From not having a dime to gaining 10 million yuan, Lin Yuan was nervous. When he didn't have anything to do, he'd open his bank account and count the number of zeros behind the one.
This was only a small matter. The bigger matter was that now Lin Yuan felt very guilty. Because of the drop in 10% of the blackening value, Lin Yuan didn't dare to speak up at that time, and two days later the 10 million came.
According to Huo Chen, from now on they will be husbands for the next 417 years and their marriage will always be valid.
But, the maximum life expectancy of a human was about 120 years old. Even if Huo Chen managed to live until 120 years, it would be in less than 100 years time, with more than 300 years left.
Lin Yuan felt that he shouldn't take advantage of Huo Chen. This was not right, very very not right.
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Today, after finishing lunch with Huo Chen in the office, Lin Yuan grabbed the corner of his clothes and said hesitantly: "Huo Chen, I've thought about it for a long time. Assuming you can live until 120 years old, you are 30 years old this year, and there are still 90 years left. My pocket money is 2000 yuan a month, and over 90 years that's only 2.16 million. You gave me 10 million, so I should pay you back 7.84 million. I can't take advantage of you. Our marriage can only last for 90 years max, and 2.16 million is enough."
He said his words seriously and felt a little ashamed. At the end of his speech, he lowered his head at a loss, like a child who made a mistake and was awaiting criticism or punishment.
Huo Chen's eyelids drooped slightly and looked at the hand holding the corner of his clothes. It was milky white, with light blue veins under the surface of the thin skin, as if the snow-white bones could be seen below.
He thought to himself, really just like snow: white, fragile, and seemed it would break with a slight fold.
Huo Chen looked for a long time before slowly withdrawing his eyes. His inky eyes stared straight at Lin Yuan. That look was not humane, but more like a monster driven by desire, leaving only the primitive instinct to control.
"Lin Yuan, what I give you, I won't take back."
Lin Yuan still felt that this was not good. He remembered Huo Chen's words half a month ago and suggested: "Otherwise, how about I return all of the money to you. You don't have to give me pocket money anymore."
Not having private money was also good. At least he didn't have to be like now, counting zeros many times each day.
Huo Chen was indescribably irritable hearing those words. Lin Yuan didn't want his money, and he even wanted to return it. Why? Weren't they husbands? Under the law, husbands share their property after marriage. Why did Lin Yuan have to split the 10 million between them so clearly?
Obviously.... Obviously saying 417 years meant 417 years.
From this moment, from this very second, all the way until he became a pile of dead bones dotted with molted traces of the passing years or a handful of hundreds of years old dirty ashes. He clearly said they would be married until then.
Why? Why did Lin Yuan only say 90 years? It wasn't 90 years, no!!
Huo Chen's breathing sped up rapidly, and the dark wildfire at the bottom of his heart burned the plains of reason inch by inch, slowly swallowing up those restraints and shackles.
Reason was disappearing-- --
The beast emerged from hiding.
His voice was cold and piercing, like ice that couldn't be thawed.
"I don't want it. Don't return it to me."
Huo Chen's beautiful and pallid face was hidden in the shadows. The darker the pupils became, the redder the lips looked, like a begonia flower withering on the ground, a kind of beautiful and decaying beauty.
He repeated his words: "I don't want it."
Lin Yuan hadn't realized Huo Chen's abnormality: "But...."
Huo Chen didn't want to hear him say anything about returning money, and his cold voice interrupted: "I already said I don't want it."
He said: "I already said no..."
Huo Chen stared at Lin Yuan, and saw his thin red lips slightly open as if about to say something. He was suddenly fed up with Lin Yuan's rejection and grabbed the other's chin without warning like a beast in heat.
The touch between his fingers was soft and warm, as if he had caught a cloud, and Huo Chen realized Lin Yuan was more gentle and harmless than a small and powerless animal. The moment he touched him, he unconsciously relaxed his strength as if he was afraid he would hurt the other party.
Lin Yuan looked at Huo Chen in confusion, his round eyes containing a bit of ignorance: "....Huo Chen? Why are you pinching me?"
Huo Chen also didn't know what he was doing. It was like he was sick, but also like he wasn't. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't want to let go of Lin Yuan. He even wanted to use more force to enter inside this soft and clean young man.
It wasn't his fault, Huo Chen thought to himself, it was all Lin Yuan's fault. He was like a candy baked in fire, with heated enthusiasm, wrapping himself with him.
It was Lin Yuan who said they should always be together after getting married. He said that he wanted himself to be happy. He was the one who gave him the most beautiful rose in the garden. It was Lin Yuan who said he wanted to accompany him...
But Lin Yuan also said, their marriage would only last 90 years....
Lin Yuan finally realized that something was wrong, but he only thought that Huo Chen's illness was flaring and immediately called 521 anxiously: "521! 521! What to do? Huo Chen's illness seems to be flaring up, what should I do?
521 heard this and was also anxious: "What to do? Senior, you ask me what to do, but I'm a system with good health and I have never been mentally ill, I really don't know what to do!!"
Lin Yuan: "..."
Pretend he never asked. How could he ask a fur ball that never had a mental illness how to deal with a mentally ill patient? Wasn't this a making it hard for a furball?
In the plot, the description of Huo Chen's illness was terrifying and bloody. Lin Yan witnessed it that time in the Huo house, in Huo Chen's room, where he was like a manic and violent crazy beast. After going crazy, he quietly stayed in the corner of the ruined room until he completely calmed down and recovered.
In the later part of the plot, Huo Chen became reserved. When he was sick, he was no longer violent and blood-thirsty, instead, he lay in bed, like a living corpse, enduring the pain of his nearly fragmented body over and over again.
Everyday he seemed to be broken from the inside out, until the moment before his death.
At that time, Huo Chen stood up, and he was so skinny that there was only a beautiful layer of skin hanging on thin skeleton. His entire body was a strange beauty, like a gorgeous ghost, a demon.
Lin Yuan quickly compared to the plot, but he couldn't find the similarity. In the end he could only try to cover Huo Chen's hand and whisper softly: "Huo Chen, can I hug you?"
Huo Chen's eyes were still deep, containing an abyss, darker than the deepest night. He didn't say anything and just looked at Lin Yuan, but the strength in his hand loosened a little.
Lin Yuan seemed to notice something and immediately reached out and hugged Huo Chen, slowly wrapping his arms around the man's neck.
As always, the young man's body emitted constant warmth and struck Huo Chen into a trance, as if a ray of sunlight fell into his arms and his hands hanging by his sides couldn't help but hesitate.
Did he want to reach out his hands to hold onto his ray of light?