[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

Two years later.

The short old woman walked slowly into the Viscount's mansion with a dry stick. It was strange that none of the guards at the gate noticed her.

In the bedroom of the Viscountess, Christine had been waiting alone for a long time.Seeing the old woman appear as promised, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.She stood up and confirmed anxiously: "Are you a witch?"

"Yes, I am." The witch replied respectfully, as if with a hint of meaning.

She looked at the too-young Viscountess—the mesh veil that covered her face couldn't hide her beauty, and her big brown eyes seemed to be affectionate.But at this moment, she looked so haggard, anxious and painful.

"I, I don't know what's wrong with me..." The beautiful Viscountess seemed a little flustered, she seemed to be about to collapse.Tears rolled out of Christine's eyes, and she embraced her head with her arms in long lace gloves, with a faint trembling fear in her expression:

"I can't sing anymore... Ever since the day my mentor disappeared in Paris, I can't even sing a single note. Like something? Something is strangling my throat!"

She wept, clutching the witch's arm:

"Tell me, what can I do, how can I get my singing voice back? I'm willing to pay any price!"

The witch's lips twisted, and she looked at Christine greedily, as if she was looking at the goods.

The young Viscountess felt nothing.

She seemed to have exhausted her energy because of too intense talking—she was indeed not in good health in the past two years, and suddenly collapsed into the soft and gorgeous seat, only slightly panting.

She lowered her head, half of her face was covered by the mesh gauze, and her voice was weak: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

"It doesn't matter." The witch didn't mind at all, on the contrary, she became excited because she smelled the good show, "Come on, tell me, poor girl, what do you want to exchange with me? Possess what? Your husband's love? Or the wealth you have because of your marriage?"

"No, no." Christine lowered her head, her body seemed to be shrinking, and her expression was a bit pitiful, "I——I want—"

Looking up as if waking up from a dream, the brown-eyed girl's expression suddenly became decisive:

"I want to use my beauty to exchange singing with you!"

……

When leaving the Viscount's mansion, the witch had a smile on her face.

It was all very amusing, and she could never tire of watching the tricks of the world.The witch licked her lips, thinking.This time, she had some impressions of the girl named Christine, as if she was the woman whom the man who wanted to be beautiful had fallen in love with two years ago.Now that person has completely left, instead, Christine Daye heard about her from nowhere and asked for help.Funny, it's just so much fun.

The witch took a deep breath greedily, her expression satiated and relieved, with unconcealable excitement.It was an uncomfortable expression, but the witch herself didn't care.She is originally a product of chaos and neutrality. She can be evil, and naturally she can also act as a good messenger at certain times.It's just that most people can't see her backside.

But the witch is bound to exist, and her existence is justified.The old woman licked the corners of her lips fascinatedly, and let out a hoarse laugh.

As long as there is one person in the world, as long as there is still an unsatisfied desire in this person's heart, then the witch will not disappear, and she will live forever.Always in this ugly and aging form, there is not enough desire to pierce people's hearts, to pry into the secret love and hatred in the world.This is the source of her happiness and the source of her inability to escape.

The witch walked slowly on the street on crutches, humming a strange little song:

"Who doesn't have desires and evil thoughts in his heart? Then you can only ask the witch.

They don't know what is precious, and they always regret it later.

Regret regret it, I love watching this drama the most.

People are always obsessed with what they have lost. What an interesting trick to get what you want!

Hee hee hee, hahaha...

I love watching this drama the most! "

"I love watching this play!"

She just walked down the street, and soon disappeared.No one noticed the spectacle, they were all busy with their own business.As for where the witch will go next?No one knows.

Maybe you'll meet her tomorrow, maybe never.Because she is immortal.

Who knows!

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