Overlapping figures in my mind

Luo Chen carried Qiao Wei into a sunlit room, exquisitely decorated, with a lavish hammock suspended at its very center. The walls were adorned with roses of every shape and form, painted so vividly they seemed almost ready to burst into bloom.

He gently set Qiao Wei on the hammock, tucked her in, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard her speak, “Thank you. My name is Qiao Wei.”

Without so much as a backward glance, Luo Chen walked out.

Just as he stepped through the door, Rhine blocked his path. She clutched his sleeve, her voice choked with emotion as she demanded, “Why are you so good to her? Do you like her? Or is it that… you love her as you loved Su Mo…”

“Shut up! Is my business any concern of yours?! Get out!” Luo Chen’s expression was terrifyingly dark. Rhine realized at once she’d said the wrong thing; she looked at him unwillingly for a moment, then quickly left the hall.

Luo Chen, exhausted, sank onto the sofa and drifted into sleep. In his dreams, the silhouette of a girl appeared. Her delicate face bore a warm smile, black hair fluttering in the wind, amber eyes filled with longing. Luo Chen reached out, trying to grasp her hand, only to see the color of her eyes shifting, becoming as dark as black pearls, her once warm smile twisting gradually into one of terror…

Suddenly, Luo Chen jolted awake from the dream. The usual air of devil-may-care was gone, replaced with deep desolation. He let his hand fall in defeat and murmured to himself, “Su Mo, is it you, come back?”

Qiao Wei, after resting for a while, gradually regained her composure. She realized her mother would be worried after her long absence. Determined to go home, she set out to find Luo Chen and ask him to send her back.

As she came downstairs, she saw Luo Chen sitting on the sofa, looking forlorn. Her curiosity about this seemingly indifferent man grew. She walked over, about to speak, when Luo Chen suddenly lifted his head and seized her hand tightly, his voice hoarse, “Su Mo, is that you? Do you know, I’ve been thinking about you all this time…”

Qiao Wei tried to withdraw her hand, but saw a mist rise in Luo Chen’s blood-red eyes. Softly she said, “Luo Chen, I’m Qiao Wei. Not Su Mo.”

Luo Chen snapped back to his senses, realizing his loss of composure. He released her reddened hand and, reverting to a cold tone, asked, “What is it?”

Qiao Wei, a bit embarrassed, lowered her head and said quietly, “Could you send me back? I must go home.”

He glanced at her, then opened a magic book on the table and, pointing impatiently at a passage, said, “This isn’t your world. Drip your blood on the crystal pendant at your throat and focus on where you want to go. And next time, don’t come here again, or you won’t even know how you died.”

Faced with Luo Chen’s brooding face, Qiao Wei said nothing more. She bit her finger and let her blood fall onto the crystal, which immediately turned a deep crimson. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on home, and gradually her body grew transparent until it vanished completely.

Luo Chen sighed and was about to leave the hall when a man, slightly older and more handsome than himself, burst in. The newcomer had silver hair, eyes even more vividly blood-red than Luo Chen’s, and a cold, harsh face. He slammed Luo Chen against the wall, quickly driving a wooden stake into his shoulder, and roared furiously, “The woman’s reincarnation has appeared, hasn’t she?! Why didn’t you tell me?! Where is she?!”

Luo Chen frowned, pain shooting from his wounded shoulder. Forcing a mocking smile, he retorted, “Luo Xuan, who do you think you are? I won’t let you kill her… ah!”

Before he could finish, Luo Xuan yanked out the stake and plunged it into Luo Chen’s other shoulder, harder this time. He punched Luo Chen and snarled, “Give it up! That wretch has been dead for over a hundred years! They’re all a curse—they’ll be the death of you! For the sake of a worthless woman, you’d even turn your back on your own brother?! You’d better find that woman for me, or I’ll make you wish you had!”

With that, Luo Xuan strode away. Rhine rushed out from behind the door, pulled the stake from Luo Chen’s shoulder, and waited until his wound slowly healed before letting out a long sigh. Tenderly, she took out a handkerchief, wanting to wipe the blood from his lips, but Luo Chen shoved her away, his voice icy, “Who gave you the right to tell him? Get out!” He ignored her tears and left without a backward glance.

Rhine gazed after Luo Chen’s thin, retreating figure, her heart aching unbearably.

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Do you think Rhine is a good person~? She’s really very beautiful~