Confession (1)

His lips suddenly went pale, and with them his face.

Shuo Yan looked at him in silence, Zhifan Shen vaguely felt that his heart was bound by an invisible net, wrapped so tightly that even the beating of his heart felt strained.

His lips mumbled noiselessly twice, and finally closed again feebly, and his mind wandered into a thousand thoughts for a moment.

At last his eyes fell on Shuo Yan's slightly furrowed brow, and his heart suddenly loosened, rather like a trance of not caring about anything.

So surprisingly he ended up just smiling at him.

"Really, I also think ...... that if you stand in front of me one day, I can recognize you too."

Shuo Yan froze at his smile, seemingly surprised, his heart palpitating like an electric shock, his eyes rolling slightly, fluttering with his eyelashes.

But his smile gave him a vague uneasiness in his heart.

"You ......"

"I ......"

Both voices stopped abruptly, and for a moment there was some awkwardness.

Finally, Shuo Yan sighed and slowly stood up, the ambiguous atmosphere of the party was empty, he looked at him in silence, as if waiting for his explanation.

But Zhifan Shen didn't know where to start.

Nor do I know what to say.

What to say, he wiped his face a little hopelessly, and sat a little awkwardly on the edge of the bed for a moment, still not knowing what to say.

If not those words, what else can be said?

You can't say that the bed is soft and big and comfortable to sit on.

Zhifan Shen thought sardonically, hanging his head, a little confused, and a little apprehensive, but the sight of the longest, slimmest legs he could see without looking up made him feel a kind of stupidity.

"I remember, " Shuo Yan fished a cigarette out of his pocket, the miniature ember star flickered for a moment and surprisingly went out, his fingers trembled slightly and he finally put it back somewhat spoiled, "you said before that you were going to deal with Ferdinandia . "

Zhifan Shen was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Are you lying to me?"

"No," Zhifan Shen darted his head up, only to drop it back down after contacting his gaze, and smiled dryly, "I ...... mean you no harm."

"No offense?" Shuo Yan's throat suddenly went dry, and he looked at him closely, as if trying to make a flower out of that cold, thin-as-pale-jade face.

But nothing could be seen in favor of it.

The young man sitting on the bed had a very distant and unfamiliar brow.

He wore the clothes of a waiter, but even in a simple white outfit, it still set off his long body like jade, showing that his base was really good.

There was little expression on his face, and his face had been made to look less handsome than it had once been, almost harsh and cold, but it was still shrouded in a layer of frost, blankly unreadable.

If there is no malice, what about ...... affection?

His throat rolled, but in the end he didn't say anything, he didn't want to make a fool of himself and get even more embarrassed, so he could only cough lightly and turn his head away.

"Aren't you a bit arrogant, if Ferdinandia is on your--"

Zhifan Shen interrupted Shuo Yan in a low voice with a stab in his heart, "My lord, this is a personal vendetta between me and Ferdinandia."

Shuo Yan looked at him steadily, his brows furrowed together, "It's not a conflict, we can work together."

Besides, even if we're not working together, with our relationship--

Shuo Yan was almost on the verge of blurting out the words again, but they were blocked at the back of his throat.

With their connections, what do they have to do with each other?

A one-night-in-the-bed relationship, or a life-saving gift from yesteryear, or ......

His heart lurched, so hard that for a moment it felt like air had been injected raw into it, and even the corners of his eyes twitched.

"No," Zhifan Shen sighed long and hard as he finally resigned himself to his fate, a faintly bitter smile suddenly hanging at the corners of his mouth, "You don't understand."

"...... What don't you understand?" Shuo Yan looked at him quietly.

What could he not understand, what could he not tolerate?

He didn't even ask him a single question about why he left and why he came back and what he was going to do.

"I can't work with you," Zhifan Shen drooped his eyes, the color of his pupils was light, but as usual they were so deep that you couldn't see a hint of the emotions within, "My lord, I lied to you last time, I can't do it."

Shuo Yan stared at him, "What do you mean?"

Zhifan Shen laughed softly, "This country, I don't want to ...... I don't want to get more entangled with this country."

Shuo Yan froze, "Why?"

Zhifan Shen's eyes were suddenly cold, his eyeballs turned up very slowly, the line of sight was breathtaking, and the light next to him fell down, with a cold reflection of bluish color.

"My family, everything ...... I've been uprooted from since then has been persecuted by the Empire, and there's no way I can, no way I can persuade myself to serve such a country."

Shuo Yan felt his head spin as his mind raced through Zhifan Shen's past and everything he could learn about it.

Finally he looked at him deeply, "Do you want to tell me?"

Zhifan Shen knew what he was talking about, and he was silent for a moment before finally nodding.

"My home is in N-192," Zhifan Shen s voice is low, his voice was originally with the clear brightness of a teenager, but at this time, it is low and hoarse without words, "It is a barren and backward place, where the people are warm and simple, and Emperor Planet is not at all comparable to Emperor, it is prosperous and cold. Most of them don't have much to pursue, even if they are suffering, they are willing to seek a stable life, and their greatest hope is that the days will be better and the metal storms will come less often."

Zhifan Shen lifted his eyes, his gaze so bright, like it could shine through.

