After Being Watched by My Paranoid and Gloomy Deceased Wife - Chapter 37

Good heavens, you absolutely do not need to declare sovereignty like this!

The moment I thought about what It was preparing to do, I couldn’t help but feel nervous, but when I reached out, I grasped nothing.

It is the wind, the shadow, an intangible existence that cannot be caught, so I had no way and no means to stop Its actions.

Black mist spread, pulling into ropes. I watched them climb onto my ankles and clasp my wrists.

Wait, do we really have to go this far? Seriously, even if there was something, no, there’s nothing between Guan Lan and me! We are more innocent than pulverized lime. Even if she wasn’t hiding anything from me, those were just the most ordinary words between two good friends!

I was starting to panic. Before, I either mistakenly thought it was a hallucination or I was in a dream. If I were to actually allow that to happen in broad daylight with such clear consciousness, I still couldn’t quite accept it.

Countless black shadows flew in from all directions, dense and somewhat terrifying. Then they all clustered together, condensed into the dark color beneath Its skirt.

The faucet seemed to have been turned on. I heard the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom.

I was bound in place, watching helplessly as bl00d-colored water strangely flowed on the floor, winding its way towards me.

Fresh, vibrant red bl00d-water, as if alive, burrowed into Its skirt along with the shadow. Deep, inky blackness moved beneath Its skirt.

Or perhaps It itself was condensed from such deep inky mist, which gave the illusion of flowing like water.

The bl00d-water was still spilling from the bathroom. I dared not imagine if Xi Rong’s bathroom was salvageable, and I wondered if her water consumption this month would exceed that of a murderer destroying evidence. I was even worried about the police knocking on the door.

But before worrying about Xi Rong, perhaps I should worry about myself first.

As the bl00d-color merged with the ink-color, I was astonished to find that It gradually took on human coloration… this description seems inaccurate.

As more bl00d-water merged into It, I realized for the first time that It was barefoot beneath Its skirt.

Its skin color transitioned from inky black, to deep red, little by little, until it faded into a pallid white.

In the past, because It was either purely bl00d-colored or entirely inky black, I had never noticed this detail.

Ever since I recovered from the car accident, no matter how much Xi Rong and Guan Lan tried to nourish my body, my skin looked sickly white, and I was constantly told to get more sun. There was even a rocking chair and blanket on the balcony at home for me to leisurely enjoy.

But It looked even whiter. Although composed of bl00d-water and black shadows, It now looked like it had been stripped of all color, a lifeless grayish-white.

The grayish-white slowly extended upwards from Its feet. The skirt was also invaded and dominated by pure white. The pure white dress was only stained with bl00d-colored spots at the heart, which, upon closer inspection, seemed somewhat like the pattern of a forget-me-not flower. Black hair flew wildly in the wind.

The grayish-white continued to spread upwards. For the first time, I saw Its non-bl00d-colored collarbones and bare shoulders. The Creator had blessed It with an incomparable form, yet never granted It true life, or perhaps… prematurely took Its life away.

It’s a shame that… in my memory, we were not acquainted, so I have nothing to remember even if I wanted to reminisce.

This made me, as a visual enthusiast, feel regretful despite being restricted by It.

My gaze moved up, and Its slender neck turned snow-white.

This color resembled translucent white porcelain more than plaster, coated with a thin, transparent glaze. The eeriness brought by the bl00d-color had not disappeared but transformed into another kind of terrifying beauty.

And when I raised my eyes, following the spreading grayish-white, what caught my sight was Its fiery red lips.

That streak of red was so dazzling that it made me think of spurting fresh bl00d. Then, this bl00d-color, born of delusion, overwhelmed and occupied my entire vision, causing me to feel momentarily dizzy.

Fortunately, the coldness quickly dispersed the dizziness, and I soon recovered.

But a cool breeze drilled into my clothes at that moment, creeping up my spine, wrapping around my neck, and then starting to explore downwards.

