C8 Shocking

That night, she drank a little too much. Ophelia was the one who fell unconscious. As for Claire, she was fine.

However, she was exhausted after drinking, so she unconsciously fell asleep on the tatami.

She had a strange dream. In the dream, she heard someone singing something. It was an ancient singing voice with a rotten smell.

She searched for a way out in the rotten smell. Just as she was about to give up, she suddenly heard a special zither music.

The clear and melodious sound of a guitar accompanied by a low male voice lingered in her ears.

Slowly, she understood the lyrics. "One person is sleepless/ The whole world is sleepless/ The innocent street lamps/ Waiting for tomorrow …"

She woke up from her dream. She got up and knelt by the window to look outside. The bonfire party had ended at some point, and the people were still not willing to leave. They gathered in front of the inn to continue the celebration.

Under the spotlight, Jeremiah was surrounded by the crowd. He sat on the table with his long legs slightly bent, and he was holding the guitar and singing " The whole world is sleepless."

He played it slowly, and when the last note landed, he woke up from his dream.

"Okay!" Everyone applauded and cheered. When Claire leaned against the window and saw him jump off the table, she whispered, "Alright, the singing is over. Go to sleep."

No matter how much Claire hated him, she had to admit that he was a charming man at this moment.

The crowd gathered around him.

The lights went out, and the tourists went to sleep. The bustling inn slowly washed away the noise and excitement of the day and returned to peace.

Claire sat there and looked at the remaining flames on the bonfire in the distance.

She suddenly remembered that many years ago, she was still trapped in a world of nothing. That world was very quiet, crowded, and dark. There was no light, and there was no sun. She could not feel the cold, nor did she feel hunger. She only felt fear. The fear that penetrated her bones seemed to be devouring her soul, and she was powerless to stop it. She did not know how to stop it.

Then one day, she heard a soft voice whispering something in her ear. She tried her best to listen and heard her call out, "Clarie."

She opened her eyes and saw a faint light. The light broke through the thick darkness and directly shone into the depths of her soul.

It was like... it was like the song tonight.

...

The next day, Ophelia was woken up by the sound of a knock on the door.

She opened her eyes and saw Claire sitting on the tattoo bed, painting on a small table with a pile of paint.

She did not know what she was painting. In the black background, there were clusters of shadows.

Claire was in high spirits as she carefully drew in the shadows... a ball of light?

Ophelia laid there for a long time, feeling as if there was something in the darkness. She wanted to ask, but the door rang again.

Claire was focused on the knocking sound and did not notice it. Ophelia could only rub her hair and get up to open the door.

Her slovenly appearance made Jeremiah frown when he saw her. When he saw her, he remembered what happened last night. He chuckled and said in a very wretched manner, "I slept until my idol came home last night. Did you sleep until... hmm?"

There was no one who could sell their nephew better than her.

Jeremiah raised his hand and gave her a fried head chest. "What are you going to do now?" he asked. "Are you not going to go?"

Ophelia screamed in pain. "That's right! We're going out for training today!" She ran into her room while covering her head. "Help me thank the bunnies, and ask if she wants to climb the mountain with us!"

Jeremiah was about to leave, but he had no choice but to stop and knock on the door.

The door was half-open, but he stood a bit further out of courtesy to see what was going on inside.

Claire did not say anything. She hesitated for a moment before taking two steps forward.

In the room, Claire looked much more neat than Ophelia. Although she was wearing pajamas, she was wearing a black coat. When he saw her, she put down her pen and turned around to look at him quietly.

It was early autumn, and the morning mist was thin. She sat quietly like a beautiful painting.

As long as she added some color, she could instantly stun the world.

Jeremiah was speechless for a moment. She was the first to speak. "Jeremiah." She called his name. Her voice was crisp and cold, and she sounded innocent. "Don't you hate me if you like me?"