Not only are there luminous pearls, but there are also swaying red candles and heavy veils. Everything is too ethereal and feminine, like a woman's boudoir.
Especially the oval bed placed in the center, the gauze was layered one after another. The wind blowing from nowhere lifted the gauze on the left side one by one in a very layered manner, and the surrounding light and shadow were projected on the wall.
If you look carefully, it is a shallow portrait of a woman.
I saw an acquaintance. Although the image was very vague, I knew that it was the woman in the painting that I had seen during the day - Ying'er.
Something seemed to flash through my mind so fast that I was caught off guard. I tried to catch it again, but I couldn't find it.
Shaman slowly regained her composure, and I thought this was the final outcome.
Unexpectedly, the gauze on the right side was lifted up again at the same speed, and another image of a woman appeared on the wall on the right side. This was another acquaintance, because it was me.
When Yang Yumo said that Mu Shiyu was very interesting, I knew that there might be surprises in it that I didn't expect. But when I actually saw it, I still couldn't stop my heartbeat from beating rapidly in my chest.
Mu Shiyu, what kind of person is he? Why is his bedroom so feminine, and why does he place portraits of Ying'er and me around his bed in this way to protect him from sleeping peacefully?
I can't figure it out, I still can't figure it out. I only know the once-gentle Mo Shiyu's occasionally tolerant smile, and his violent and arrogant behavior after seeing him again.
But now, Yang Yumo told me that Mu Shiyu is more complicated than I thought. Why is this so? Why are people in this world so difficult to understand?
Does hanging me on the wall like this mean that he has affection for me?
If there is true love, why do you still hurt me like this? Is it just because feelings can never be equal to the desire for power?
I looked at the bed again, shrouded in gauze and filled with fragrance. Just now I was only looking at the walls on both sides, but now I calmed down and realized that there was a person lying on the bed.
Layers of gauze fall lightly, and through the light, I still vaguely know that there is a person lying there, a beauty.
Yang Yumo walked forward. Every time he took a step, his footsteps became heavier.
He gently picked up the gauze, gathered it up with hooks, and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at the sleeping beauty on the bed intently: "Ying'er, when will you wake up? Are you in pain?
Is it because I don’t help you get rid of your pain?”