Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
In my dream, I found myself standing in a wasteland, a blood-red full moon hanging high in the night sky, closer than usual, as if it were within reach, immense and looming.
The air was thick with a faint taste of blood. I heard fighting sounds coming from afar, hesitating for a moment before my body moved on its own, walking towards the source of the noise.
As I drew nearer to the sounds of battle, the taste of blood intensified. With a loud thud, something arced through the air and fell at my feet.
I looked down, trembling—there lay a corpse.
I suddenly lifted my gaze and saw bodies scattered everywhere, torn apart and mangled. Banners, swords, and other weapons were strewn across the ground, mingling with pools of fresh blood that flowed like rivers, collecting in the hollows of the earth.
The clamor of battle filled the air, cries of struggle echoing all around me. Before me unfolded a scene reminiscent of a television fight, a relentless slaughter where lives were at stake.
A crowd surrounded a single figure; before they could launch an attack, he had already fallen.
A head dropped from above and landed at my feet, eyes wide open in death's grip.
"Ah!"
I covered my mouth with my hands, stepping back in terror. I didn't know where I was—was this a dream or reality?
Then I saw a pair of feet stepping on the corpse before me.
I looked up to see Jun Chong clad in a black battle robe. The deep black shimmered under the moonlight, highlighting his fierce demeanor amidst the carnage. A black longsword hung at his side, whispering ominously as the wind stirred.
His blood-red eyes stared unblinkingly into the distance at his enemies. They narrowed slightly, radiating an aura of menace as he raised his sword. The sound of wind swept through his flowing garments, three thousand black strands billowing like ghostly claws.
A hint of a smile curved at his lips—not one of triumph or excitement from battle but rather one born from deep disappointment and sorrow.
He licked the blood off his sword; in that moment, the red glow in his eyes intensified. With a swift movement, he rejoined the fray once more.
“Jun Chong.”
I suddenly leaped out of bed, my heart racing from the vivid dream I had just experienced. The fierce aura of battle, along with the disappointment and pain hidden behind it, all surged toward me.
I didn't know if this was Jun Chong's past, but if it was, it was terrifying.
I could sense that he didn't want to fight, yet he had no choice.
Tears fell into my palms as I looked at the Twinborn Vine in my hand and tightened my grip around it.
“Twinborn, two make a pair, born for a lifetime, inseparable. The vine bears flowers, one plant with two blooms, twin flowers competing and loving each other, one dies while the other thrives.”
I suddenly covered my mouth with my hand, unsure why I had spoken those words. It felt as if the voice that had just emerged wasn’t mine, yet it resonated clearly from my throat.
“Hmph, as long as you know.”
I looked up to see Jun Chong lazily sprawled on my beanbag chair in the corner where sunlight couldn't reach. His three thousand Three Thousand Black Strands cascaded down carelessly, strands hanging over his shoulders and draping across the back of the chair, thick and dark like his eyes.
“Jun Chong?” I exclaimed with joy, recalling Shizui's words from last night. “He really didn't lie to me; you truly came to find me.”
“Hmph.” Jun Chong turned over. Even in the dim light, I could feel the coldness of his gaze. “That scoundrel Rong Zhi is becoming increasingly unscrupulous, daring to treat me this way. And you—I've noticed that Taoist treating you well; you should quickly move on from him to resolve this Twinborn Vine situation.”
“…”
“What are you staring at? Let me warn you: don’t think you can threaten me into doing anything for you. If one day I’m displeased and want to test the waters of dying again, I won’t hesitate to kill you. After all, even if I lose my body, as long as my soul remains intact, I won’t die.”
“But it will hurt. Jun Chong, I can feel your pain.” My words caused Jun Chong's expression to stiffen. Before he could get angry, I continued, “But don’t worry; I won’t threaten you into doing anything. If there’s any threat at all, it’s just this: I want you to stay by my side and accompany me. And I will absolutely not fall for anyone else, so prepare for disappointment.”
“…”
Jun Chong had not spoken yet, but his brows twitched lightly. Suddenly, he turned around, and in the blink of an eye, his tall figure pressed me down onto the bed. One hand grasped my right hand while the other tightened around my neck.
"Don't think I won't dare to act against you."
The familiar scent enveloped me. At such a close distance, I could clearly see his face and feel his breath; his handsome features bore no wounds.
I smiled slightly, unafraid as I reached out to caress his face. "I know you would act against me because you are stronger than I am. But I also know you can't bring yourself to do it. Although you've forgotten our past, I have confidence that I can make you fall in love with me again. Jun Chong, I love you."
