A person from the Four Maple Court, this name…have you heard of it?
His heart instantly stopped beating.
Have you heard of it? a voice asked.
Was there a need to say that?
Their meeting when they were eight years old was a memory that could never be erased.
She was clearly a peerless beauty who felt awe-inspiring, but when she smiled, she was as innocent as a child. He clearly knew everything, but he could still listen to the stories he told with relish.
After losing the most important person to him, it was her gentle smile that made him feel that he had not been completely abandoned by the world.
It was impossible to forget! She was his first love. She was the person he had once set his sights on marrying.
The half-moon shone brightly, and she sat in the darkness that the moonlight could not reach. In front of her was the sleeping face of a certain boy. He had a sharp nose bridge, a sharp facial outline, and his skin was fairer than ordinary boys. It was not too much to say that he was handsome.
His right hand that was hanging by the bed was wrapped by her hand. His expression was very calm, and her silver eyes were still looking at him, her long and dense eyelashes trembling slightly. Perhaps it was because he was bathed in the moonlight, but this scene was like a dream, filled with an ethereal atmosphere.
She felt a lump in her chest, as if she had swallowed frozen earth. Only her hands were warm, probably because she wanted to give him some warmth. At this moment, beside Ichigo, who had a fever and was half-asleep, Shi Ren could sense his admiration for her. She was wrong. She shook her head repeatedly. That was definitely not possible.
This child knew nothing about the people of Sifeng Yard. He only saw her when they were together, and that short period of time was only one in ten thousand of her long life.
The sad thing about this woman had to start from a secret of the Four-Maple House.
How should one define gentleness? It was probably the ability to feel the feelings of others as if they were his own.
The pain was understood by others, and it felt like the pain was being taken away by someone, comforting people's hearts. Therefore, a gentle person must have a heart that could empathize with the sufferings of others.
This was a blessing to others, but to himself, it only meant pain that far exceeded that of ordinary people. A slender heart was like glass that was easy to crack. This was the reason why people who were too slender were more or less a little neurotic.
The story began with a very gentle person. There was once a man called Zhong Wu of the Four Maple Court. His excessive gentleness was something that everyone in the Jingling Palace knew. And the truth of the matter was... Let's put it this way, his senses were far more sensitive than normal.
As long as he came into contact with others, he would be able to feel their feelings and even have the ability to transfer his emotions into them. This was not a spiritual perception that read other people's thoughts, but an ability to feel the other person's experience.
Because of this talent, his gentleness could be said to have reached the extreme.
As a noble, gentleness was a virtue. However, for a Four Maple Court, this was probably a curse from the heavens.
If an executioner could feel the fear and hatred of the person whose neck was about to be cut off when he chopped off someone else's head, could his hand lift the knife that was like killing himself?
This was not just a hypothesis, but the reality that Four Maple Court had experienced countless times. How could a person who had been tortured by battle have a good impression of battle? However, how could one become an expert without experiencing the tempering of battle?
Just like that, in the Jingling Palace where power determined everything, his role was forced to be fixed on the " weak ". What was worse was that he had an identity that would not allow him to be weak. As a great noble and the leader of the criminal army, he should be a person who was good at killing. But of course, he couldn't do it.
Being at the top of the storm, if one did not become strong, one would only be at the mercy of others. His fate was twisted as if he was cursed.
Whether or not the Four Maple House has been favored by the gods for generations, we can no longer trace it back. We only know that his eldest daughter, a member of the Four Maple House, completely inherited all his talents, including this cursed ability.
Under the overcorrection of education, the people of the Four Maple Yard not only did not have the slightest weakness of their father, but their personalities were extremely strong. However, although it was different from her father's tragedy, her life was also a curse.
She was more idealistic than anyone else, but she was desperate because of it.
This woman's dream was so simple. She sincerely hoped that everyone in this world would be happy and happy. That was all. When everyone was young and hot-blooded, they had once harbored childish ideals in their hearts, but they gradually gave up after understanding the cruelty of reality.
Happiness comes at the price of sacrifice-every child learns to justify themselves with this truth when they grow up. But she was different.
Perhaps she was stupider than anyone else, or perhaps there was something wrong with her brain. Or perhaps, she was the kind of person who had a destiny that mortals could not understand and was known as the " Saint." Perhaps the gods had given her the ability to curse because they had expectations for her.
When she realized that everything in this world was placed on the two ends of the scale of sacrifice or relief…she realized that the so-called rules were actually a scale to measure life. By eliminating the existence of a group of people in exchange for the existence of another group of people.
When she realized that she had to keep making choices no matter what, she thought that the best solution was to become the hand that manipulated the scales. She would always accurately weigh the two ends of the scale, exterminating a few people so that the majority could survive.
Therefore, the more she was determined to protect and save, the more people she saved, and the more skilled she became in killing. How many times, how many times, her hands were stained with blood---the long knife stabbed into the enemy's chest, and also pierced herself, but she had never been afraid.
Carrying the grief of so many dead and the expectations of the living, the arm holding the sword never wavered. It was a woman who had survived in the form of death in battle.
On the other side of our story, there was a child who was originally just a passer-by in her life.
Perhaps it was because the life of humans in the present world was too short compared to the death god, so that period of time that was only a blink of an eye to her was far from the weight of Ichigo's life.
