Fantasies That Descend on Collapse

"It's okay...you take her out of here quickly, don't forget to notify..."

As if to prove that he didn't have any problems, Luo Chen smiled at the Third Herrscher, then reached out and touched the other party's head again, no surprises, the other party was the same as last time, his cheeks moved as fast as the naked eye could. Red up.

"Yes... yes! Please rest assured!"

After stammering this sentence, the Third Herrscher blushed and picked up Qiyana who was in a coma, and walked towards the distant infirmary. Since it is a task ordered by God, he should do whatever he wants. Do your best.

"..."

Speechlessly watching the backs of the two gradually disappear from his field of vision, Luo Chen covered his mouth with his hands, and crystal tears slowly rolled down his cheeks.

The feelings that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally erupted, but the only thing he could do now was to stand alone on the ruins of the entire battlefield, crying silently...

Chapter 27 Confusion and...Dreams

After recalling his actions before, Luochen once again felt confused...

Just like the last time in the virtual space, he understood the impact of the stigmata on himself, but compared with this time, the impact of the last time was simply insignificant.

The feeling that belonged to Cecilia was so strong that it even gave Luo Chen a rather absurd idea.

At this moment, in his current body, there are actually two different souls, one soul's name is Cecilia, and the other is himself.

Perhaps the previous actions were Cecilia's soul inadvertently interfering with his thoughts, or the souls of the two were fused with each other, or...

It was the last thing a long-dead mother could do after being rejected by her daughter, and I felt Cecilia's helplessness and disappointment, and finally put these emotions into action.

The crying had already stopped abruptly, and the tears that flowed out hung on his face, gradually drying up as time went by, but the disappointment in his heart gradually overwhelmed him, even making him unable to breathe.

Standing up in a trance, he began to walk towards his destination instinctively, his body swayed slightly, and his steps were very slow, like a soulless marionette manipulated by an unfamiliar artist, which made people feel uncomfortable. Feel a huge sense of disobedience.

This distance is not very long, but Luo Chen walked for a long time, his pace was slow but steady, he didn't care if anyone could see his appearance at this moment, because he immersed all his feelings in his heart After the disappointment he felt, he no longer had the extra thought to pay attention to these things.

He had experienced this feeling before. When he was less than ten years old, the disappointment that enveloped his heart now brought back memories that he least wanted to recall.

As if after a century, he finally reached his destination, and the next thing he had to do was to go up the stairs to return to the room, and then lock himself in a place where only he existed.

"Da da..."

Slight footsteps resounded from this pitch-black building, giving this building with no one else a strange atmosphere, but Luo Chen turned a deaf ear to it. He just kept the same pace and walked towards this place. The world, for him, should be 'home'.

Walking up the stairs to the door, he stretched out his hand and turned the door handle. Accompanied by the unique sound of opening the door, what came into view was a dark and lonely room that was almost the same as the corridor, just like his previous home.

Gently closing the door, Luo Chen went straight to the bedroom, and then curled up in a corner with his knees hugged. Ever since he was a child, he would do this whenever he felt confused, because there was only such a small space, To make him feel safe.

Luo Chen hugged his knees with both hands, and buried his head in them. In the dark room, only the sound of his own breathing could be heard, but it was this depressing environment for ordinary people that could soothe his restless heart.

"It's so uncomfortable... Would Cecilia feel sad if she was rejected by her daughter in name..."

In the darkness, Luo Chen remembered the way Qiyana bent down and cried, with an angry expression and yelling at him, the wound on the corner of her mouth was aching, and her heart that had finally calmed down began to ache again .

This kind of pain is like being stabbed by a needle in the heart, the scope is small, but it hurts very much, and there is no way to erase it easily.

"call..."

After letting out a painful gasp, Luo Chen closed his eyes, and at the same time grasped the skin of his chest with his hands through his clothes. He hoped to use this to divert his attention and relieve the pain in his heart.

The strength in his hand gradually increased, the nails scratched the skin through the clothes, and the white clothing was stained with a little blood oozing from the wound, but he didn't care at all, compared with the pain in his heart, this was nothing at all .

"..."

Time passed, the pain gradually subsided, and he let go of the hand that was clutching his chest. Five finger marks made of blood had already been left on the white clothing, but for him, all this was not just in vain. The pain in his heart replaced the pain in his heart, which made him feel much better.

"..."

When everything calmed down, Luo Chen hugged his knees and curled up in this dark corner. Now he didn't want to do anything, he didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to sit here quietly.After a while, he who was close to the wall slowly fell asleep.

The double torture of body and mind has already made him exhausted...

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Rarely, Luo Chen had a dream.

Dreams should be very familiar to normal people, but for Luo Chen, this is really a rare situation.

Since he was ten years old, he has never had any dreams again. After experiencing that incident, he understood that the dreams in the world are actually fake, meaningless, and he can't imagine them. It looks like a dream, and of course he doesn't dream.

Because dreams will only favor those who still have dreams in their hearts, and he does not belong to this category of people.

But this time the dream was quite real. If he didn't know the identity of the person sitting next to him, Luo Chen would even think it was reality, and not the illusory dream he understood.

Crouching in the corner in the dream, he felt that someone was sitting next to him and reached out to hug his arm. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look, but he saw a person who had passed away long ago.

