Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The black cat spirit's fur stood on end at his feet and it growled. Its pupils shrank into a thin line, and its sharp claws scraped against the floor, making a harsh sound.

Chu Ziyu suddenly raised his eyes, and a hint of confusion flashed under his silver-gray eyelashes.

He tilted his head slightly, his voice as light as a falling feather: "Lin Ci'an... why are you so angry?"

This simple question hit Lin Ci'an's chest like a hammer.

(Yeah, why?)

(I should hate him...)

(I swore revenge...)

(Tmd... Chu Ziyu, you won. I... can't let you go)

He pulled Chu Ziyu closer, so close that he could smell the faint smell of blood and medicine on him.

"Chu Ziyu!" His voice was hoarse. "You really are... my nemesis."

The black cat spirit suddenly pounced on him, its claws tightly grasping Chu Ziyu's collar, and its tail anxiously wrapped around his wrist.

“Aren’t you the most eloquent?”

He rubbed his thumb hard across the blood scab at the corner of the other person's mouth.

“Why are you playing dumb in front of them? Huh?”

Chu Ziyu lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist which was clenched red, and smiled softly: "What else? Flip the table like you did?"

"At least I won't give in like a coward! Like a dog wagging its tail for mercy."

As soon as he said that, Lin Ci'an regretted it.

Chu Ziyu's pupils shrank imperceptibly for a moment, as if they were pricked by an invisible needle.

The ears of the snow wolf spirit drooped slightly and its tail hung down, as if it had been hit by an invisible whip.

The light in the corridor was pale, making Chu Ziyu's face almost transparent.

Only then did Lin Ci'an notice that his lips were so pale that they were almost invisible, and there was an abnormal bluish-gray tint under his eyes - this man was simply forcing himself.

“Accept your fate?”

He repeated softly, his voice as light as a feather falling to the ground, but with an indescribable tiredness.

"Yes, I am...very good at accepting my fate. I'm a coward."

Chu Ziyu whispered, "So? Are you going to stand up for me, Guide Lin?"

His tone was eerily calm, as if he had long been numb to all the pain.

Lin Ci'an's chest suddenly felt like it was being cut by a sharp knife.

(How could he speak in such a tone?)

(The madman who had crushed his mental images with a smile in his previous life, now acted like a tamed beast, too lazy to even resist?)

The black cat suddenly jumped up and slapped the snow wolf on the head with one claw.

The snow wolf didn't dodge or evade, and took the blow head-on. A clump of hair on its forehead was pulled out, and blood oozed out.

“You fucking——”

Lin Ci'an grabbed Chu Ziyu's collar, but choked up at the other's calm gaze.

He suddenly remembered the bloody battle on the third underground floor, Chu Ziyu's back covered in wounds but still standing straight, and the bitter smile on his lips.

(Not that I won’t resist.)

(I resisted too many times and finally learned to survive in the most energy-saving way.)

Lin Ci'an's hands suddenly trembled.

He roughly pulled Chu Ziyu over, resting his forehead on his shoulder, breathing as heavy as a drowning man.

“…I hate the way you look.”

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and incoherent, "Why do they treat you like this... and you still..."

Still accepting it? Still indifferent? Still able to smile?

(He feels sorry for me...)

This realization made Chu Ziyu feel a secret joy in his heart, like drinking a mouthful of hot liquor, burning from his throat all the way to his internal organs.

Chu Ziyu froze for a moment, then raised his hand and patted him lightly on the back.

“Don’t cry.”

The voice was as soft as a sigh, but when he saw the other person really shedding tears, his heart skipped a beat.

Only then did Lin Ci'an realize that tears had already fallen.

He whispered, "I'm used to being dirty. It's not worth it."

(Please feel sorry for me a little more...)

(Lose control for me a little more...)

This sentence completely shattered Lin Ci'an's rationality.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes red: "Who allowed you to say that about yourself?!"

Chu Ziyu trembled slightly when he yelled at her, but from an angle that the other party couldn't see, the corners of his lips curled up in a fleeting, triumphant arc.

The smile was quickly concealed, replaced by a restrained and fragile expression, with even the corners of his eyes showing a perfect hint of red.

"I..."

He opened his mouth, but stopped at the right time. His long silver-gray hair fell down, hiding the satisfaction that flashed in his eyes.

The mental tentacles shot out of control and pierced fiercely into Chu Ziyu's mental picture.

This time it was not an attack, but an almost brutal healing - he frantically repaired those old hidden wounds, as if to erase all traces of being owed.

As Lin Ci'an frantically repaired the wounds, dark thoughts surged uncontrollably:

(Should have locked you up...)

(Create a pure white room that only I can enter...)

(I personally inject you with the guide agent every day, watching you tremble in my arms...)

(This way I won’t get hurt, won’t bleed, and won’t be seen by those people...)

His spiritual tentacles left marks deep in Chu Ziyu's image, and each mark was entangled with twisted obsessions.

Lin Ci'an knew that his current state was not right, but he couldn't stop - just like when he was destroyed by Chu Ziyu in his previous life, he jumped in without hesitation even though he knew it was an abyss.

Chu Ziyu groaned, his knees went weak, and he fell into Lin Ci'an's arms.

"pain......"

Chu Ziyu's groan brought him back to reality.

Lin Ci'an looked at the pale face of the person in his arms, and suddenly wanted to bite his lips and let the paleness be dyed with his own color.

(No... it's not enough...)

(Will carve my name on his bones...)

(I want his mental picture to be filled with me...)

(Even if he dies, he will go to hell with my mark...)

"The blackening value has been reduced by 10%. The current blackening value is 60%."

He looked down at Chu Ziyu, and a trace of heartache suddenly mixed with his violent emotions - this contradiction made his temples throb.

Chu Ziyu's fingers clenched Lin Ci'an's clothes, and his heart softened immediately.

Lin Ci'an hugged him tightly, his fingertips digging into the bandages on his back: "You deserve it! Who told you... Who told you..."

He couldn't speak anymore.

The snow wolf spirit quietly buried its head in the black cat's belly, whimpering like a cub in its throat.

At the end of the corridor, several sneaky surveillance cameras flashed red lights.

Lin Ci'an didn't even look at it, and a mental shock directly crushed all the electronic equipment.

“Listen.”

He leaned against Chu Ziyu's forehead and said in a low voice, "From today on, your life belongs to me."

"If you dare to destroy it again, I will bury the entire tower with you."