Perhaps it was because a child's heart was the easiest to be branded. Because a child had too little and the world was too small, they cherished everything in their hands more than adults.
In short, she had left such a deep impression in Ichigo's heart. This was something she had never expected. She never expected that after she inexplicably lost her memories and everything in the past, he would become the most important mystery in her life. Or the answer.
Ichigo did not know that the beautiful, noble, and nameless woman in his heart was the " ghost " in his eyes, the person who gave him a headache and even protected him secretly.
In the past, the silent gentleness that was unique to the people of Four Maple Court was like the melting first snow, with a slight coldness of sweetness, like a clear spring that moistened his heart.
Even now, when he could no longer remember her name or even her appearance, that small warmth continued to warm his heart. In fact, she had deliberately forgotten about it because she felt that she did not deserve to have happiness. The 'beautiful world' was just an illusion.
Then why had he been thinking about her recently? When she was sleeping, she thought that it was probably because someone who looked like her kept wandering in front of her.
The girl who had suddenly appeared in front of him like a storm had the same scent as the other person. It was as clear as the mountain spring. Perhaps it was the smell of the wind.
It was very similar, but he didn't think so. The vile Ayahara and that noble lady…were too far apart. Ichigo thought that the only similarity between Ayahara and Shikaede House was their appearance.
All the compliments about beauty were very fitting for this girl named Ayahara Tokijin. The first time he saw Aya Hara, he was so shocked that his soul flew away. It was as if his soul had left his body to watch everything that happened.
The silver hair that hung down to her waist could not be described as silk or a waterfall. Under the adorable curly hair on her forehead were silver eyes that were brighter than her hair. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes reflected a light that was like the changing stars. All kinds of unbelievable colors appeared endlessly.
Staring at Ayahara was a very dangerous thing, because if he was distracted for even a moment, he would feel as if he would be sucked into her eyes. There was something so profound in those eyes. It felt like if she touched it lightly, it would make a crisp sound and break. It was as fragile and illusory as the surface of a frozen lake in early spring, and her voice was the same.
Ichigo could clearly see his own dumbstruck face as he stared at Ayahara's beauty that surpassed her limits. He could not breathe, and he despised himself for it. What was even more detestable was that she was not only overly beautiful, but she also emitted an alluring glow. Just like how she told him to love life or to accompany him forever and protect him, she would always casually poke at other people's soft spots.
He had heard Long Gui mention that Ayahara had praised Inoue for having a warm hair color. After his brother who had passed away said that to Inoue, no one else said that to Inoue. It was so easy to fall in love with Ayahara. Even the unremarkable, eccentric, and suspected germaphobe bespectacled top student in the class, as well as Chado, who sat in the last row, were her FANS.
That was an illusion! Ichigo really wanted to stand on the rooftop of the school and shout at the entire school. It was very satisfying for Ichigo to discover Ayahara's " true colors " time and time again, but... he was flustered and exasperated to find that he seemed to be swayed by her.
Until now, he still didn't know how many faces Aayahara had…That guy was like a kaleidoscope, and with a slight rotation, it would reflect hundreds of thousands of radiant prism surfaces, so dazzling that people couldn't look away.
Everyone was curious, and he just didn't like to interfere in things that had nothing to do with him. It didn't matter if he was cold or overly protective, he had such a habit. However, he did not turn a blind eye to her mysteriousness. To be honest, he also wanted to investigate further.
In fact, Ichigo would often stare at her until she was stunned.
When she was immersed in the rhythm of the wind, it was as if all the light in the air was focused on her. He had only one choice left, and that was to look at her. As a result, he was beaten up by her for " being distracted in class."
When she was smiling, let alone asking him to run errands to buy a bottle of water…he felt that he could not refuse any of her requests.
It was too dangerous! Ichigo said to himself angrily after being absent-minded countless times, It was too dangerous to be bewitched by that guy!
Ichigo made this judgment in his heart. She would use all kinds of provocative words to calmly observe the other party's reaction and take pleasure in it. Her eyes were emitting a demonic light. Although it was charming, it made him instinctively raise his vigilance and feel that there was a trap in them. Wasn't the legendary devil who was good at manipulating people exactly like her?
He hated her overly outstanding appearance. Someone with that kind of striking appearance and temperament would definitely be a big trouble-both for her and for the people around her-so he had to stay away from her, he had thought from the first time he had seen her.
He hated her slender eyes that exuded determination. They were strong and deep as if they could see through people's hearts. He hated her sudden appearance, hated her mysterious style, hated her for disturbing his heart, and hated himself for being disturbed by her.
She always said things that made his heart waver. He hated this kind of helplessness. She always hid something from him, which made him feel cheated and even betrayed.
Ichigo was not sure how he felt since he was used to working with her. Although he didn't hate it, he clearly liked to be alone in the past. This made him feel confused.
Was it okay to continue like this? How long could this last?
She claimed to be a ghost, and recently, she had become paler and weaker, as if she would float away with the wind. She clearly looked slender and fragile, an existence that definitely needed protection, but she had saved him and even said that she wanted to help him become stronger…Her strength was like burning her life force, constantly exhausting it.
She always made people worry that she would disappear in the next second, just like her sudden arrival. Wouldn't it be in line with that fellow's usual bad style to make a mess of other people's hearts and then suddenly leave?
When will she disappear from my sight? Ichigo thought as he listened to the rain outside the window in his half-asleep state.
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