"Not only N-192, there are millions more planets like this one, with such inhabitants, my lord, please tell me, have they done anything wrong? If such lives can be plundered at will just because of the selfishness of those people, is there any salvation for this country?"

Shuo Yan 兀 shuddered, "You're talking about the N galaxy explosion?"

"Yes," Zhifan Shen's voice drew up two inches as his throat moved and his palms gripped tightly on the sheets, "I used to think only that it was our misfortune, but never did I maliciously surmise that all those tens of millions of lives were thought to be destroyed for reasons that might simply have been a way to hide their sordid deeds, slaughtering the lives of those innocent people with such tactics."

Shuo Yan looked at him with complexity between his eyes, unable to speak for a moment.

"They died without realizing that they had been casually abandoned," Zhifan Shen couldn't help but become emotionally intense, his voice high, "Is there really a need for such a country, such a leader, to exist?"

"I'm sorry," Zhifan Shen lifted his eyes, "when I knew that this country might face extinction, I didn't feel sad, but rather happy, even ...... relieved. "

Shuo Yan's lips moved slightly twice, looking at the disheveled-faced youth in silence.

"Do you know why," he clenched his lower lip, looking so pale and hard, but still vulnerable, "because of the 'Weier Xi', because we're supposedly the potion that will make us live forever. They want to live, they have to take away our lives, and I can't imagine that this is something that would happen in a higher civilized land."

His five fingers gripping the bedspread loosened.

He never thought to tell Shuo Yan that Zhifan Shen's life was pale and tumultuous, that he had sent away his only attachment, that the world had left him hanging, just waiting for the end.

--Kill Ferdinandia, or be killed by Ferdinandia.

If he could, he would like to see the moment when this kingdom is overthrown.

Yet it was another cop-out; he knew that he was not capable of doing justice to the thousands of lives that had been lost, so he preferred to look on in such a despicable manner.

Capricious and incompetent, but what could he do.

Zhifan Shen wiped his face, his eyes misting slightly but drying quickly, as he was now, cold as a stone statue that had stood in the weeds for millions of years.

"...... Weier Xi ." Shuo Yan bowed his head and repeated, "I saw it in my dad's notes back in the day, but didn't realize it really existed."

Zhifan Shen moved his fingers slightly and looked up at him.

" Weier Xi , the legend of immortality."

Shuo Yan said again, looking down at him.

Zhifan Shen's eyes hid blades and blood and bone, "Yes, I am Weier Xi."

Shuo Yan took two steps forward and bent down, Zhifan Shen did not dodge, but just sat quietly and looked up at him.

The two men's sights, one above the other, crossed.

Even breathing fell silent, the room was surprisingly bright for a moment, but even the light was taboo.

Zhifan Shen looked at him steadily, but Shuo Yan strangely saw a hint of supplication in his frosty eyes.

He thought for a moment and reached out to touch his cheek.

Zhifan Shen froze, his eyes rolled twice, staring at him in a daze.

"Is this your secret?"

Zhifan Shen paused, almost in tears.

"Perhaps so, my lord."

Shuo Yan was silent for a moment, bending at the waist.

He lowered his head and dropped a feathery kiss on his lips.

Zhifan Shen did not dodge, as if he had accounted for everything he was not afraid of anything and did not care about anything anymore.

He just shivered as the web binding his heart cut two more points deeper.

But the kiss was gentle.

His mind suddenly recalled the fable he had read many years ago.

Gale and Sun made a bet on who could undress the traveler.

The wind whistled and curled, and the traveler shivered, but instead of blowing away a single piece of clothing, he began to fold it over and over again.

Only the Sun, which gently and immovably increases the temperature, makes the traveler willingly take off his clothes.

Zhifan Shen When I saw this story, I only felt that the wind was so foolish, visual now, he touched this story like Sun's immovable kiss, only suddenly realized that the traveler to be more pitiful ah.

Travelers don't really want to undress.

But the kiss was so powerful, so powerful that Zhifan Shen could not resist.

"Can I ask a question, maybe a little stupid," Zhifan Shen looked up at him, "Why did you kiss me?"

"You asked once." Shuo Yan's fingers were still caressing Zhifan Shen's face, his gaze was gentle and indulgent, like the warm River Seme, "I didn't tell that time, this time I'll tell you."

"Because actually every time I see you, I want to kiss you, so I do."

Zhifan Shen lowered his eyes, "My lord, I am Weier Xi."

"You ......" Shuo Yan a pause, the heart suddenly has a bottom, "you are not my lover, you did not promise."

Zhifan Shen looked at him blankly, suddenly at a loss for words, "I ...... but I ......"

"I don't care about any of that," Shuo Yan snapped his chin, Zhifan Shen Knife Frost's artifacts finally falling apart, "All I care about is, do you want to kiss me yet."

"Would you like to kiss me, Nozomu?"

The sound was like a magic spell and a thorny thorn.

The gentle, weak water is also the sunshine of the parable.

"I want," Zhifan Shen murmured softly, resuming his fixed gaze, "I want to kiss you, my lord."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Shuo Yan's kiss covered it again.

And he didn't know why, but tears brushed down his face.

The later must have been the best sunshine for that traveler who experienced the gale.