Bo Jinshen left early the next morning.
When he woke up, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were furrowed tightly, and his face was filled with a rare mortal tiredness and fragility.
He didn't seem to remember anything that happened last night. I don't remember how I knocked open the door like a madman, nor how I held a shadow and shed those hot tears.
When he saw himself sleeping on the "moonlight" bed, a hint of extremely complex emotions mixed with disgust and greed flashed in his eyes, and then he was quickly covered with the coldness of the past.
And Su Wan had already stood aside respectfully.
She was wearing a white silk nightdress, her long hair draped softly over her shoulders, and her face had Lu Qingyue-like, with a lazy, flawless smile on her face. She prepared a warm towel and decanting honey water for him, her movements were soft and her expression was gentle, as if the thrilling farce of last night was just a dream that had nothing to do with her.
Bo Jinshen didn't touch anything she had prepared.
He just gave her a deep, inquisitive look with those eyes that had regained indifference, and then got up without saying a word, leaving the pure white mausoleum that made him feel stunned.
A few hours later, Su Wan learned from Uncle Chen that his husband had urgent multinational business to deal with and had flown to Europe for a week.
week.
This is the first, complete, and only her own ... Su Wan got after falling into this hell. Holiday.
Although her cage was still this eternal dark room that nailed all the windows.
But at least, the invisible electronic dog chain called "Bo Jinshen" was temporarily released.
From that moment on, the performance of "Moonlight" came to a complete end.
The secret workshop of "Su Wan" ushered in its craziest day and night rush period.
She became bolder and more cautious.
She was no longer satisfied with matches and packaging cartons. She began to consciously "make" creative materials.
She would deliberately "accidentally" drip dark blueberry sauce onto a white napkin during a meal, and then hide the colored piece of fabric while the maid was unprepared. After drying, the deep, solidified purple became the noblest color in her palette.
She even learned to use herself.
During a menstrual period, she looked at the dazzling red on the sanitary napkin, and a crazy thought grabbed her. With her fingertips, she dipped the warm liquid that belonged to life and drew the first stroke of her new series on the hardest piece of cardboard.
She named this series of pain and blood - "Sacrifice".
The first piece is a ring called "Puppet's Tears".
She used the burned carbon strips to outline countless slender threads extending from all directions, which eventually converged at a single point and together controlled a huge drop-shaped gemstone set in the ring. Instead of painting the brilliance of the gemstone, she used the blood that had dried up to a dark red to draw a shocking crack in the center of the gemstone.
It was for the self who was forced to smile at the banquet.
The second work is an anklet called "Luna God's Chain".
The anklet is designed as a circle of intertwined, blooming white gardenias. The shape of the flower is soft and holy, but the stamens of each flower are designed to be sharp spikes that curve inward. These spikes, deadly and brutally, pierce the wearer's ankle.
This is for the pervasive smell in this mansion and the code name "Moonlight".
The third work is a crown.
She named it "Mourning Song".
The overall shape of the crown is a circle of staggered and dried thorns. At the top of the thorns, instead of a cross or a gem symbolizing power, a miniature, delicate, empty ... Birdcage. The door of the birdcage was wide open, as if the prisoners inside had been freed in the most tragic way.
And on this crown full of death and despair, she used all her efforts to draw a winged wing, pierced by thorns, just above the birdcage, with the most precious, dried blood, but still struggling to fly upwards... Butterfly.
This butterfly is Su Wan's soul.
It is her blood, her tears, her hatred, and her... The last, last glimmer of hope that remains.
She painted so focused and so engaged that she completely forgot the passage of time.
All her senses are condensed on the small, bloody life at her fingertips.
This calm before the storm lasted for three whole days.
The oppressive atmosphere began on the fourth day.
That day, Uncle Chen answered a phone call while supervising the maid's cleaning.
Su Wan's room was absolutely soundproof, but Uncle Chen did not walk away immediately, but just lowered his voice.
...
Su Wan's ears captured a few broken words that were enough to make her heart flutter.
"... Europe... Project... Huge resistance..."
"... Mr. Temper... Right... Unprecedented...
"... Let's ... Keep an eye on ... Any error..."
After hanging up the phone, Uncle Chen's face was so gloomy that it could drip water.
From that day on, the atmosphere of the entire mansion seemed to be tightened by an invisible hand.
All the servants became more cautious in their actions, and even walked as if they were dancing on the tip of a knife, for fear of making a superfluous sound. The food sent is also more exquisite and impeccable than ever.
Even the aroma of gardenia seems to have become more intense and aggressive.
It seems that in this way, it is desperately trying to hide some kind of imminent and rainy atmosphere.
Su Wan was keenly aware of all this.
She knew that her "vacation" might end early.
A strong, unprecedented sense of crisis seized her.
She had a hunch that Bo Jinshen, who returned this time, would be more dangerous and more ... than ever Unreasonable.
And her "incriminating evidence" hidden deep in the mattress, which embodies all her rebellion and hatred, once discovered, will end up far more than nailing a window.
She had to speed up.
She wanted to pour out all the last things in the depths of her soul before the devil returned.
She was no longer satisfied with the design draft.
She began to conceive a complete plan that could turn everything upside down.
Painting is the only way she can fight against assimilation.
And these drawings are the most powerful evidence that she will escape from heaven in the future and accuse Bo Jinshen of Bo Jinshen's crimes to the whole world. It was she who destroyed him and buried him... Weapons.
Late at night on the fifth day.
In the dark room, Su Wan knelt on the floor, drawing the final stroke of the bloody butterfly.
She used the carbon strips of her fingertips to draw a fine, burning, layer on the edge of the butterfly's broken wings... Golden halo.
It was the light of dawn in her imagination.
After this stroke, she seemed to have drained all her strength, and her whole body collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
She carefully stuffed this sketch called "Mourning Song" that she cherished the most, along with all her other works, into the deepest crack of the mattress, layer by layer.
After doing all this, she felt a false sense of security.
However, at this moment -
The roar of a car engine, without warning, cut through the dead silence of the manor late at night.
The voice, from far to near, had an unbelievable and crushing power, and finally stopped in front of the main building of the villa.
Su Wan's heartbeat, at this moment, seemed to be stopped by an invisible hand.
is back.
He actually ... Came back early!
Two days earlier than the scheduled week!
Downstairs, there was the sound of heavy objects being knocked over, followed by panicked and depressed exclamations from Uncle Chen and the servants.
Then, there was a heavy, monstrous and hostile footsteps that had completely lost their former elegance.
The footsteps did not go to the study or the wine cellar.
Instead, he went straight and purposefully, towards the second floor, towards her room, step by step, heavily, and stepped up.
Every step was like a heavy hammer, slamming into Su Wan's heart.
Finished.
This was the only thought that flashed through Su Wan's mind.
She got up from the ground like lightning, trying to rush to the bed and wipe away all the traces that might be exposed.
However, it was too late.
"Bang——!!!"
A deafening loud noise.
The heavy door of her room, with a precision electronic lock, was ... from the outside by an irresistible brute force. Kick it away!
"Boom——!"