Okay, now I don’t feel so good again.

Its intentions were completely unconcealed, Its goal was clear, and I had lost the freedom to resist or refuse.

My hands and feet were bound, and even my body had no thought of making a futile resistance, anchored to the spot as if my feet had grown roots.

I could only watch the red lips approach. The fluttering inky hair lightly pricked my cheek, bringing an itch.

The wind lifted Its skirt, and the bl00d-colored stream, like quickly growing vines or a serpent cold to the touch, adhered to my skin, inching upwards.

Thus, the wind surged and clouds gathered, the water was misty and blank, and a sudden downpour began.

However, what challenged the visual limit the most were the black shadows suddenly flipping out from under Its skirt and assaulting me. They were a mass of writhing, dark shadows, twisting and swaying like seaweeds rocking in the water. In the dark room, they triggered a fear of long, wiggling creatures etched into my genes.

I wanted to faint again, but my mind was exceptionally clear. Even my senses were sharper than usual, and the slow, sticky descent was impossible to ignore.

Why do I still feel something when I’m so nervous and scared…

Am I some kind of masochist? Even if It’s beautiful, It shouldn’t be like this!

The window occasionally rattled with a bang from the wind. The wind was still shuttling through the room, but the more agile wisps seemed to favor tangling with me.

It cradled my face, Its eyes still tightly closed. The lips, red as dripping bl00d, opened and closed, repeatedly emphasizing—

“Lu Lu is mine.”

“Only mine.”

“The most important person to Lu Lu is me.”

A black shadow pulled my hand. The condensed, twisted, and extended black shadows under Its skirt seemed to have also become a part of It. As soon as they touched my skin, they wrapped around me in circles, cold and slick.

I was like a marionette controlled by strings, my eyes fixed on It as It placed my hand back on Its heart.

My heart couldn’t help but tremble. I closed my eyes in fear, afraid that It, now so similar to a normal person, would forcefully grab my hand and press it into Its chest again.

To my surprise, It did not do what I feared. Instead, It rubbed Its face against my palm, like… a dependent, clingy, furry cub towards me.

I opened my eyes. Although I had been thoroughly messed up and put in a difficult position by It, yet, seeing Its gestures and mannerisms, my heart began to soften again.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

The wind was rampant, and the bl00d-colored water was causing chaos. My breathing was unstable, so the sound of my question also trembled. Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as I finished speaking.

I couldn’t discern the source of this feeling of grievance.

There were too many questions in my heart, but no one would tell me. Everyone was deceiving me.

I knew they might all be acting out of goodwill or have their own hardships, but I was the only one living in lies from beginning to end, knowing nothing.

It didn’t dare face my face. It embraced me, pressing my ear tightly against Its chest.

“I love Lu Lu,” It said, full of deep, unwavering affection.

But I remember nothing.

Its voice was gentle and lingering. “Did Lu Lu hear that?”

Listening to Its deafening heartbeat, tears suddenly streamed down my face.

If It and I were once this close, why won’t It tell me who It is?

“Lu Lu must miss me and love me.”

It stroked my hair, Its gentle voice and actions like a mother soothing a child, trying to calm me down.

But I couldn’t calm down.

It refused to let me know Its name or identity, yet It demanded my longing and love. Where is the sense in that?

The black mist had long released my wrists, so I used my hands to push It, disregarding the fact that It might feel hurt by this.

My push was like a wrong key pressed on a piano. I heard the heartbeat next to my ear become erratic, frantic, and flustered.

What would happen if I completely angered It? I don’t know.

But I knew I was very calm, even if sadness dominated my emotions.

“You don’t let me know anything. On what grounds do you demand my love and my longing for you?”

Although my emotions were stable, my voice was choked with sobs.

It simply tightened Its embrace around me, and my insignificant struggle became like an ant trying to shake a tree. I could only continue to listen to that drum-like heartbeat within Its embrace.

