed off the thick blood scabs on her body. As the sticky and dry blood on her body gradually melted in the warm water, Patsy could feel the silky touch of her gradually cleansing skin under her hands.

"I saw you in my dream." Chloe's voice was soft and hoarse, her opened eyes were still dull because she hadn't adapted to the gentle light like melted butter in the bathroom, but because of For this reason, it looks extraordinarily clear and shallow, with a transparent texture that can be seen at a glance.

"What did I dream about?" Patsy wrapped her in a bath towel and hugged her, drained a bathtub of thick bloody water, and filled the bathtub with clean hot water again.

During this process, Chloe curled up tightly between his arms as if she was afraid of the cold, and her body was diluted with water into a light red liquid, which wetted the snow-white skin of Patsy's body. On the shirt, blood slipped down the line of his collarbone, and he felt as if his skin was being burned by a branding iron.

It was only when she was soaked in the bathtub again that she stretched out her curled up twisted posture like a fish washed ashore by sea water, her eyes felt a little light at this moment, and the thick eyelashes trembled uncomfortably.

"I dreamed... I don't know you anymore." Chloe's eyesight finally recovered, and Percy's outline was still three-dimensional in the dense mist.

"Then you still know it's me?" There was a smile in Patsy's voice, he leaned over and stroked her beautiful eyebrows with his lips and then the skin of her face that still had a faint smell of blood. Sliding down all the way with her clear and delicate outline, finally lingering the cool breath on the corner of her mouth.

"I knew it was you as soon as I woke up. In the dream you held me in your arms...you are still so beautiful, but I am really afraid of you." Chloe turned her head and rubbed Percy's lips, she Looking at his face so close at hand, the eyes are erratic and scattered, and can't be concentrated, "I'm also afraid of myself..."

Passy slowly poured the milk bath into the water, watching the milky white and fragrant melted toffee-like liquid and the clear water react with countless fine and dense foams, climbing onto the girl's skin like frozen milk, quickly It spread and soon wrapped her body like a cocoon.A light layer of blood soon floated on the surface of the foam, and the lingering sweet smell in the air was gradually swallowed by the sweet smell of toffee.

"Cloe..." He lifted her head and looked at her delicate face, and pressed his lips against her ear, "You don't need to be afraid anymore, your life and death are in your own hands from now on."

"So you still cured me?" Chloe suddenly smiled, "You are always so powerful, what good will it do you if you cure me?"

"As long as you live, everything will be different." Patsy stroked her long, enchanting hair like wet algae entangled between her fingers, and there was even a hint of longing in her tone, "Will you be with other women?" Like a kid, you can do whatever you want."

"You always decide everything about me without authorization, but I never blame you..." Chloe reached out and clenched his fingers too hard, as if trying to crush his bones, "I belong to you."

Her mind was empty at this time, but there was always a weak and continuous sound like the echo of a conch. The memory area in her mind was torn apart forcibly, and the thick or light colors on the familiar silhouettes were sticky. Stirring together is like paint spilled into boiled snow-white paste.

"I saw my mother and brother in my dream." The expression on her face was lost, and the line formed by the corners of her mouth was a thin blade.

The indifference in Chloe's tone seemed to be wrapped in a hard shell, and no soft emotion could break through to see the core of her emotions.

"How are they?" Patsy shook off the bath towel, wrapped her whole body up and carried her out of the bathtub. She could feel that every inch of her body was as primitive and pure as a newborn baby.

"Mom is prettier than me, brother..." Chloe tilted her head and thought for a while, "He is very good-looking, just as good-looking as you."

She allowed him to carry her out of the bathroom and put her on the bed. When her body touched the dry sheets, the burning pain immediately spread to the whole blood vessel, and she could hear her own heartbeat.