"As expected, there's another one."
She didn't know who said that until the back of her head hit the stone pavement.
That was the last thing Qiao Yuanji heard that evening. After that, everything turned into a silent pantomime. Sitting in the audience seats in the distance was a world with deformed faces.
The few fragments that could still be remembered played in her memory so slowly that it was almost unreal.
Qiao Yuansi's foot kicked into the air and soundlessly hit the female employee in the red uniform. A pair of hands came down and grabbed her by the neck, pinning her to the ground so that she could not move. Someone's high heel stomped hard and silently into her stomach. Her foot was pressed down, and heavy fingers pried open her eyelids.
It just so happened that it was snowing for the first time that day.
From the dark blue and gray sky, snowflakes slowly swirled down. From small white spots that could not be seen high in the sky, they turned into fuzzy snowballs that grew larger and larger. At first, they were gray and white. When they passed by the street lamps, they were dyed orange. In the end, they turned into a deep blood red in her eyes.
Jin Yan seemed to stumble and run away when they surged forward. When Qiao Yuanji coughed and struggled to get up from the ground, there was only her, the snow that grew thicker, and the silence that grew more and more deafening.
It was her resistance that angered those few people, causing the infection process to turn into a long and unnecessary beating and torture. Qiao Yuanji struggled to stand up in a daze. She dragged her feet past her own bloodstains and walked out of the park step by step. The pain from every step was like a sharp awl that stabbed into her tear ducts.
The pedestrians she met on the way could not see the injuries on her body. They would only pay attention to her face. When they saw what they wanted to see, they would turn their faces away and walk away.
Qiao Yuanji did not even know how she got home. The car was left outside the park. She dragged her body slowly in the snow and rain. When she got home, her hands and feet were completely numb. It was as if they would break and fall the moment they touched something hot.
Her hands had turned into two pieces of frozen meat. She could not pull out a book or hold a pen steadily. But she still struggled and piled all the books she had read the last time she recovered, all the objects she had used, and all the records she had listened to on the dark red Persian carpet in the living room.
… Although the most important one was missing.
Qiao Yuansi fell to the ground and started flipping through the pile of books with all his might. The dripping snow, dirty blood, and tears soaked the paper covers of the books. That night she lay on her back on the carpet and fainted. That pile, like a fire of hope on a cold night, died out as the night went on.
When she woke up the next afternoon, she sat on the carpet in a daze for a while. Apart from the pain all over her body, the despair of falling into hell had disappeared.
For the next two days she had to ask for leave to convalesce at home, but she did not touch the pile of records and books that lay on the carpet.
After a few days, Qiao Yuan Temple began to seriously consider Sakura Shore.
Of course, she did not forget him, the posthuman who came from another apocalyptic world. She also knew that he did have some special tricks up his sleeves. Last time, wasn't it because of him that she went through so much unnecessary trouble?
What if he comes back? After all, he still had eleven months to stay here. Judging from the time they had spent together in the past, it was hard to guarantee that he would not come back to see her before he left.
If the two of them had just sat down and said a few words, she could still pretend to deceive him. But Qiao Yuan Temple was not stupid. She could feel that if Sakura Shore finally could not help but come back to see her after a long time, it might not be just a "look."
No, actually, even if it was just for the time of a meal, she could not pretend for that long without exposing herself.
So, Qiao Yuan Temple specially took a day to prepare a notebook and pen and sat down at the dining table.
"Ah, I had just been infected at that time. If I did not quickly write down those feelings, thoughts, and things to take note of, I was afraid that I would forget them after a while. Even if I only forgot the details, it would not be easy, because even if you ask me to say it now, I would not be able to say those words. "
Qiao Yuan Temple leaned on the armrest of the sofa. Her laughter bubbled up in her chest like a series of bubbles. She had to use all her strength to hold it back so that she could continue speaking.
"Speaking of which, you can only blame yourself." She tilted her head and sighed contentedly. "If you had not come back, wouldn't everything have been fine?"
Sakura Shore's hands rested on the table, still maintaining the same posture as he looked straight at her. His face gradually became paler, as if the snow had accumulated on his skin after the mist had fallen, making the bright red at the corners of his eyes even more frightening.
He wanted to say something, but when his lips opened slightly, he seemed to have forgotten. He raised his hand and slowly touched the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, and his lower lip with his trembling fingertips, as if he wanted to find those blood-red traces through the touch of his fingers.
"If you had not come back, we would have minded our own business. When the time came, you would have left, and I would not have gone to find you. Who told you to come back? If you came back, you would very likely find that there was something wrong with me. You were the one who threatened me. You said that if I changed, then you would kill me. " Qiao Yuan Temple snorted through his nose, but his smile did not diminish. "You were the one who told me this method. I was trying to protect myself. You can understand that, right? "
She paused and played with a lock of her hair. Then, she said with a smile, "It is a good thing for you that you do not have to wander anymore. Besides, you are not at a disadvantage. "
Just as she finished speaking, she felt her vision blur. The chandelier on the ceiling of the living room was smashed. The broken glass shards were wrapped up in the storm like ice crystals and hit her body along with the figure.
