Why should he have to listen to a female college student, who was so much younger than him, flaunt her romance right in front of him?
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Back home, he "tidied up" the energetic Owl, just as he was about to head to the Bar, he heard the notification sound of an incoming text message from his phone.
It was a text message from Vermouth.
He glanced indifferently at the contents of the text message.
Then he raised an eyebrow with interest.
Relaxing before starting a New Mission is not a bad idea.
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Author's Note: The Youth group has caused a wave of heartbreak for the readers, Yaji's sewing skills are being used by him to flirt with girls..
Gin expressed: …………
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The home Wi-Fi is down.. *cries*
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Chapter 34: Thirty-two, the Blonde-haired woman in pajamas approaches her..
Vermouth is a great beauty.
Oscar's beauty is the kind that can stun people even on the big screen; her fair and delicate skin, exquisite and charming features, exquisite and graceful figure, her mesmerizing aura.
A woman's maturity and charm were fully embodied in her; besides the struggle of drowning in a deep sea of despair, Fate had also granted her a beauty that even time itself seemed unable to erode.
On ordinary days, the superstar is a fragrant and dazzling rose, possessing a brilliant temperament that is never overbearing; however, Vermouth, immersed in darkness, possesses an added layer of mystery and restrained danger, like a red spider lily blooming in a muddy abyss, silently exuding an allure that draws one toward corruption.
The latter is undoubtedly dangerous, but the depth and unique aura brought by her tempering in darkness make her even more captivating.
This woman possesses a bright appearance with blonde hair and blue eyes, but anyone with a brain in the Black Organization would not overlook her true nature.
Her blue eyes gazed at him dreamily, sweat sliding down her golden hair; Gin felt as if he saw the deep sea within them, where she surged, struggled, succumbed.
Just like her Fate.
The Silver-haired youth did not quite understand what this woman was thinking at this moment—whether she was merely seeking momentary pleasure, like a believer savoring the last moments of peace in Jerusalem, or if she was immersed in lust and desire, while actually playing one role after another with a cynical and sober clarity.
Or perhaps—
It was merely a slight, subtle sense of empathy that caused a mysterious seed to sprout in his mind.
Gin looked at the woman's gorgeous azure eyes, at this moment, a sudden flash of inspiration flashed through her mind.
Perhaps, between them, there truly are similarities.
Even if it wasn't much, there were still some.
..
The silver-haired youth casually threw on a coat and walked barefoot across the large, Bohemian-style geometric carpet. The wool carpet was vibrantly colored without being gaudy; its soft, light brown base paired with small accents of contrasting colors, remaining calm and steady while not lacking vitality.
The all-natural wool was soft and thick, the sensation of stepping on it was incredibly comfortable; the superstar's requirements and vision for her living environment were worthy of her taste.
Similarly, whether it was the big star Sharon Wynyard or Vermouth, the "Boss's favorite woman" in the Black Organization, neither lacked money.
Nor are they the type of people who would ever let themselves suffer for the sake of money.
Gin stepped onto the carpet and walked into the living room. The curtains in the living room were not drawn, the night sky shone through the glass, reflecting a cold moonlight in the Silver-haired youth's deep green eyes.
The moon is very round tonight.
It was also very bright.
The clear moonlight added a layer of faint shimmer to the villa, which was filled with darkness, making it appear illusory and beautiful under the night sky.
Gin stood silently for a while before unhurriedly pulling a pack of cigarettes from her trench coat pocket. His long fingers of his left hand pinched a single cigarette from the pack; he pulled out a lighter, a spark emerged from the small silver device, lighting the tobacco.
A small red glow danced on the tip of the cigarette, flickering on and off.
Nicotine was inhaled into the lungs and then gently exhaled, the grayish-white smoke rippling into an irregular circle in the air, as the unique scent of JILOISES gradually diffused through the air.
A faint haze settled over Gin's usually cold gaze.
Footsteps sounded behind him, neither heavy nor light—she did not make any effort to signal her presence, nor did she attempt to hide it.
The Blonde-haired woman in pajamas approached her side.
The moonlight shone upon them; they were both exceptionally handsome men and beautiful women, making for a stunning sight.
