Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

A suffocating feeling like sinking into an endless deep ocean, without light or sound.

He didn't know how long he slept. It seemed as long as a century, and time and space had lost their meaning.

Then, a sharp sound, like a rusty needle, suddenly pierced the dead silence.

...dirty things...

...pillow talk...

The voice was sharp and vulgar, with a sickening calculation.

Who is it? What are you talking about?

An instinctive feeling of disgust welled up in me, faint but clear.

It felt like a stone thrown into stagnant water, creating a circle of tiny ripples and stirring his sleeping soul.

Then, another voice sounded.

That voice... he recognized it.

It’s Zi Yu.

A crack in the dormant consciousness was forcibly pried open.

The sounds and images from the outside world began to blur in, like looking through thick fog—

He "saw" the thin figure below.

He struggled, trying to regain control of his body.

"The blackening value is reduced by 20%. The current blackening value is 20%. "I

Lin Ci'an's body on the beam shook almost imperceptibly, and his fingers gripping the beam tightened instantly, his knuckles turning white.

(…He is mine.)

(Who allowed you to wake up?!)

He was like a soul trapped in a transparent cage. He could clearly see everything happening outside, but could do nothing.

This feeling of powerlessness is more torturous than falling asleep.

Chu Ziyu staggered to steady himself, and that half step back seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He bit his lower lip hard until a clear taste of rust filled his mouth, and then he barely suppressed the sobs and questions that were about to burst through his throat.

He slowly raised his eyes, his red eyes staring directly at Empress Dowager Liu. His voice was as low and hoarse as if it had been sandpapered, with a kind of broken and dead silence.

"……Mother,"

He repeated the name, which now seemed extremely ironic, and spoke each word extremely slowly and with difficulty.

"In your eyes, this is the only 'use' I have left?"

Empress Dowager Liu was slightly startled by the deep despair and coldness in his eyes, but was immediately overwhelmed by greater dissatisfaction.

She frowned her delicately drawn eyebrows and spoke with impatience.

"Emperor! What are you talking about? Isn't the glory of the Liu family your glory? I'm just asking you to do something convenient, but you're being so evasive and even arguing with me about this?"

Chu Ziyu shook his head gently, and the corners of his lips formed an arc that was uglier than crying. The tears finally couldn't bear the weight, and a drop slid down silently, hitting the cold floor tiles.

"Your son...I dare not care."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

He took a deep, trembling breath and said, "I have taken note of your instructions. I will go and ask the Regent for help."

When he said the word "ask", his voice was obviously hesitant, as if he was swallowing red-hot charcoal.

"If nothing happens,"

He nodded slightly, no longer looking at the Queen Mother, his eyes fell on his slightly trembling fingertips.

"Your son...I'll take my leave."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the Queen Mother's response, but turned around and walked out quickly as if he was escaping.

His steps were weak and his back was as thin as the last dead leaf in autumn, as if a gust of wind could blow him away completely.

Empress Dowager Liu looked at his back as he almost fled in panic, opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just waved her handkerchief irritably and spat in a low voice.

“…How useless!”