"I love you." Those three words once represented the highest vow between lovers, but now, with so many scoundrels and shameless people around, they had greatly tarnished the purity and power of those words.
Yet I still believed that these three words carried a strength that surpassed everything else. As long as there was true love, they would surely emit an infinite power.
Jun Chong lowered his head, his cascading hair obscuring his dark pupils, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking at that moment. Only his tightly pressed lips gradually lifted into a smile.
"Fall in love with you?" Jun Chong squinted and leaned closer to me, a teasing smile spreading across his face, raising the temperature of my heartbeat. "Like this?"
I felt the pressure around my neck loosen, and the next moment brought a chill to my chest.
Jun Chong's long, fair fingers glided along my skin down to my collarbone, stopping at my breasts where he gently pressed down before lowering his head to take one into his mouth. A wave of tingling sensation surged through my body, and I couldn't help but let out a sound.
"Hey, so you like it this way?"
His teasing laughter was right next to my ear, and my face flushed intensely. Seeing the deliberately playful expression in Jun Chong's eyes made me want to find a hole to hide in.
"Anxin, I didn't mean to treat you that way yesterday; someone was lurking in the shadows. I had to put on an act to make you worry. I'm really sorry."
Jun Chong's gaze softened as he looked at me with warmth identical to before.
"Jun Chong?"
"It’s me." He turned his head and kissed my forehead, holding me close while gently patting my back. "I’m really sorry for making you shed so many tears and blood."
This version of Jun Chong was just like before, and my heart softened instantly. I believed that he had no choice last night. Tears continued to flow as I punched him lightly, complaining, "How could you do this? Do you know how much it hurts? I’m really scared that you won’t want me anymore."
"Fool, even if the world crumbles, I will never leave you. You are my one true love."
"Jun Chong."
I buried my face in his chest and cried loudly. Jun Chong patiently comforted me, waiting until I calmed down before wiping away my tears. "Stop crying; when you cry, it makes me sad."
"Okay."
"Can you tell me who gave you the Twinborn Vine? You shouldn’t know about this."
"This?" I reached out and grabbed his hand, our arms contrasting in size, both adorned with the same Twinborn Vine. "I don’t know; I dreamed of someone that night, and when I woke up, it was there."
"Who was that person?"
"I don’t know!" Suddenly, I remembered Jun Chong's purpose for going to Tianshan and thought of the Soul Bell being right here. I wanted to tell him quickly, "Jun Chong, that—"
"Anxin, do you still not trust me? Is that why you won’t tell me the truth?"
"What?" Meeting Jun Chong's slightly displeased gaze, I immediately defended myself. "I didn’t! Everything I said is true; I really don’t know who that person is!"
"If you didn’t know, why didn’t you say it earlier? You’re wasting my feelings."
Jun Chong’s expression changed instantly. He got up from beside me and shot me a disdainful glance while adjusting his clothes.
"Gu Anxin, listen carefully. Although I don’t know why there is my blood in your body, I can temporarily stay by your side. But if I find out that you have any connection to that person, I will not let you off easily."
“Jun Chong?”
“Don’t call my name; you’re not worthy!” Jun Chong snapped, waving his hand as he strode out the door, disappearing from sight.
“…”
It finally dawned on me that Jun Chong’s earlier affection was merely a ploy to extract information about the person who had given me the Twinborn Vine.
My heart ached; he was willing to use me to achieve his goals.
Tears streamed down my face again, unbidden. My own fate was uncertain, and if the Red Spider Lily bloomed, I would still die. Meanwhile, that Jun Chong who wouldn’t allow me to die had vanished completely.
“Have I truly become worthless in your eyes?” I wiped my tears, sniffled, and tried to comfort myself. “No, Gu Anxin, you must have confidence. Mr. Shizui said it himself: if forgotten, then make him fall in love again. Even if the memories are gone, the body will still remember. So Anxin, have faith; he will love you again!”
I repeated to myself that I had to be strong. I had endured so much suffering over these days; what was one more hardship? Besides, this time it was for Jun Chong. Even if it meant death, I would be happy.
So I swore fiercely at the door, “Jun Chong, I love you! Remember that and come back to me! Don’t leave.”
With a sudden bang, Jun Chong appeared right in front of me, startling me greatly.
I had only been trying to boost my own spirits; who would have thought that a single phrase would summon him so quickly? Looking at the faint glow emanating from the Twinborn Vine, could this be the power of soul binding?
Seeing Jun Chong’s face dark as coal, I managed a wry smile and tilted my head. “Jun Chong, are you hungry?”
Comment 0 Comment Count