But as for how it actually was—it remained unknown.
Vermouth was the first to speak.
What are you thinking about?
The Blonde-haired woman's once-sultry voice seemed infected by the current atmosphere, sounding exceptionally soft.
Gin did not look at her; his gaze remained fixed outside the window.
Vermouth was undeterred; she took a few steps forward and opened the window.
The cool evening air drifted into the villa with the breeze. Gin's gaze shifted slightly, looking toward Vermouth, who was leaning against the window.
The Blonde-haired woman seemed to have no desire to speak, Gin had no desire to speak either, leaving the living room in a moment of subtle silence.
Yet it was not awkward.
Perhaps because the temperature had dropped slightly in the evening, Gin heard his let out a low cough after Vermouth stood by the window for a while.
"Let's go back." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a sense of reassurance in the night air.
".." The blonde-haired woman smiled softly, her hand brushing through her hair. She did not answer the question, instead turning to look at the handsome silver-haired youth.
Who were you just thinking about?
She asked the question, but her tone was as if she were making a statement.
Because both of them knew the answer well enough.
Just like what had happened before, a bit of solace, a bit of tenderness—as for how much of it was related to genuine affection, they both knew the truth.
They are all adults.
They are all.. adults living in the darkness.
A dead man.
Gin's voice was calm and unruffled.
He rarely thought about that dead man on purpose, but perhaps it was because they had been deeply involved in the past.
She rarely appeared in his daily life, yet she would always suddenly drift through his mind at certain moments, her figure faint yet still vivid, catching him completely off guard.
After all these years, her information would hardly ever appear in the Silver-haired youth's life unless one went looking for it, yet there would still be moments when she was suddenly mentioned again.
Just like this moment.
Perhaps it was because the moonlight tonight was too beautiful, or perhaps it was because the tiny bit of tenderness existing under a layer of false consolation gave him a strange feeling of being both relieved and unable to find relief.
He suddenly wanted to say something.
"To be honest," Vermouth's fair, slender fingers tapped his flawless face, his charming voice carrying a hint of strange melancholy under the moonlight.
Sometimes I think I want to see you fall in love with someone else, sometimes I don't want you to fall in love with anyone ever again.
"I won't fall in love with anyone." Gin's eyes were indifferent.
Vermouth looked at him with a complex and strange gaze, carrying a hint of faint haziness and an almost imperceptible sense of regret. "What about that dead person?"
“She is no longer here.” The man spoke at an extremely rapid pace, pausing briefly before Gin regained his original tone. “Besides, it wasn't just love.”
It was never just about love.
He was his friend, his partner, his lover, his family.
Their feelings were so mixed and complicated that, in the end, it was impossible to tell what they even were anymore.
He missed her a little.
"Is that so?" The woman's voice sounded as if she were certain, yet as if she were questioning.
She.. has always been by my side—both in life and in death.
“..” The woman looked at him with a quiet, gentle gaze; she said nothing, but her blue eyes seemed to hold a multitude of emotions.
I vaguely remember her saying: I gave her courage, so that she wouldn't be alone in the darkness. There was someone who made her realize that by that person's side, she didn't have to be on guard all the time," Gin said, her expression somewhat strange, yet possessing a warmth as if he were melting. "I actually can't quite understand her feelings—she and I are fundamentally different.
Under the moonlight, the youth's words seemed even more tranquil, he continued, "It's just, regarding what she said—the first part, I felt nothing, but the second part—"
For me, it is more or less the same.
..
Her blonde hair was lightly stirred by the evening breeze before settling upon her shoulders.
The scent of the cigarette is very pleasant," Vermouth said softly, then turned his head to look out the window. "Do you like this brand very much?
“……” Gin did not respond.
The Blonde-haired woman didn't care at all.
She walked to the center of the living room, picked up a pack of pure white packaged ladies' cigarettes from the coffee table, used her colorless nails to tear open the packaging.
Vermouth pulled one out, the slender lady's cigarette resting on his fingertips. The woman walked back to the window and brought the cigarette to her lips.
She exhaled a ring of smoke, her expression taking on a touch of inexplicable quality under the moonlight.
The last mission was perfect; you truly lived up to your reputation.
Didn't you know all along?