Chapter 1173: Chapter 1170
So, amidst their commotion, they set traps for each other while filming the MV, and surprisingly, it completed one-third in such a hazy manner as the day gradually darkened.
At this moment, the same heavy snow was falling, as if the white snow purified all the filth in the world, and that once isolated, desireless youth now stood silently in bright red robes within the ancient pavilion that changed his life.
The same season, the same weather, the same scene, but he was no longer the same person from back then.
Those clear and beautiful star-like eyes now looked deep and dark, the stars within appeared dim and uncertain, with endless frost and ice hidden beneath. His delicate and beautiful face was different from the calm, desireless countenance before; the end of his star-like eyes lightly tilted upwards, the elongated corners outlined boldly by heavy eyeliner, carrying an alluring bewitchment mixed with sharp cruelty.
The teardrop mole beneath his eye was deepened, the tiny black mole lightly accentuated with rouge red, making it appear even more enchanting under these circumstances, yet paired with those unemotional star-like eyes and icy face, it added a touch of frigidity.
Suddenly, the sound of bells rang, the youth’s figure froze, his star-like eyes slowly closed. Only when the long bell tolled thrice did he slowly open his eyes again. With a fling of his long red sleeves, he unexpectedly turned around, the red fabric drawing a fierce arc in mid-air, as the youth bent one knee and knelt on the snowy ground, his beautiful face betraying not a hint of emotion.
Unsure how long had passed or what thoughts occupied his mind, the youth suddenly laughed softly, his laughter low and languid, with a hint of lingering sentiment and release. After a while, he lightly pursed his red lips, a wickedly cold curve slowly forming at the corner of his mouth. He meticulously wiped again and again a dagger engraved with a name retrieved from his sleeve.
His red lips slightly parted, and a chill, clear voice quietly flowed out, "You said in this life, the thing you regretted least was recognizing me as a brother, but did you know, the thing you should have regretted most was saving me in this pavilion back then..."
"Enough, enough," the youth snickered, shifting his kneeling posture into a reclining one in the snow. He gently lifted his long sleeves, revealing a slender, fair wrist. He slowly drew out the dagger, lazily tossing the sheath to the side, playing with the dagger in one hand, softly saying, "I owe you a life, yet took yours. Now I return a life to you, as for the life beneath me... In the next lifetime, if we meet again, I’ll return it to you..."
As those words fell, one saw the youth skillfully rotate the dagger in his hand. His reverse grip was resolute as he pressed forcefully, the dagger plunged into his abdomen, the overflowing blood merging with the red robes, impossible to distinguish the dye from newly spilled blood.
Feeling the pain from his abdomen, the youth lightly gripped the dagger’s handle, leaning back into the snow.
The snow was vast and pristine, the heavy snowfall continued to scatter and fall, the youth’s red robes amidst the white like a blooming, strikingly vivid flower, fragile yet extremely beautiful.
Those eyes that had been stained with hatred and killing gradually became clear again, the pupils reflecting a serenity reminiscent of the youth’s initial encounter, standing apart from the dust of the world.
He only wished for life’s tranquility, untainted by the world’s impurities, but in the end, he was stained with endless blood, traversing the filthiest bureaucratic halls.
For revenge, he obliterated his former self.
For revenge, he killed his only brother.
For revenge, he became less than human, neither living nor dead; everyone said he was beneath one, above millions, respectfully calling him Prime Minister, yet secretly branded him as a traitor.
Laughing, the youth coughed up blood, everything seeming like a fleeting illusion. It’s all over, living this way in his lifetime, he didn’t regret; changing for his family, he also felt no regret.
But the one regret he had was never being himself and... betraying the one who believed in him...
The bells continued ringing as the youth smiled brightly, slowly closing his eyes, the blood-red robe gradually fading into a clean and simple white robe.
Just as in their first meeting, the same season, the same weather, the same place, only... as he fell once more, there was no one running towards him in panic...
If there is a next life, I will return your life, but don’t be so foolish as to believe everyone again...
