Paige looked at him in some dismay.
Enrico parted her hair at the side of her forehead and laughed, “Paige, I’m not that bad.”
She had been exhausted for a long time.
No matter how anxious he was, he would wait until she had recovered.
“…”
Paige looked at him silently. His eyes were deep and bottomless, as if the endless night could embrace everything.
She lifted her hand and touched his angular face, whispering, “I called her mother.”
On hearing this, Enrico’s eyes darkened. There was no resentment, nor was there any surprise.
“Do you know why?”
Paige lay there, her fingertips gently stroking his face, her voice tinged with a little smile, “Because I’m very happy now, so I can easily forgive everything.”
If she had met Blanca years ago, she might not have been able to let go.
But now, she could easily let go of her obsession, because she had him.
Enrico stared at her without saying a word, his gaze locked on her face. Paige felt uncomfortable being looked at like that, and she couldn’t continue touching his face. “What’s wrong?”
Did she say something wrong?
“You don’t say sweet things unless you want to, and when you do, they’re so high-class.”
There wasn’t a single word of love, but it made his heart race.
Enrico pursed his lips. She was worthy of him. No, he couldn’t be outdone by her. In the future, he must be even more high-class than she is.
“…”
Paige didn’t expect him to be looking at her for so long and thinking about this, and couldn’t help but smile. She reached up and put her arms around his neck, making him lower his head and rest it on her shoulder. The two of them lay on the bed, embracing each other closely.
Feeling the real warmth of his body, Paige felt extremely fulfilled.
…
The dozens of steps at the bottom of the ancestral hall were covered in snow.
Blanca sat on the steps holding a voice recorder. An umbrella drifted into the distance. After a long time, snow particles had accumulated in her hair, but she remained seated as if carved from wood.
Her hand holding the recorder had turned numb and red from the cold.
She moved her hand, but still pressed the button. The man’s deep voice came from inside.
“At that time, a group of people entered River Town to monitor Jasper’s movements. I heard that they were practicing on ordinary people in River Town, so I went to find out what was going on…”
Behind a patchwork wall in the distance, Alonso leaned against the wall with a light layer of white snow on his body. There was a dark circle of blood on the hem of his clothes, and blood was still slowly dripping from the corner of his clothes onto the snow.
After receiving 50 lashes, he could barely stand. He pressed one hand against the wall, and with difficulty, he took a few steps over to lean against the wall and look in the direction of the meeting hall.
He saw Blanca sitting in the snow, like a tiny speck in the midst of everything.
She finally pressed the switch.
Alonso’s gaze deepened.
In fact, even Blanca didn’t know that their story wasn’t that complicated.
That year, Alonso went to River Town alone, wanting to see if the people of JT were doing anything behind his back.
That was when he met Blanca.
In the narrow alley, moss grew on the stone steps, and a young girl dressed in the local ethnic costume happily stepped down the steps, the silver ornaments on her head and body clinking together.
He only glanced up, as if he had seen the morning light breaking over the horizon.
He and Blanca were quite a few years apart in age. She was always full of questions, and he had travelled quite a bit, but sometimes he didn’t know the answers to her questions.
At first, the two of them got along very well.
Every day, Alonso would track down the people from JT, and he didn’t mess around in River Town. He was dragged by Blanca to climb mountains, make wine, and see what a “gu” was…
Later, he learned that she was the daughter of the Folsom family.
She asked him to call her Blanca, and it turned out that she was Blanca Folsom.
As Alonso grew up, he was often brought by his father to Replica City to learn hypnosis from the people in JT. Although he was born into the Davis family and grew up in the Davis family, his father’s education made his heart rely on JT. Therefore, he did not have a good impression of the Folsom family.
After learning that Blanca was the daughter of the Folsom family, he deliberately distanced himself from her.
But the little girl didn’t know, and she even pretended to ask him casually if he had someone in his heart. The girl was young and innocent, trying to act careless, but her nervousness was written all over her face.
Alonso didn’t answer, and perhaps this made Blanca believe that there was indeed someone in his heart.
But in fact, at that moment, Alonso wasn’t thinking of anyone, not even Annie, who he had been engaged to since childhood. He looked at Blanca and all he could think of was the feud between the Folsom family and his family.
The Folsom family didn’t know that the descendants of JT were still keeping a close eye on them.
And the lively and innocent girl in front of her didn’t know that she would, like her sister and brother, sink herself deep into the abyss of revenge and hatred.
He and she were not supposed to have any intersection.
Alonso captured some members of the JT who were misbehaving in River Town, expelled them from JT, and was preparing to return when he learned from Blanca about the Medicine Curse Sect, which could heal things that could not be healed in the world.
He thought of Annie and the generations of the Davis family trapped by the AS schizophrenia gene.
He wrote to Annie, who was overjoyed. However, due to his relationship with the Folsom family, Alonso could not go to school at home, so every time he sneaked into Jasper’s library late at night to study there.
No matter what, staying in River Town meant that Blanca would appear.
River Town was so small that he had moved several times, but he would still run into her by chance. He didn’t want to interact with her, but she insisted on it.
Sometimes Alonso would want to take Blanca out of River Town, not for any other reason than so that she wouldn’t have to follow in the footsteps of the Folsom family.
But he knew that as a descendant of JT, he couldn’t do that.
Blanca also knew a bit about the ways of the demons, and often whispered in his ear. He combined the skills he had stolen with what Blanca said, and gradually figured out some methods. He began secretly raising demons.
Feeling that it was almost time, he wrote to Annie again. He had just put pen to paper when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Alonso turned around to find Blanca, dressed in a long white dress, standing obediently on top of him. Her eyes fell happily on his letter paper, and the smile on her face froze, unable to fade away.
Without thinking, he didn’t want her to know about his secret studies, so he put the pen in his hand over Annie’s name.
Blanca stood on top of him, smiled stiffly, pretended to look down nonchalantly, and pulled the hem of her skirt. “I think all the girls in River Town like to wear them. Do you think I look good in them? Do I look like one of the girls outside?”
“…”
Alonso was so much older than her, how could he not hear the undertones of her words.
In her white dress, she looked even more pure. Her black hair and bright facial features were mesmerizing. Together with the ethnic clothing, she had a beauty like no other.
She didn’t need to be like the girls outside; she was unique in her own way.
But Alonso couldn’t say that, so he just nodded in response after a long silence.