Infinity: Pure Hate

Tian Zhiyan likes Zhou Jiajuan very much, which is something that no one knows, not even Zhou Jiajuan. On the day he coaxed himself into confessing his love to Zhou Jiagu, he was kidnapped. In that kidnapping case, he lost his sight forever and could no longer see anything. He couldn't see that Zhou Jiagu came to save him when he was thrown on the mountain, nor could he see that Zhou Jiagu went crazy and beat the group of people until they almost died. He didn't know who saved him, who kept him by his side, and that person never spoke to him, until one day, he woke up with a stomachache, and vaguely felt someone beside him. The person touched his face, and paused when his fingers brushed his lips. He only felt a kiss on his lips, and the person spoke. "You're awake, Yanyan." It's not a question, it's an affirmation. He recognized it immediately. It was Zhou Jiagu's voice. Tian Zhiyan slapped him in anger, a clear slap sounded, and he only heard the other party's low chuckle. "Does your hand hurt?" The other party held his hand that was shaking slightly from hitting him hard and rubbed it gently. Tian Zhiyan doesn't know why he hates Zhou Jiagu. He should like him obviously, until he can no longer see the kidnapping case. He hates Zhou Jiaguan, even if the kidnapping case has nothing to do with him. Knowing that Zhou Jiagu saved him and kept him by his side, he would say harsh words in front of the other person, and the other person would respond to him. He had been raised by his side for 8 years. One day, he smelled the faint smell of blood on the other person's body, but he didn't ask and the other person didn't say anything. It wasn't until the next day that he felt that the person around him had changed. Although he didn't speak, he knew it wasn't him. A few weeks later, he overheard the person who cared for him talking on the phone and knew that eavesdropping was wrong. "He didn't get through me, but he knew it wasn't you who was taking care of him." "He got sick the day before yesterday and made many cuts on his hands." "Zhou Jiagu, don't you love him very much, and you lied to him like this?" "You've been falling asleep a lot lately. Have you ever thought about a day when you never wake up?" "So? He said he would be happy if you died, so you died?" "Zhou Jiajuan, who do you follow when you fall in love?" "He heard me talking to you on the phone and he cried. You can comfort him yourself." The last sentence seemed to be spoken by that person after he noticed him and was silent for a while. Zhou Jiajuan fell in love with Tian Zhiyan from the first moment he met her. One day when he wanted to confess his love, he learned that Tian Zhiyan had been kidnapped and his whole world collapsed. After searching for a long time, he found the person lying on the ground on the mountain with blood in his eyes. His captors were beaten to death, but he didn't think it was enough. He took Tian Zhiyan home and felt that none of the servants at home could take care of him, so he dismissed them all and took care of him himself. He took good care of him, but he didn't want the other person to really be taking care of him, so he never spoke. In the middle of the night one day, he pushed open the bedroom door irritably. When he saw the other person sleeping soundly, he pushed back his annoyance. He gently touched the other person's sleeping face, and the other person's eyelashes trembled slightly. His words are awake. He didn't want to pretend anymore, he had enough. He lowered his head and kissed the slightly cool lips, with the desire and careful cherishment that he had held back for many years. The kiss was very light, like the brush of a feather, but it was unmistakably hot. Initially he didn't want to reveal that the other party was awake, but when his fingertips touched the slightly trembling eyelashes, Zhou Jiajuan suddenly changed his mind. "You're awake, Yanyan." The consequence of saying this was to be slapped angrily by his wife. Then he humbly coaxes his wife and rubs her hands. Behind—— "I can't pretend anymore," he pressed against the other person's lips, his voice as dumb as if it was covered with sand, "Yanyan, I can't pretend anymore." Tian Zhiyan's body was as stiff as ice, but she didn't push him away. Zhou Jiajuan could feel that the skin on the back of his neck was hot, and even his breathing was trembling. "You should have known earlier," Zhou Jiagu chuckled, a little self-deprecating, "If you frown, I won't be able to sleep at night. Do you think I can really endure not talking for several months? It's just that you are afraid that you will hear my voice, and you won't even give me this pretense of calm." He raised his hand and gently brushed the corners of Tian Zhiyan's eyes with his fingertips - it was indeed wet. "It's okay to hate me," Zhou Jiajuan kissed his tears, "but don't scratch yourself, okay?" Tian Zhiyan tilted her head sharply and said in a tight voice: "Zhou Jiagu, get out of here." But the crying tone in that voice was too obvious, like a kitten wet in the rain. It clearly wanted to show its teeth and claws, but it vented all the grievances in its body. Zhou Jiagu hugged him gently from behind, resting his chin on the top of his hair, smelling the familiar milky shampoo smell. Tian Zhiyan has been having a recurring dream recently. In the dream, he is in a void space, surrounded by endless darkness and fog. Only he stands alone. He walked forward for a long time, as if there was no solid ground under his feet. Every step he took was in the soft mist, making no sound. The darkness was so thick that it could not be dissolved, but the mist was also bitingly cold. Threads penetrated into his collar, like countless thin ice needles, pricking his skin numb. "Welcome to the Nightmare City" A mechanical and flat sound suddenly exploded in the fog, with no discernible direction, as if coming from all directions, hitting Tian Zhiyan's eardrums in pain. The darkness that was originally empty and full of mist suddenly changed when this mechanical sound appeared. A manor that seemed strange at first glance appeared in front of it. There were many skulls stuck on the door of the manor, and there were many patterns on the skulls. It was creepy at a glance. He stopped suddenly and clenched his fists. The voice had no warmth, and carried a strange familiarity, as if it had been waiting for him for a long time. "Interested in knowing the rules here?" The mechanical sound drew out its tone, as if it were playing with a fragile glass bead. Tian Zhiyan could feel some kind of sticky malice surging in the mist, drilling into his brain along his auditory nerves. "Not interested." The mist seemed to freeze for a moment. The joking tone of the mechanical voice was a little lighter, and there was more of a surprise and frustration: "It's really... Not playing according to common sense." "..." "Then... Are you interested in being an NPC in our game?" The mechanical voice sounded again, with a coaxing tone, as if Tian Zhiyan agreed, and there would be countless benefits waiting for him. "Let's talk about it after I die," Tian Zhiyan said very perfunctorily. But I didn't expect that he was really dead. Then he actually signed a contract with that crappy game without his knowledge. Intention: None