Phrolova TV

"Ah, do you know what's the possibility that, on my way home after watching one of your performances, I was accidentally killed by a meteorite, and then I was reborn in Montelli, and I've only just awakened my memories from my previous life?"

Kexi can lie without batting an eye now.

Phrolova just stared at him.

"Do you think I'd believe such a clumsy lie?"

Kexi was drenched in sweat.

He roughly understood what was going on with Phrolova.

This stemmed from long-term unrequited love, and the subsequent discovery that he was a fraud, which she couldn't accept, leading to hatred born from love.

He had several choices in front of him.

1. He knelt down and begged for mercy, only to be chopped into mincemeat by Phrolova.

Second: Knock Phrolova down and walk out standing up.

Third: Explain the truth to her and beg for her forgiveness.

Fourth: Delay the time and wait for Selina to bring people to rescue him.

These are choices that most people would make.

Kexi is clearly no ordinary person.

He still chooses the fighting style of his ancestors.

He raised his hand and grasped Phrolova's hand, which was pointing at him.

Phrolova's fingertips trembled slightly.

Kexi pressed her hand against her cheek, turned her head, and her lips lightly brushed against her fingers.

"Phrolova."

He called her name, his voice unusually gentle.

You've been searching for me for three hundred years.

Phrolova without saying a word.

Her expression remained gentle and indifferent, but Kexi felt her fingers tighten slightly against his face.

"Three hundred years."

He repeated it, his tone carrying a weight she herself might not even dare to admit.

"You investigated everyone at every venue, you searched every place you'd been. You said you hated me, called me a liar. But I know you really want to find me. Once you find this liar, you can't bring yourself to kill me."

Phrolova's breathing changed subtly. It was very light, but Kexi caught it.

"Because you believed what I said."

Kexi removed her hand from her face, cupped it in her palm, and looked down at her fingers.

His thumb gently caressed the back of her cold hand.

"I said I understand your music. I said I understand your sorrow. I said you are someone who needs to be saved."

He raised his eyes and looked directly into her pupils.

"These words are not made up; I did not say anything wrong. In the past three hundred years, I am the only one who has said these words to you, am I not?"

Phrolova's fingers twitched slightly, as if trying to pull them away.

Kexi didn't allow it.

Instead, he pulled her half a step closer to him, so close that they could feel the warmth of each other's breath.

"You must think that someone like you doesn't deserve to be saved."

His voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost as if he were whispering in her ear.

"But every time you step onto the conductor's platform, you're still searching. Searching for the person who said they understood you. Searching for the person who promised to watch over you from below the stage."

Phrolova's eyelashes began to tremble.

Her eyes weren't red, but the emotions churning within them were almost impossible to suppress.

Kexi knew she had hit a nerve.

This woman, who has lived for hundreds of years and killed countless people, is hard-hearted and willing to sacrifice herself to resurrect her loved ones.

But the seed he planted in his letter three hundred years ago has long since grown into the biggest thorn in her chest.

I lied to you, I never went to your show.

Kexi suddenly smiled; that smile contained self-deprecation, honesty, and a chilling seriousness.

"But dare you say that in the three years you've been looking for me—no, in the three hundred years—you've never once thought about what it would be like if I were actually standing in the audience?"

Phrolova closed his eyes.

She seemed to be trying to use this action to drive him out of her sight, but Kexi's hand had already released her fingers and instead cupped her face.

His palms were burning hot, pressing against her cold skin like a fire pressed against ice.

"If I were in the audience."

He described the scene vividly.

"I'll watch you conduct. I'll applaud you. I'll walk to the front of the stage after all the lights have dimmed, hand you the flowers, and tell you that you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen tonight."

Phrolova opened her eyes, a fleeting glint of tears passing through them, so quick it seemed like a hallucination.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you."

Kexi continued, her voice already a little hoarse, "But when I say this now, I truly mean it."

"If you hate me, fine!"

Kexi suddenly became agitated. He pulled out a utility knife from somewhere, shoved it into Phrolova's hand, and then personally placed the handle she was holding against his own neck.

"Then kill me! Just move your finger, make a cut, and I'm done for."

Come on!

Kexi approached her step by step.

Phrolova, bewildered, took one step back after another.

She imagined slicing across his neck, just as he had said.

But her hands wouldn't obey her commands.

Her hands were trembling.

"You..."

"Don't come any closer."

Kexi gave a soft snort to herself.

Now, the roles of offense and defense have shifted, baby.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Phrolova's pupils trembled slightly.

