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After waking up from his coma, Wenxiu Lord's first reaction was to stand up and explain in a panic.

After all, when it comes to acting, of course you have to act flawlessly.

As a love-brained person who is terminally ill, no matter who is staying by his side, the person that should be in his mind after he regains consciousness is his lover.

And how touching it is to see a person worrying about his loved one just after waking up and before opening his eyes.

If he were a therapist, he would be moved for a long time when seeing this affectionate scene.

Besides, even if the person guarding the bedside was not Voldemort, he must be a Death Eater. If he heard about this behavior, he would gain another wave of trust.

So Wenxiu Lord jumped up and fell down gracefully.

After being in a coma for two nights, one day and one morning, Wenxiu Lord's brain was unable to control his limb movements well, perfectly achieving his purpose of selling misery.

Unfortunately, it was indeed Voldemort who was guarding the bed, but he was asleep, and sleeping very soundly.

It was like he was having a nightmare. He was sleeping very uneasily, with his brows furrowed, but he didn't wake up.

Why did Vinciu Lord guess so? Because when he stood up and fell, he pressed on Tom Riddle and slapped him on the back of the head.

It’s heavy and loud, the sound of a good melon.

He didn't wake up and there was no one else in the room.

Feeling the spells covering the walls of the ward, Wenxiu Lord simply stopped acting, calmed his mind for a while, and moved himself to sit against the head of the bed.

There will be more performances soon, let’s take a break now.

Pulling the corner of the quilt to cover himself, he looked at the sleeping man with boredom.

The hair is frizzy, and it's obvious that it hasn't been taken care of after washing.

The clothes are also mismatched, which wastes the man's handsome face.

Although this decadent look has a unique flavor.

But, 'It's too embarrassing.'

Wenxiu Lord sneered in his heart, but there was satisfaction in his eyes.

After all, the more miserable Tom Riddle looks now, the more successful Vincent Lord's plan is.

Recalling the heart-piercing blow he had endured before, Wenxiu Lord raised the corners of his lips and smiled maliciously.

But that's not enough.

It would be irrational for a person who has never felt love since childhood and has never experienced the emotion of love to suddenly think that he or she is in love with someone.

Love is the greatest magic in the world, isn't it?

Taking out the wand from the space, Vincent Lord held the wand and pointed it at Tom Riddle's head.

"Nightmare after nightmare."

As he finished speaking, wisps of milky white mist emerged from the tip of the wand and penetrated into Tom Riddle's brain.

Seeing the change in the man's expression, Wenxiu Lord leaned close to his ear and spoke softly and seductively.

"Voldemort, you hurt me so cruelly, but I still chose to protect you with my life. You should feel guilty. You should give me your heart and everything you have to make it up to me. You will forever fall into the hell of tongue pulling and the hell of evil mirrors, and you will be reincarnated endlessly between the two."

These words were like an anchor, allowing Tom Riddle to completely immerse himself in the dream that Vinciu Lord had created for him.

Yes, that dream of pure white space was the work of Wenxiu Lord.

Just as Tom Riddle never believed that he would fall in love with anyone else, Venus Lord never believed that he would fall in love with himself.

So in the current situation, it is necessary to give Tom Riddle a dream and give him some hints, making him mistakenly believe that he has fallen in love with himself.

Not knowing what Tom Riddle dreamed about, Wenxiu Lord listened to the unclear words coming out of his mouth and took out a pack of Madeline from the system space.

The taste of various potions remained in his mouth, which not only made him feel nauseous, but also made him feel uncomfortable.

Besides, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach was already empty.

After eating two or three bites of a Madeleine, Vinciu Lord tilted his head and stared at the sleeping Tom Riddle with interest, using his painful expression to accompany his meal.

His miserable appearance is really heartbreaking.

If the person who saw this scene was not Wenxiu Lord, he might think that there was some hidden reason why he killed those Muggles and rebellious half-bloods.

After filling his stomach and restoring everything to the state it was when he just woke up, Wenxiu Lord waved his wand to open the window, and rubbed his face after the smell of cake in the air dissipated.

"Oh——" It's time to start working again. I'm so tired.

First day of sobriety, hoping Voldemort dies.

After removing the spell, Vincent Lord called Tom Riddle with a worried look.

Seeing that he hadn't woken up yet, Wenxiu Lord raised his hand and slapped him hard on the back, making a "pa pa" sound that felt satisfying.

It took more than a dozen beatings for the man to show signs of waking up.

Slowing down the force of shaking Tom Riddle, Vincent Lord picked up the handkerchief on the bedside table and wiped the moisture off his face.

This is all that happened after Tom Riddle fell asleep and before he woke up.

Tom Riddle knew nothing about it, and now he felt himself being enveloped in a warm contentment.

It's like a person walking in the snow returning home with a burning fireplace, or like a hungry and cold stomach drinking warm soup.

After hearing Wenxiu Lord's confession, a voice sounded in his mind, "He still loves you, you should love him too."

Caught off guard by an embrace, Wenxiu Lord froze for a moment, then began to control his body's trembling.

"Lord, I really didn't betray you. You can explore my memory." Wenxiu Lord spoke carefully.

He was no longer as unrestrained as before. The young man in his arms loved him but also feared him. This was the result of the sins he had committed.

The strength of his arms grew stronger as his heart grew heavier. Tom Riddle locked Vinciu Lord tightly in his arms, and his words could not be refused.

"My dear Wen Xiu, I believe you. I'm sorry for hurting you. I love you so much. Forgive me, please."

The silver-haired young man was hesitant, but after some inner struggle, the love in his heart finally took over everything.

The sleeves of his raised arms slipped down, revealing his ulnar styloid process, which was too thin to be noticed, and he vaguely hugged Tom Riddle.

"I never blamed you, Lord. I loved you."

Because I love you, I never blame you.

"Call me Voldy."

Call me by my name, my nickname, love me, and respect me without any obligation.

Closing his eyes, feeling the vibrant life of the person in his arms, and sniffing the scent of the compound potion on his body, Tom Riddle said in his heart.

'It doesn't matter if they are traitors. I will kill them and destroy your hope bit by bit. Since you said you love me, you have no choice but to stay with me. You must stand with me in the darkness.'

You belong to me...Venxiu Lord.

The venomous snake hiding in the shadows exposes itself to the light and slowly entangles its prey that attempts to run towards the light.

The cold tongue licked the neck of the prey, feeling the pulsating carotid artery under the skin, and the venomous snake revealed its fangs that were oozing with venom, ready to strike.