penetrating

Chapter 1

"help me."

She curled up in the bed and sobbed softly.The long black hair like a crow's feather spread out on the plain pillowcase. I touched a strand casually and played with it silently.Probably aware of my movements, she stretched out her slender wrist from under the quilt. She said it was a wrist, but it was actually just a layer of pale to almost transparent skin covering the fragile bones. I wondered if I could break it easily. It is like a withered camellia under a broken step.

She pressed her hands on the bed and supported her upper body with the strength of her arms. At first I thought that when she sat up, there would be a crisp click from her elbows, but the fact is, there was no.I noticed that she was wearing a dark dress of rose red, with patterns of hibiscus and peony on it, and gilt cloud patterns in between.To be honest, I don't like her dressing up like this, it makes her even more bloodless and looks like a doll.

And now she looked at me silently, almost completely still.There were still tears in her eye sockets, and the eyelashes wet with tears trembled slightly due to the change in weight.Seeing her like this made me inexplicably irritated, and I asked for sex. "Please save me..." she said sadly.

There was a slippery cold touch on the cheek.Her hands protruding from the colorful sleeves are now touching my face coldly.She wept silently.Maybe it's because it's too quiet, I think I can clearly feel the beating of her wrist's pulse, again and again, which makes me feel the scorching heat, but this rhythm also has a subtle stabilizing ability.I rubbed her palm softly, met her eyes, and said to her gently—"I'm sorry." Her clear pupils clearly reflected my expression at the moment: frowning, pursing lips, it looked like It looks troubled.

She looked sad, and lowered her eyes: "Is there really no other way?"

I didn't answer.I lowered my head and picked up the jade pendant at my waist, a jadeite with floating flowers in ice, which my father gave me when I was three years old.Since she didn't respond, I didn't intend to take the initiative to say anything, so I held the jade pendant while recalling the scriptures I had silently passed a few days ago.

until I heard the rain.

Because she was not feeling well, the door had been tightly closed long ago. The room was stagnant without any trace of wind. The rainwater hit the banana leaves with a rustling sound, and then fell again. I raised my eyes to see The emerald green leaves exposed by the window lattice, separated by the pattern of mahogany, suddenly felt a little melancholy.

"It's raining." I couldn't help but say.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.To tell you the truth, she looked sideways at me like that, motionless, it was scary.The room was bright and bright before, but now it's shady, and most of her face is hidden in the shadows, her waist-length hair is in the light, and its color is as deep as ink.

She turned her head slightly, not facing me directly, the light from the window shone on the right half of her face, and the shadow cast by the festive and auspicious peony window lattice branched out a small pattern, cutting her fair face under the light into piece by piece.She pursed her lips in a sad smile.To be honest, I have always been puzzled why she can freely convey a variety of rich emotions with expressions, such as the strange combination of sadness and smile, at least I can't put on such a face anyway, my only Among the several expressions she had, the most satisfying one was that dignified expression, which was exactly the same as when she was rehearsing various ceremonies and facing outsiders, cautious, rigorous, and watertight.

Then, I heard her crying voice: "If this goes on... I will die."

I held her cold hand and said word by word: "No, you won't."