But she didn't hide.

She even tilted her chin slightly, like someone who had been frozen in the snow for three hundred years, suddenly seeing a cluster of fire, knowing full well that she would be burned, but still unable to resist moving closer.

Kexi's lips were very hot.

His kiss was fierce and deep, as if he wanted to force out all the coldness inside her body.

Phrolova's fingers unconsciously gripped his collar, and she pressed herself against him like a smoldering fire that had finally been ignited.

She responded to him.

That response nearly made Kexi lose her mind.

She was so cold that even a kiss carried an addictive chill, making you want to crush her and warm her up.

Kexi didn't let herself sink into it for too long.

His lips left hers, slid down her chin, and finally landed precisely on the Tacet Mark on her arm.

He kissed her very hard, as if he wanted to brand her there.

Phrolova shuddered, letting out a very soft sob.

[Ding, Resonance Synchronization -- Phrolova.]

[Task 2 Progress Update: 10/12.]

Take it!

Kexi immediately let go of her and jumped back.

He looked at Phrolova with a cold gaze, as if he were looking at a complete stranger.

Her lips were still glistening with the moisture from the kiss, and the corners of her eyes were terribly red.

Then Kexi smiled.

That smile was cold, a stark contrast to her previous one.

"But— Phrolova."

Her breathing hadn't calmed down yet, and her gaze followed him, as if waiting for him to say something.

"You joined the Fractsidus. Your hands are stained with blood."

Kexi emphasized each word very heavily.

You no longer deserve my attention.

Phrolova's breathing hadn't calmed down yet; Kexi's words were like a dull knife, repeatedly striking her chest.

Her pupils trembled, her lips parted slightly, and she finally managed to utter only a few barely audible words.

"I... I can leave the Fractsidus."

Kexi sneered, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He took another step back, his gaze towards Phrolova filled with an almost cruel clarity.

"Don't joke around. Once you're a member of the Fractsidus, always you 'Fractsidus."

Phrolova's face paled for a moment.

She opened her mouth as if to explain herself, but Kexi didn't give her the chance.

He continued speaking, his pace quickening.

"Do you think I don't know? You'd do anything to resurrect your loved ones. If sacrificing me could bring them back to life, you wouldn't hesitate, would you?"

Phrolova's fingers clenched tightly.

Her nails dug into her palms, but she felt no pain, as if her most vulnerable spot had been hit.

"I..." Her voice caught in her throat and she couldn't get it out.

"Can't say it, huh?"

Kexi stepped forward, looking down at her from above.

His eyes held no warmth, no longer the affection they had shown moments before, only a chilling understanding that sent a shiver down Phrolova's spine.

"So what if you've searched for me for three hundred years? So what if you were truly moved when you responded to me just now? If you had to choose, you would still choose your family. And I am nothing more than a stepping stone on your path."

Phrolova suddenly looked up.

Her eyes turned completely red.

"If people could really come back to life."

Her voice trembled, but each word was emphasized.

"Then I can definitely bring you back to life!"

Hearing such a deadly answer...

Kexi stared at her for two seconds.

Then he laughed.

That smile was brimming with sarcasm.

"Phrolova."

Kexi spoke slowly and deliberately.

You are truly wicked.

Phrolova looked as if he had been slapped in the face; his entire face turned deathly pale.

He froze, unable to utter a single word.

"No... no..."

Phrolova shook his head, his voice urgent and fragmented.

"That's not what I meant... I won't let you die..."

"I definitely can, I..."

I can't be bothered to talk to you.

Kexi interrupted her, turned around, and faced away from her.

You are not worthy to hear this.

Phrolova stood there, completely drained of energy.

As she watched Kexi's retreating figure, she suddenly realized that her hands were still trembling.

She looked down at the hand, at the spot where Kexi had kissed her. There seemed to be a trace of warmth still lingering there, both hot and cold, like an ice needle piercing a blood vessel.

"Kexi," she called out to him.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty, gray space.

Kexi did not stop.

"You can't get out."

Phrolova's voice began to steady, like the last layer of water taut before a storm.

You can't leave without my permission.

Kexi stopped in her tracks.

He slowly turned around, his face displaying an expression that made Phrolova's breath catch in his throat.

"So what?" he said indifferently.

Phrolova didn't speak, he just stared at him.

She looked at Kexi, at this liar who had just kissed her but now said she wasn't good enough for him, and suddenly a slight smile appeared on her lips.

I want you to stay.

"Stay with me forever."

"I'm going to tie you up and make up for all the concerts you missed."