Tianyuan fell into chaos.
As far as machinery is concerned, chaos is the state closest to madness. He has been drifting alone in the cosmic storm for 1,400 years. All the years before that were spent witnessing the human civilization that was so brilliant that it ignited a raging fire. Therefore, Tianyuan knows how many different forms of madness there are.
But even he would never have thought that this day would come: just by sitting next to Gu Xingqiao, his processing center had already shown signs of being out of control.
His human was a threat, a threat. From the first kiss, the more Tianyuan paid attention to Gu Xingqiao's every move, the more details he could not appreciate before. The way the young man walked, the curve of his lips smiling, the reflection of his eyes in different lights, and the way he swung his earrings - slightly tilting his head, the silver light flashing, his half-smile gaze also met Tianyuan's.
Gu Xingqiao came over, poured a handful of nameless boiling flames on himself, and then walked away calmly, leaving Tianyuan alone to burn. Such incidents happened frequently during this period of time. Tianyuan really couldn't understand, if Gu Xingqiao was making things difficult for him, why did this look like a reward? If Gu Xingqiao was rewarding him, why did he make things so difficult for him
Deep down, Tianyuan felt distressed by Gu Xingqiao's inconsistent words and deeds. Human lips can create the hottest and sweetest kiss in the world, but after separation, they can spit out the most bizarre and abnormal excuses to prove how legitimate the kiss was, without any element of intimacy and love.
On this basis, the intimacy imposed by Gu Xingqiao was inconsistent, causing Tianyuan to desire it on the one hand, and to avoid it secretly, or to be afraid of it on the other.
This was exactly what he was unwilling to admit in his heart. However, just as Gu Xingqiao had made an intelligent life have the emotion of "admiration", now he also wanted to make this intelligent life know what "fear" felt like.
So, where is he
Tianyuan stood in the control room. While he was thinking, he had rebuilt and dismantled the simulation warehouse that was destroyed that day. Finally, he stopped indifferently and threw a pile of raw materials into the recycling bin.
His pupils glowed light purple, and he saw Gu Xingqiao sitting on a sofa on a circular terrace.
Tianyuan decided to go find him.
The exoskeletons tapped the ground one by one, making small, crisp sounds. Under the artificial sunlight, Gu Xingqiao was reading a book, his lips moving slightly as he was reading something in a low voice.
Gu Xingqiao raised his eyebrows and tapped the pages of the book with his fingers. He heard Tianyuan standing not far from him.
The precious poetry collection turns another page. The young man's voice is vague, but it secretly amplifies the volume.
He whispered deeply, "…Love me, my friend. Do not abandon me, follow me."
Tianyuan's forward steps suddenly stopped.
Whispering cannot erase its power. Fragments of poetry are like a spring of marrow oozing out of a stone, gurgling with pain and passion.
"Follow me, my friend, in this tide of sorrow. And my words are stained with your love."
Compared to just writing on paper, words spoken personally are more magical because of the sound and emotion they convey.
"You have everything... You have everything." The ending was as light as a sigh, blowing a puff of stinging smoke in the air, "For your white hands as smooth as grapes, I will give my words..."