I couldn’t see Its face, but when icy drops of water landed on my eyelashes, blurring my vision with a bl00d-color, I knew It was crying.

“Lu Lu.”

It called my name in a low voice, offering no response to my question.

“You are not allowed to forget.”

I was a little confused. Can It hear my voice at all?

If It can hear, why not reply?

As for It not allowing me to forget… how can I speak of forgetting what I have never remembered?

“Lu Lu must remember me…”

“My most loved, deeply loved Lu Lu.”

It leaned down dependently, resting Its head on my shoulder. Its gentle and pleasant voice fell into my ear, word by word, so clearly.

“We must be with Lu Lu, never to be separated again.”

It was cold. I wasn’t sure if it was the coldness caused by inner emptiness, or the hypothermia brought by Its overly icy body pressing close to mine.

“We will be intimate forever… only I know what Lu Lu likes…”

Emotions encountered a dilemma, and the body also faced a test. Perhaps my thoughts were being churned into this chaotic and dark spiritual sea.

The air from my nose and mouth turned into white mist. Heat and cold arrived simultaneously. I had to proactively grab Its arm, hoping to cling to the only piece of driftwood in the vast ocean of dizzying pleasure.

“Be gentle…” It said.

The sweet, bloody scent spread around my nose. The bl00d-colored water covered my skin, slowly flowing and rubbing against the minute skin textures.

The wind was not as excessive as before, only lightly teasing the vulnerability exposed to the air.

“And also—”

I don’t know when It lifted me into a horizontal embrace. While I was still curling and slightly trembling from the overly magnified sensations, I saw those black shadows that had previously retreated now return in full force.

The wind whistled sharply. I frantically clutched Its arm. The “drip-drop” sound of water managed to penetrate my ears even at a time like this.

“Screech,” “whoosh.”

The curtains were suddenly pulled shut completely, without even a sliver of light-transmitting gap. Light was utterly deprived.

I was plunged into darkness, yet there was still the liquid-like, twisting ink-color before my eyes. Footsteps approached from the direction of the bathroom.

How is that possible? Is there a second existence like this in this room?

One is already like this; how can I live with two?

My fingertips dug into the shadow’s cold, slick skin. I couldn’t control the fear. My mind was blank.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The sudden sound made me jump, and It stopped moving too.

The wind’s howl subsided near my ear. Only my breathing remained in the silent room. Even the sound of dripping water had vanished.

“Lu Lu, are you up?”

It was Xi Rong’s voice.

Although the events that had just occurred were not quiet, and the guest room’s soundproofing wasn’t great, Xi Rong seemed completely unaware.

I was still reeling from the shock. Hearing my friend’s voice, especially at a time like this, I subconsciously struggled out of Its embrace.

“It’s time for dinner!” Xi Rong called out.

It tightened Its hand around my waist. I pushed It with my hand, ignoring Its soft, wronged murmur of “Lu Lu.”

“I’m up, getting up now,” I answered, straining my voice. Only then did I realize my throat was hoarse.

I had tried so hard to endure silently, yet somehow my voice was still hoarse.

I couldn’t help it. I glared at the culprit.

Even though I couldn’t see anything in the darkness, I knew It could see me.

It released its grip, and the strength supporting me suddenly gave way. My knees buckled, and I nearly fell to the floor, but the icy water current held me up.

The curtains were pulled open again. Light returned to the world, even a little blinding.

I stood in place, watching It retreat back into the shadow, Its back to me, looking sulky.

What is It sulking about?

It’s just that the atmosphere was perfect, and someone interrupted right as we were about to get to the main point, and I didn’t silently allow and indulge It to continue, right?

Not intending to deal with Its irrational behavior, I took a moment to compose myself, making sure I had the strength and could walk, then prepared to open the door for Xi Rong.

A cold wind swept past. The inky black shadow wrapped around my ankle, tugging me towards the bed.