In the North Street District, there is an extremely remote courtyard.
At this moment, a couple was basking in the sun in the yard. The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, her hands and feet hanging limply, with very obvious scars on her wrists.
It was obvious that someone had severed the tendons in her hands and feet in an extremely cruel way.
In addition to her horrible hands and feet, the woman's originally bright and noble face now had a long scar across it.
It runs all the way from the right forehead to the bridge of the nose.
The woman's beautiful appearance was destroyed in an extremely simple and brutal way.
Even so, this woman did not show any inferiority in her every move. She raised her head and looked at the kite flying in the distance from somewhere, with a perfect smile on the corner of her lips.
It should have been a beautiful smile.
It's precisely because of that scar that it seems to have a strange and terrifying feeling.
Even the charming teardrop mole at the right corner of her eye looked frightening at this moment.
…
Although this woman's appearance was ruined, her vaguely recognizable facial features showed that she was undoubtedly the high priestess.
The young and handsome man who was pushing her wheelchair was Jiang Xuecheng.
The high priest looked up in the direction of the kite with a look of regret.
“I want to fly a kite, too.”
It has been a long time since she last flew a kite.
When the high priestess was a girl, she rarely thought about these activities, but her sister, who was always causing trouble but not accomplishing anything, liked them very much.
The high priest reluctantly let her sister go a few times, but he did not participate, just stood beside her sister and watched.
One time, the string of the blue butterfly kite broke for some reason.
It floated over the eaves and flew towards the river on the other side.
The high priest originally thought that her sister would send someone to pick it up. After all, the kite with the green butterfly was made by her sister herself.
It is said that a lot of thought was put into it.
Her sister, however, did not.
The high priest will always remember the girl who looked exactly like him and spoke to him in an almost innocent tone.
—If only I could fly out of this cage like that kite.
Escape from this cage?!
The high priestess couldn't understand what her sister was thinking...
Their family was declining, but in this generation, two gifted children, sisters, were born. Logically speaking, they had a great chance of ascending to the highest position in the Divine Court.
At that time, the family spent a lot of money and resources to train them both.
But my sister never studied very hard, and even hinted that she wanted to live an ordinary life.
The high priest could not understand this even more.
In her opinion, her sister was the kind of person who obviously only wanted to enjoy the current wealth and glory, but she was not a coward at all who would take on any responsibility.
It was not until later that the high priest fulfilled his sister's wish with his own hands.
Since this girl, who was a few minutes older than her, liked to live a free and easy life, she gave her that kind of life.
He lied to everyone that his sister was dead, but in fact he erased her memory and sent her to a place where no one would recognize her.
However, in order to fulfill his sister's wish, the high priest made his sister pay a not small price.
The price is that one day, she will have a sister's child...
The high priestess had never thought about having children. Even though technology was so advanced, she did not want to have a child of her own with another man.
But she had to have a "child", even if she only used this child as a tool.
The reason is simple, just to consolidate one's own position.
The high priestess turned her eyes to the young man behind her. She had never seen the young appearance of the man her sister married.
She just felt that the man and her sister standing side by side both looked much older, and her sister no longer had the youthful appearance like herself, and wrinkles had already appeared at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
This is the price of leaving the family and abandoning all power.
And that extremely ordinary man, in the eyes of the high priest, was not worthy of her sister at all.
Even though the high priest knew that aging was inevitable, like her, even if it was not obvious on the outside, her body functions were still declining.
Now the high priest could vaguely tell from Jiang Xuecheng's facial features that he must have been a handsome young man when he was young.
But to be honest, Jiang Xuecheng is more like her sister.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such delicate facial features.
Especially those bright and shining phoenix eyes.
Almost identical to her sister.
…
Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to have a child.
The high priestess sighed in her heart. She didn't know why she had reached such a dead end.
The high priestess was very dissatisfied with Jiang Xuecheng for ignoring her just now, and she immediately pointed at the kite in the sky.
"I said, I want to fly a kite, why don't you go and find one for me?"
Jiang Xuecheng glanced at the high priest indifferently and ruthlessly exposed the high priest's fantasy.
"Master Priest, do you think you can pull the kite with your current skills?"
The high priest was speechless upon hearing this.
She lowered her head and glanced at the two scars on her wrists that were almost as winding as centipedes.
Every time I see these two scars and the horrible mark on my ankle.
The high priest would subconsciously clench his fingertips and tremble in his heart, as if there was a chill penetrating into his bones.
—This is Fiennes’ “masterpiece”. Seeing that the high priestess was not obedient, he asked someone to cut the tendons of her hands and feet.
She never thought about it.
This kind of thing will happen to you.
Even the cruel things she had done to others in the past were no better than Fiennes.
But the high priest felt it was so painful that every time he thought about it in his dreams at midnight, he felt so painful that he wanted to commit suicide!
But it doesn't work yet.
Before that, she must watch with her own eyes that heartless beast Fiennes die in front of her!
Thinking of that man, a trace of annoyance appeared on the high priest's face. She stared at Jiang Xuecheng coldly, subconsciously putting on her previous airs of a high-ranking person.
"I can't fly the kite, so you let me fly it!"
The high priest's voice was resolute, revealing an aura that would not tolerate disobedience.
However, when Jiang Xuecheng heard this, he didn't show any intention of moving, and a sarcastic smile subconsciously appeared at the corner of his lips.
"High Priest, do you still not realize your current situation?"
The high priest paused when she heard this, and she glared at Jiang Xuecheng angrily.
"I asked you to rescue my Persian cat Tuanzi before, but you refused. Well, I know that bringing the cat with me does increase the risk, but now I ask you to fly a kite for me, and you refuse. What can you do?"
Jiang Xuecheng stared at the high priest indifferently, and his voice suddenly became cold.
"I didn't save you so you can show off! High Priest, just tell me, where is the antidote for the CHK virus number 3?"
(End of this chapter)