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At midnight, thunder roared and lightning flashed.
With a loud crack, a bolt of lightning burst through the window, slicing straight across the room.
Startled, she jumped up, clutching her blanket and trembling.
"Little Junior Sister... I've found you..."
The figure of her Senior Brother suddenly appeared at the foot of her bed.
His clothes were drenched, but it wasn’t rainwater that dripped from him; it was blood.
He hadn’t summoned her into a dream; he had come directly. His spell had reached a new level! She swallowed nervously, wanting to take a closer look, but found that his figure had vanished.
Was it an illusion? Another clap of thunder echoed, feeling as if it struck something.
A whisper lingered in her ears: "Come here..."
Her Senior Brother was behind her! Chunya turned around abruptly, only to accidentally brush against his fingernail on her forehead. A chilling sensation coursed down from her head to her feet.
He pressed slightly harder, his fingertip piercing through her forehead. A pain shot through her head as if it were about to split open, and she could almost hear the cracking of her skull.
Warm blood flowed from the wound, streaming down over her eyes and parting at the bridge of her nose, cascading down her cheeks.
In despair, fragments of forgotten memories flashed through her mind. She had loved her Senior Brother dearly, always clamoring to be his bride. He would pick her up and laugh, saying, "Chunya, hurry up and grow up; then you can marry me."
He had doted on her so much that she believed their days would continue like this. But one day, he suddenly said goodbye to their father and set off on a journey.
She chased after him for a long way, calling out his name again and again. Yet he stubbornly refused to look back, leaving only his silhouette behind.
Years passed without a word from him. Just when everyone was about to forget him, he returned.
She was overjoyed, thinking he had come back specifically for her coming-of-age ceremony. But on the night of that celebration, he burst into her room with the intent to kill her. The guards who tried to save her lost their lives in the process.
Father said he had turned into a demon, wielding the Ancestral Power to fight against him. In the chaos, she seized the chance to escape, but when she looked back, the village was engulfed in flames. Her family and friends were all dead, leaving her alone to wander and hide. During this time, her Senior Brother would occasionally cast spells to bring her into dreams.
Living like this, a year passed unknowingly. Out of fear, all she could remember was his murderous face, completely forgetting what the gentle him had looked like long ago, or how clear his eyes had been.
What was it like? As pain overwhelmed her, she saw it—the face buried deep in her heart.
Liu Feng! Liu Feng was the true Senior Brother! Then who was this imposter…
“Chunya!” Liu Feng's anxious voice accompanied the clashing of swords.
She felt the hand on her forehead loosen, and her body fell heavily to the ground.
The Imposter Senior Brother staggered back a few steps, steadied himself, and swung his sword again, but unfortunately missed as he fell. Realizing he had fallen for a trick, he quickly turned around and hurled his knife at her.
He was betting that Liu Feng would not stand by idly, hoping to find out Liu Feng's location in the process.
Unexpectedly, just two inches away from Chunya, the knife stopped as if its force had been neutralized and fell to the ground. It was hair; she saw it clearly.
Though her eyes were smeared with blood, she could still see. Just a moment ago, she had been suffering from a terrible headache, but now it had vanished as if her forehead had never been injured. It was truly strange!
In shock, her vision blurred for a moment before Liu Feng had already picked her up. He chanted a spell, and then the Imposter Senior Brother turned into bubbles, disappearing into thin air as everything returned to normal.
“Liu Feng, I finally found you,” she murmured.
No, there was still one thing that hadn't returned to normal. That was her forehead.
She reached up to touch it and found it scarred; the speed of its healing was astonishing.
In the mirror, it reflected its appearance: pointed at both ends and round in the middle, resembling an eye. Like an eye! She gasped in shock.
Liu Feng twisted a towel to wipe her face and comforted her, “It’s okay! It’s just a scar!”
She stepped back and said, "I remember now. You were my senior brother before I turned twelve, right?"
He sighed helplessly and replied, "Yes, it's me."
"Why?" She gazed deeply into his eyes, tears welling up in her own.
She had once trusted him so completely, admired him so fervently; that feeling still lay buried in her heart even now.
Why did he leave?
She wanted to rush forward and grab his collar to demand answers, but seeing the remorse etched on his face, she found herself unable to speak.
Liu Feng remained silent, unsure if he couldn't speak or simply didn't want to.
Perhaps it was better this way.
She wiped away the tears from her cheeks with determination and asked, "Then who was the person impersonating you? Why were they trying to kill me?"
He took a towel and gently wiped the blood from her face before finally speaking. "Don't you find it strange? Your eyes were clearly smeared with blood, yet you could still see everything around you?"
He... he knows?
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