Not long ago, Bologue, like Aimou, sat at the bar, looking at Serey’s open album and listening to him tell stories about his wives.
To be honest, Bologue didn’t really listen; he thought Serey’s romantic history was just a pile of aningless waste, serving only to satisfy people’s curiosity. Bologue couldn’t see any other use for his stories... Make a movie out of them? Would such a thing even air?
Midnight slot?
Now Aimou harbors similar thoughts to Bologue’s. Her tolerance is much lower than Bologue’s, and she doesn’t care at all for Serey’s passionate appearance.
Infatuated with the pure emotions of dozens of wives, Aimou frowned.
"I think let’s just forget it."
Aimou raised her hand and closed Serey’s album. "Just tell the main parts directly."
Serey looked disappointed, and seeing this, Aimou retorted, "Do you think this is so kind of honor or achievent?"
Aimou’s words were unexpectedly harsh, leaving no face at all, and the distinguished Night Race Lord was scolded like a child for a mont. Serey actually felt a bit of panic.
Aimou knew he was pretending.
"Hmm, how should I say?"
Serey put away his playful attitude and stepped into mories amidst the conversation and music of others.
"I’ve lived for a long ti, seen many won, and most of them, I rember their nas only through marriage."
"What about the others?"
Serey shrugged indifferently, "Then I don’t rember them, just like you don’t rember every person you’ve ever t, right?"
"Speaking of which, so people, from eting to parting, we never exchanged nas," Serey nodded to himself, "Everyone cos out in the deep night seeking solace."
After a pause, Serey suddenly said, "They all want to stay."
Aimou was confused, "Stay with you?"
"Yes," Serey smiled, "Maybe it’s my charm, or perhaps my overwhelming mystique that makes people irresistibly curious."
"They always plead, hoping I would stay and live with them, and so even want to go with ... But how is that possible? I am an Undead, a wandering Night Race Lord. What we have is just fleeting joy, not eternity."
Serey wore a smile, but his voice turned cold, "I’ve left many people heartlessly; everyone just takes what they need until one day, I t an interesting person."
"Who is she?"
"A woman... A woman I can’t quite understand, she’s very mysterious, extrely mysterious. Even now, I still don’t feel I’ve fully grasped her."
When ntioning that woman, Serey revealed a nostalgic expression. Aimou could see genuine longing in his eyes. Such pure feelings appearing in Serey’s eyes were truly surprising.
Serey was like a rotten apple, riddled with holes, crawling with worms, decaying and decrepit with just a single tender sprout remaining.
"She ca from the Mountain Ridge, an adventurer and traveler who’s been on the move since adulthood, exploring many seldom-trodden places, witnessing magnificent natural vistas."
Serey continued, "In the depths of a prival forest, she discovered a hundred-ter-high cliff with a waterfall flowing down. But the drop was too great; the water carried by the waterfall was scattered by strong winds before reaching the bottom...
I can’t imagine such a scene. She said the water was cut off in mid-air, transforming into a stretching rainbow under the sunlight, extending to the end of the sky like the ribbon of a Celestial God, a gift from the gods."
Serey sighed heavily, "It sounds beautiful... but alas, I cannot see sunlight, nor can I glimpse the rainbow."
"She’s adept at describing things. From her mouth, I saw many beautiful landscapes. Compared to that, my stories seem dull."
"We talked for a long ti, from deep night until dawn, when the first ray of morning light arrived. She said she was leaving."
Serey softly said, "For the first ti, I felt curiosity and attachnt toward a woman."
Aimou said, "Mystique."
"Yes, mystique," Serey said, "She was like a thick book I wanted to understand."
"And then?"
"She left, and by deep night, I began to track her footprints. Days later, in the next small town, I encountered her again. I staged a serendipitous eting, and we chatted all night again, repeating the departure, search, and encounter.
By the third eting, she already sensed sothing was off. She asked what I intended to do. I said I had grown fond of her and asked if I could accompany her."
"Did she agree?"
"Yes, she did. She thought I was quite interesting too," Serey stroked his chin, "I still have so charm."
"She walked in the daylight; you couldn’t keep up."
"So that night, I told her my identity, an Undead Night Race."
"How did she react?"
"Surprised, but only surprised. On her journey, she had seen many strange things. As such, she easily accepted my existence."
Serey reminisced about those tis. In dreams, he returned countless tis to that journey.
"She shared many anecdotes from the road with , and I recounted my century-long experiences to her."
Aimou listened earnestly; Serey was a notorious womanizer, and no one could bind his heart. But through Serey’s words, Aimou could sense that the woman had briefly conquered Serey.
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