In the early hours of August 29, only two days remain before the battle in Iceland begins.
In a villa atop the snowy mountain, Xia Pingzhou opened his eyes from bed, with a nearby fireplace burning warmly to ward off the cold of the snowy peak.
The match crackled, scattering tiny sparks.
He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, silent for a mont, then turned his head to look out the window. A light rain was falling from the sky, silently lting the mountain snow in the rain curtain.
Xia Pingzhou had a nightmare again.
Unusually, he suddenly dread of a long-haired girl who always wore a black and white school uniform, sitting alone in the corner eating cookies.
In his mory, Yanmo Lin would either lower her eyes and sharpen a knife or eat boring puffed cookies while watching mindless cartoons, leaving one unsure of her thoughts.
Just a few days before their defection, that evening, the two were sitting in an underground bar in Hai Fan City, and she said sothing.
"It would be nice if I could kill you."
Initially, Xia Pingzhou didn't think much of this executioner's words, assuming it was just her vile habit of sadistic killing acting up again.
What's there to understand about a mad person? Trying to grasp their worldview would only lead one astray.
Yet, over the past few days, he suddenly recalled that Yanmo Lin had once told him that the souls of those she killed were trapped in her Celestial Driver, talking to her incessantly day and night, and she would hear them even with her ears covered.
Logically, this is indeed the retribution deserved by this executioner, but combined with what she said that day, could it be that Yanmo Lin wanted to kill him, to keep his soul in the Celestial Driver with her?
Xia Pingzhou looked at the gray-blue sky washed by the rain curtain and suddenly closed his eyes amid the crackling sounds of the fireplace.
He thought, after all, this rciless female demon, upon opening her eyes every day, must face the curses of those unfamiliar souls trapped in the knife, and feeling pain is only normal.
When soone is about to die, their words are kind; knowing their life will end within the year, they subconsciously seek other pursuits.
So even soone as incurable, cursed by destiny like Yanmo Lin, upon knowing her impending death, would wish to possess a familiar soul.
She hoped to hear a familiar voice saying different words amidst those tireso curses, so at least the voices in her mind wouldn't be one-sided curses and maledictions.
Perhaps in Yanmo Lin's imagination, there would be soone criticizing her daily and thoughts with a voice devoid of emotion, a voice that might overshadow all others.
When the day of her death arrives, she will slowly close her eyes to that person's voice until her body goes cold and numb, as if dying alongside that soul.
Thus, she appeared indifferent when she said those words to him.
"It would be nice if I could kill you..."
Thinking of this, Xia Pingzhou suddenly felt a shiver, almost breaking out in goosebumps.
This person is truly twisted and sick from beginning to end, refusing to change; perhaps killing her early might even be a form of relief to her.
After all, her life was originally only a year left, but within this year, she must continuously endure judgnt from those dead souls day and night.
This is also a form of torture.
After a while, Xia Pingzhou shifted his gaze away from the rain curtain outside the window, ceasing to ponder a mad person's thoughts, and instead got up from bed, putting on indoor shoes.
Amidst the dripping sound of rain, he stepped forward, turned on the bedroom light, opened the door, and entered the third-floor living room.
The living room was empty, but on the terrace connected to the living room, a silhouette sat, and Xia Pingzhou looked up at the woman in a red dress drinking on the terrace.
"Had a nightmare again?"
Bloodline turned her head, back against the hazy rain curtain, smiling slightly at him.
"What do you an 'had a nightmare again'?" Xia Pingzhou took a sip from the cup, slowly asking, "Did I ever ntion to you before that I frequently have nightmares?"
Bloodline, looking as if she misspoke, covered her mouth with her hand, averted her gaze, and chuckled lightly, "The lady says you often have nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night especially during stormy weather... So whenever it rains, no matter how tired she is, she wakes up and covers the windows with paper to prevent you from being startled awake."
She paused: "Don't be fooled by her appearance as a mindless paper person, she actually cares a lot about you."
"She also has nightmares every day, it's ridiculous to talk about ." Xia Pingzhou replied without hesitation, "And... I don't think the lady's relationship with you is good enough to share such things."
"Of course, the lady wouldn't directly tell , but she told Sister Ripper, and I happened to overhear."
"Eavesdropping on others isn't a good habit."
"You, a traitor, have no right to say that." Bloodline walked into the living room against the wind and rain, sitting on the sofa, "So, after spending so much ti with Sister Ripper, don't you have any different view of her?"
"What's there to change?" Xia Pingzhou replied expressionlessly, "You're all the sa, rciless female demons with skewed worldviews; the difference is you numb to life because you've lived too long, whereas she, due to childhood experiences."
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