That person is Cecilia.

Just like the first time the two met, Cecilia was wearing a long white dress like a wedding dress, with blue roses dotted on the chest.

But now, the gentle smile on her face has long since disappeared, replaced by red and swollen eyes, and tears dripping down her cheeks onto her long skirt.

"Ceci... Leah..."

He whispered the other party's name softly, and could clearly feel the other party's touch and body temperature on his arms. If he hadn't known that the other party had died and turned into a stigmata, Luo Chen would really have regarded this dream as a reality.

Luo Chen's voice caught the other party's attention, and she slowly turned her head, staring closely at him with eyes full of tears.

The two just looked at each other for a while, and the Cecilia in front of him did something that surprised Luo Chen.

She who was originally holding Luo Chen's arm let go of her hands, and then she hugged Luo Chen tightly into her arms, and their faces were also tightly pressed together at this moment.

"Cecilia..."

Cecilia's tears flowed into his eyes, the warm tears fascinated his eyes, and he read Cecilia's mood at the moment.

Pain, loss, guilt, grief...and apologies.

"..."

Not knowing how to answer at this moment, Luo Chen was quietly hugged by Cecilia, and Cecilia didn't stop crying.

Feeling the other party's tears running down his cheeks, for some reason, Luo Chen seemed to have the illusion that he was crying.

It took a long time for Cecilia to stop crying, but the two of them kept the current posture, as if they should be like this.

"I'm sorry...Luo Chen...for making you bear so many responsibilities that you shouldn't have..."

Finally, Cecilia spoke. Her originally soft voice was now a little hoarse because of crying.

"..."

Facing Cecilia's apology, Luo Chen didn't know how to respond.

He didn't complain or get angry, and he didn't feel aggrieved because he took on responsibilities that didn't belong to him, because he had already thought of something at the moment he accepted Cecilia's power.

What I accepted was not only the strength of the other party, but also the name of the other party.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Luo Chen substituted himself into Cecilia's identity, and the feelings belonging to Cecilia in the stigmata just happened to affect him, so that after he was rejected by Qiyana, he would There was such a great response.

"nothing..."

Luo Chen narrowed his eyes halfway.

"After all, you have given me all your life and strength. Compared to that, taking on these responsibilities may... be the only thing I can do for you."

These words are the most real thoughts in Luo Chen's heart at this moment.

Now that the other party has entrusted everything to you, what's wrong with doing what you can for the other party?

"but..."

There was a bit of anxiety in Cecilia's voice. In her opinion, these responsibilities should be borne by her. When she entrusted her strength to the other party, she never thought of the current result.If she could have predicted it, perhaps she would not have given him this power.

After all, let a person who has nothing to do with her entangle her cause and effect, and ask herself, Cecilia thinks that she still can't do these things.

"If it wasn't for me..."

A finger was on Cecilia's lips and stopped what she was about to say.

"..."

When looking at the other person's face that was completely similar to her own, Cecilia just opened her mouth, and finally chose to compromise.

"Give me a break please...I'm really...tired..."

Seeing that Cecilia had no intention of continuing to speak, Luo Chen also made his request to the other party in a timely manner.

He is really too tired, whether in reality or in this dream, the only thing he wants to do now is to close his eyes and think about nothing.

"...Good night...Luo Chen."

Looking at Luochen who closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, Cecilia's body gradually became illusory, and finally disappeared beside him.

And the few remaining tears on the ground proved that the conversation between the two before may not be as simple as a dream...

Chapter 28 Worry-free...

Teresa doesn't drink.

Rather than saying that she doesn't know how to drink, it's better to say that her grandfather doesn't allow her to drink.

She heard the other party's evaluation of wine from her grandfather more than once.

Alcohol can cause people to stagnate their minds, distract their attention, lose control over their bodies, and cause unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, in the nearly 30 years that Teresa has been with her grandfather, the most she can drink is water, fruit juice, bitter gourd juice, and the black tea that her grandfather made for her.

After each mission, what Teresa looks forward to most is the black tea brewed by her grandpa, who is waiting for her to go home with a smile on her face.

In the afternoon, the two sat at the dining table in the garden, and Teresa could see that her grandfather was empty-handed, but he could take out tea-making utensils from nowhere until the utensils filled half the dining table Then the opponent will stop.

Teresa asked her grandfather how to hide these tea sets more than once.

"This is Grandpa's secret, little Teresa."

However, the other party's answer was exactly the same every time, even the tone of voice was the same.

After these preparations are in place, the next step is what Teresa is looking forward to the most.

White and somewhat slender hands held the kettle, and hot tea was poured into the teapot containing the tea leaves from the spout.

The transparent boiling water is gradually dyed red by the red tea leaves, and the unique aroma of black tea gradually evaporates from it. Whenever this happens, Teresa will close her eyes, and then take a deep breath, savoring the aroma carefully. Unique breath.

It takes 3 minutes for the aroma and taste of black tea to be fully released in boiling water, and my grandfather is like a precise clock, which can accurately pour the most perfect black tea from the teapot at the most appropriate time In the teacup in front of him.

The red tea is slowly poured into the white teacup, and the white water vapor floating above the teacup and the slightly rippling red tea in the cup always make Teresa feel like she can't drink.