Qiao Yuan Temple's head hit the sofa with a thud. His fingers, which were like iron pincers, tightly wrapped around her throat. In a few blinks of an eye, the flow of oxygen in her trachea was cut off. Her blood vessels gradually expanded in despair, but they still could not get any supply. She struggled and tried to push a few times, but Sakura Shore's hand did not budge.
What he was doing now was as if he wanted to kill her in anger, but he was so silent that there was not a trace of murderous intent.
"You, you want to kill me?" Her fragmented and disjointed words were difficult to hear clearly. "You, you are going to … be alone … I want to stay and accompany you …"
Sakura Shore heard her clearly. The strength of his fingers pressed heavily on her trachea for a few seconds. Perhaps even he himself did not realize that he was loosening bit by bit.
He lowered his head, and his black hair fell messily. Together with his breath, it was as if a curtain had enveloped her and separated her from the world. Blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his eyes, making him look as if he was crying unconsciously.
"You wrote this sentence in your notebook, didn't you?"
Indeed.
After being infected, even if one did not make any effort, there would still be a period of twenty-four hours. For the time being, one's thoughts would not change too much. Of course, Qiao Yuan Temple had to think about what would happen after he found out that she was infected. Or rather, what she would have said a few days ago to make Sakura Shore spare her life.
"It doesn't matter. I don't care if everything you say now is a pre-written line." He was still pressing down on her like a brewing storm. She only needed to exert a little more strength, and her throat would be crushed. But he would not.
He was the kind of person who looked very strong, very powerful, and very skillful, but in reality, he would quickly accept and silently endure.
Sakura Shore abruptly let go of her and stood up straight.
Qiao Yuan Temple coughed desperately. Half of it was because he was really in pain, and the other half was pretending to be in pain because he wanted him to feel pity for him. What was done was done. In any case, he was going to live in this world in the future, so why bother making things difficult for her, right?
The reason she had not taken off her face was because she did not want to scare him. She wanted him to still have a good impression of her and fantasize about her. In the future, he would also change.
Sakura Shore picked up the T-shirt from the ground and put it on without a word. He raised his hand to push his black hair behind his head, revealing a pair of captivating red eyes that were like blood, and looked at her for a while.
"Come with me to the bathroom."
Eh? This order was something Qiao Yuan Temple did not expect. Why did he want to go to the bathroom at this time … Many guesses flashed through her mind, but she never expected Sakura Shore's second order to be, "Sit in the bathtub."
Now she could only do as he said.
"What are you doing?" After Qiao Yuan Temple sat in the bathtub, she turned her head and wanted to act a little more pitiful, but her wrist was grabbed by him. Before she could react, he had already used a chain handcuff to handcuff her right wrist to the bathtub's faucet.
"This is also my special item. If you have nothing to do, you can try to break free and see if you can get out." When Sakura Shore spoke, he did not even look at her, as if this was just a necessary business procedure.
"Wait a minute." Qiao Yuan Temple was anxious. "What are you doing?"
Sakura Shore did not say a word. He turned and walked out of the bathroom. "If I don't go to work, they'll come looking for me!" she shouted at his back, but still did not get any answer.
Was he going to leave her here to starve to death?
From outside came the sound of Sakura Shore's footsteps. They were very heavy, not like him at all. There was also the muffled sound of things falling to the ground and rummaging through boxes. Qiao Yuan Temple had changed shape, but his intelligence did not decrease. He immediately understood that he was looking for the books that she had used to recover.
"Oh no, I didn't get rid of those things," Qiao Yuan Temple thought as he pulled her wrist a few times. Other than making her feel unbearably painful, the chain did not even budge. It completely extinguished her little fantasy.
The bathroom was the best place in her house with the soundproofing, and there was a green belt outside. No one could hear her calling for help, but Sakura Shore even remembered this point!
"You've already been infected too much." In his anxiety, Qiao Yuan Temple shouted at the door again. "It's no use. Even if you can slow down the speed of the change, you —"
Sakura Shore's tall and thin shadow stepped into the doorframe, cutting off the second half of her sentence. His hand was empty. It was very likely that after he found the things, he stuffed them into his ring.
When he walked in, there was a moment when the wind blew his bangs open, and the blood tears flashed and disappeared. Then he squatted down, and a salty, ocean-like aura rolled up from his wide T-shirt, startling Qiao Yuan Temple slightly.
"Wait for me here," he said in a hoarse voice. He did not look at her and gently inserted his fingers into her hair. "If I need to save this world to save you, that's fine too."
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