Ziyu thought of that young boy’s appearance, which bore a resemblance to the master’s features, inheriting the master’s good looks. But unfortunately, he was born deaf and mute—a waste of heaven’s gifts...
"Let’s go, let’s see him." The woman flicked her sleeve and turned to leave.
Ziyu imdiately followed with quick, small steps.
When the woman pushed the door open, she saw the boy sitting on the edge of the bed with his back facing the door. Sunshine enveloped his entire body, yet his slender, thin back exuded loneliness and solitude from deep within.
The boy did not turn around.
The woman walked towards him gracefully, step by step.
She finally stood in front of him, casting a shadow that blocked the sunlight. The boy finally looked up.
It was an incredibly beautiful face, with skin fine and fair like top-quality white jade, untouched by the wear of wind and rain. His eyes were as clear and clean as a mountain stream, so pure that any evil thought or desire seed a blasphemy against him.
Those black eyes were calm and still, only showing a quick flash of light when they t hers.
"What beautiful eyes..." she sighed, raising her hand to rest on his eyelids. The boy tilted his head, and her hand slipped down past his cheek.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the air in the room beca thin in an instant.
Ziyu stood at the door, bowing his head even lower.
The boy instinctively shrank his head back, a hint of timidity in his gaze. Curled up, he cautiously glanced at her, with curiosity and confusion in his eyes. But as soon as he t her smiling eyes, he quickly withdrew as if electrocuted.
"Are you afraid of ?" she asked with a smile.
The boy curled up, shivering from his shoulders.
Shaking her head, she chuckled, "Look at ... I forgot, you can’t hear speaking...."
The boy was as silent as a statue.
The woman turned, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her long skirt trailing on the ground. In the golden light, her voluptuous figure was revealed, exuding a nobility that made one want to imdiately kneel at her feet and offer worship.
"How long has it been? So long... it seems like a past life... You’re here to seek debt from , I know...." she said, laughing softly, her tone cool and mocking.
A trace of coldness flashed through the boy’s downcast eyes, but it was just a mont; his expression returned to its usual innocence.
"You and your sister look so alike, but your sister isn’t as obedient as you. She even wanted to kill , you both... are here to seek debt from ."
She talked to herself, thinking the boy behind couldn’t hear, "I was once as naive as you, but later I discovered I was wrong, terribly wrong. In this man-eating world, where does true affection exist? I learned my lesson with scars, but it was too late, everything could never return...."
Suddenly, her tone beca extraordinarily gentle: "When you two were born, you were soft bundles, so cute. You should have been my treasures, but... but...." Her voice suddenly turned chillingly dark as she spun around to glare at the boy.
The boy was startled by the hostility in her eyes, instinctively shrinking his neck.
"But both of you coming into this world was a mistake. You shouldn’t exist in this world; you’re filthy, my disgrace, heaven’s punishnt for ...." she said, suddenly lunging forward, wrapping her hands around the boy’s neck, her eyes gradually glowing with a purplish violet light, looking eerie and terrifying.
The boy’s pupils contracted, gradually unable to breathe, his cheeks turning intensely red.
With ghostly violet eyes, her face was ruthless and heartless; at this mont, she was as terrifying as the Devil.
"You shouldn’t be alive in this world. Since you are a mistake, let it start and end with ...."
The boy’s consciousness gradually dissipated; his clear eyes began to unfocus. His thin lips moved slightly, silently uttering a sentence.
She saw it, and instinctively froze for a mont.
Then, as if shocked by electricity, she suddenly released him, retreating abruptly as though awakened from a nightmare...
The boy clutched his neck, collapsing onto the bed, and started coughing violently.
Holding her head, the woman chuckled twice, the laughter so cold and bizarre, inexplicably causing one’s hair to stand on end.
He called out—Mom...
This was the one word in her life she could not face, whether it was anger, fear, or guilt... she had long refused to think about it. That word seed to be a curse in her life, every ti she heard it, it felt like opening Pandora’s box....
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