Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

He raised his head slightly, his empty and blank eyes filled with physiological tears.

Looking at Lin Ci'an, like a puppy who finally found his home after being drenched in rain but was still afraid of being abandoned again, he spoke again.

"……Owner……"

Lin Ci'an stood there, looking at Chu Ziyu, who was curled up on the couch, like a little hedgehog with thorns all over his body, but only his soft belly exposed to him.

All the palace servants and eunuchs lowered their heads in fear, wishing they were deaf and blind. The palace was so silent that only the faint sound of the charcoal fire could be heard.

Those eyes that were always filled with complex emotions - fear, forbearance, and occasionally resistance.

At this moment, only the most primitive ignorance and fear remained, like a piece of glass that had been thoroughly washed, reflecting only his own shadow.

An extremely strange and sharp tingling sensation, mixed with an almost violent possessive desire, suddenly grabbed Lin Ci'an's heart.

(He is afraid of everyone but only recognizes me?)

This realization brought him a twisted pleasure and a heartache that he had not even anticipated.

"Everyone, stand down."

He spoke, his voice still steady, but with an indescribable hoarseness than before.

The palace servants, as if pardoned, almost crawled out quickly and gently closed the palace door.

He walked towards the bed step by step, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the corners of Chu Ziyu's wet eyes with his cold fingertips, wiping away the hot tears.

There was even a kind of unfamiliar stiffness in his movements that he himself was not aware of.

Chu Ziyu seemed to be comforted, his whimpering became softer, and he subconsciously rubbed his fingertips with his cheek, like a little animal seeking warmth.

"Yes! I finally made it! No more getting up early to attend court and review memorials? No more playing tricks with those old foxes? No more being fleeced by the empress dowager?"

Oh my god! Is this the joy of lying flat?

"Boss, your excitement level is too high... Please calm down, or you're going to be OOC."

Chu Ziyu quickly took a deep breath and silently said to himself, "I'm a fool, I'm happy." "Okay, okay! You see everything, from now on, I'm just a pendant that only knows how to call master and ask for hugs!"

Chu Ziyu really couldn't restrain the upward curve of his lips, so he buried his face deeper into Lin Ci'an's palm, even unconsciously rubbing the slightly cool skin with the tip of his nose.

At this moment, the gloom and restlessness in Lin Ci'an's eyes strangely calmed down, replaced by a deeper light.

He looked at Chu Ziyu, who seemed to have been completely washed away of all edges and memories, leaving only the most primitive fear and a dependence on him that was almost like a fledgling.

This wasn't any of the reactions he'd expected.

(That's fine.)

A cold thought with a hint of strange excitement arose in his heart.

(It’s okay to forget.)

(Forget those useless struggles, forget... those unpleasant memories of the past.)

(Like a blank sheet of paper, it is stained only by my color, recognizes only my breath, and obeys only my voice.)

(Be it fear or dependence, from now on, I am the only one left in his world.)

He had plenty of time to start from scratch and slowly and thoroughly shape this person into someone who belonged only to him.

His possessions, in a way he had never imagined, belonged completely and totally to him and only to him.

Even the soul is marked by his mark.