The kiss of Emile

In the far, far past, on a dark night —— In the cabin, a light shone like a bean. At the age of twelve, she was kneeling on the ground. Her legs were paralyzed. Her beautiful face was mixed with fear and worry. She stared blankly at a pair of embroidered shoes on the ground in front of her. The shoes were embroidered with two butterflies flying together. They were the birthday gift she had sewn for her mother herself. The woman in her thirties sat in a chair and looked coldly at her daughter kneeling before her. The confrontation had lasted half an hour, and the daughter still bowed her head and said nothing, but she could not hold her temper any longer. "Really don't?" The girl shuddered and did not answer. "Two hundred and fifty-six lives in Wujiatown, you want them to die for nothing?" She clenched her hand, and the sweat dried up again. "It has been ascertained that he did not do it in Wujiatown." Even if it wasn't him, wouldn't he do something so inhumane in the future? These monsters feed on human and animal blood, and their harm is growing day by day. He shares the same blood as them, and since he isn't afraid of sunlight, how many more lives will be lost at his hands if he doesn't kill him? Have you thought about that? But his mother is human, and he's half human! Maybe he won't ——" Those not of our kind must have different hearts! Our Ji family has generations dedicated to subduing demons and eliminating evil in the world. As the leader of the female envoy, I am determined to eliminate all evil and cannot show leniency because of you. If you refuse to lead the way, I will lead my men to attack forcefully, even if it means setting fire to the mountain, I will ensure his death! "Seeing her daughter's tears, she softened her tone," With your guidance, we will secretly ambush and launch a sudden attack, allowing him to die without realizing it, which is also a form of mercy." Death is death. What mercy? The girl wept as she watched her mother take out the silver-written talisman, bend down to pull up her stiff arm, pry open her curled fingers, and put the talisman into her hand. It was late at night, the mountain wind howled and the moonlight was bright. She wore a thick coat, carried a bundle, and put the talisman in her bosom. She left the stronghold where the Ji clan lived. Her mother led 160 black-clad women, all armed, following her from a distance. One hundred and sixty people, even the operators who were still studying came. Mother really wanted to kill him. She had a sudden idea, abandoned the path and turned into the woods. Her mother and her sisters did not know the cave where he was hiding, so she wandered around in the woods, perhaps to shake off their pursuit. She ran as fast as she could, hoping in good faith that she would delay the moment and give him a chance to escape. The forest was dark and she stumbled along, her skirt torn by a branch. Finally, when she could no longer hear the footsteps behind her, she got out of the woods, found her way, and ran to the old place that only he knew about. From a distance, she saw him. He sat at the mouth of the cave, looking up at the bright moon. His clothes were old, and his white skin was exposed in the broken places. Under the moonlight, it gave off a faint glow, like a piece of white jade in a rag. He heard the noise, turned his head alertly, and his green eyes flashed with a fierce light. Seeing her, he immediately retracted his ferocity and showed a natural smile. He got up and supported her who was panting. "I thought you wouldn't be here tonight." He was fifteen, handsome and soft-spoken, not like a Chinese man. His green eyes reflected the moonlight, eerie and enchanting, but gentle when he looked at her. "I... I'm late." She steadied herself and listened around her. There was only the sound of trees and wind, and the tribes must have let her go. She opened the bundle and took out a black cotton robe and a pair of black cloth boots. "For you." He never had his own clothes, always picking up old clothes that others had thrown away to wear. She had long wanted to make new clothes for him. This was the first time, and probably the last. "Made by yourself?" He was surprised and took the soft new clothes. She nodded, and watched him turn his back, take off his tattered clothes, and show his smooth, thin back. When she met him six months ago, he was being hunted by a sorcerer and dying of wounds. Now his wounds had healed, for he was half an evil man, and he recovered faster than ordinary people, without even a scar. His mother was human, but his father was a monster known as a "vampire." They were immortal, lived at night and fed on the blood of men and animals. His blue eyes and white skin were inherited from this lineage. The vampires did not consider him one of their own, and people were afraid of his strange appearance. Wherever he went, he was regarded as a demon. Even though he could eat like a normal person and did not need to live on blood, the sorcerers still shouted "do what is right for heaven" and wanted to kill him. His parents had died, and he had been hiding for more than a decade, nearly dying at the hands of the sorcerer several times. There was no place for him in the world. She looked at the white skin of his back, and how many unseen scars and bitterness were hidden beneath this flawless body of jade? He changed into new clothes and shoes, with wide shoulders and narrow sleeves, which fit him well. He was handsome to begin with, and in this steady black robe he looked even more handsome. He turned excitedly several times, and saw her staring at him. His handsome eyes were slightly red, and he smiled, "You look like the little thieves who climb walls in the story you told me. They wear black clothes and sneak into people's houses at night, so no one can see them." "Yes," she said with a faint smile. "You wear this black and walk in the dark, so no one can see you, so no one can bully you." He was taken aback, understood her intention, and suddenly held her warm little hands, his eyes burning. "Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan," he murmured, his voice filled with a deep attachment. "Because of you, I believe that there is joy in the world." His face was full of contented joy, but she heard a pang in her heart. "I have something for you, too." He took out a bracelet of intricately woven beads and round stones strung together with thin vines. He had made it from materials he had picked up on the spot in the mountains. He tied the bracelet around her thin wrist and said shyly, "I don't have any money to buy a bracelet, so I had to pick up some small stones and branches to make this. It's a pity it's not very good." "Very well done," she said with a smile, stroking the simple bracelet. "I like it." He smiled shyly, his snow-white face was faintly flushed. He wanted to say something, but he was tongue-tied for a moment, so he had to smile foolishly at her soft little face, "You... like it." Her emerald eyes were too eager to speak, but she was twelve years old and seemed to understand, and her cheeks were slightly hot. "Xiao Wan, I sneaked to the nearby village last night and heard some uncles chatting." Seeing her frown, he smiled and said, "I was very careful; no one saw me. I overheard them talking about some people overseas who have skin as white as mine, with eyes that are either green or blue. They don't even have my black hair; they can have red or yellow hair. If I went there, no one would think I'm a monster. Tell me, is there really such a wonderful place in the world?" She nodded. "My mother told me that some people in foreign countries look different from us." "Is there really such a place?" His eyes sparkled with excitement. "One day, I will go there! There, I can walk down the street without being pointed at or killed. I can live in peace there, right?" The fool, everyone wants to put you to death, never because of your eyes or skin color. She sighed inwardly, unwilling to break his dream, looking around the dark forest. Her mother and others must be coming soon. "Well, go on, go to the other side of the world you spoke of." She gently withdrew her hand from his palm. "Emile, we can't see each other again." "Why?" He was shocked and at a loss. "You want to drive me away? Are you angry with me? Angry that I eavesdrop on the uncles?" "No," she shook her head. "My mother... has sensed you in the area, and I'm afraid she'll bring people to search the mountains and you'll be caught." But I just hid here, not to cause any trouble! "he pleaded urgently," In the past, those sorcerers forced me into a corner. To survive, I had no choice but to hurt others, and it wasn't intentional! After you saved me, I don't dare to hurt anyone anymore. No one has hurt me, so I won't hurt anyone again! Why can't I stay?" He knew that the Ji family had the responsibility to kill demons and subdue monsters, but he just wanted to live, not hurt people, and he would not hurt people! Could her mother feel his small hope, which she was so kind as to understand? Seeing that she remained silent, he gave a sad smile, his eyes condensed with a faint red mist of tears. "So you really want to drive me away......"