I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 688, Sections 2.5-28: The House of Silk and the Dollhouse (Dream)

"Are you...are you alright?" The girl looked at the haggard but still undeniably handsome man in front of her with concern, a hint of infatuation appearing in her eyes.

He's so handsome.

His thick, curled, silver-purple eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his iris-purple eyes, which seemed to shimmer with starlight. The next second, he lowered his eyes, no longer looking at the girl before him, completely ignoring her feelings. To him, this kind of thing was too commonplace, so commonplace that it disgusted him utterly.

The man leaned against the wall, his slightly long, silvery-purple hair cascading casually over his shoulders. His clothes were tattered and even stained with indelible blood, all indicating that he was a major problem. Yet, even in this disheveled state, his stunningly beautiful face still exuded breathtaking charm, tempting and alluring.

His so-called weakness was merely an excuse to make him even more likable.

"It's none of your business. You should leave," the man said in a low voice, his tone full of rejection and disgust.

Unexpectedly, after he spoke, the girl became even more infatuated with and fond of him.

After he finished speaking, he saw the girl's sudden, fervent expression and couldn't help but grit his teeth. It was the same again, every single time. He never believed these people genuinely liked him; it was all just a facade. True feelings would never be given away so easily.

They only liked his face and his naturally captivating voice, not the real him.

He just wanted to be treated equally, not to fall in love with someone because of their face or their voice; he didn't need that kind of affection at all.

"I can help you! I'll give you anything you want! Don't send me away!!!" The girl suddenly grabbed his hand and said anxiously.

"Give me everything?" He chuckled sarcastically, looked up at her, and asked.

"Yes!!! I'll give you anything!" The girl nodded frantically, as if afraid the man would change his mind.

"Then let me see how intense your feelings are..." he murmured, then suddenly grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her into his arms, his thin lips pressing against her delicate neck.

Three hours later.

The man slowly stood up. His clothes were still tattered, but the injuries on his body had completely disappeared.

He left the exhausted girl aside and turned to leave.

"What...what's your name...will I ever see you again..." The girl opened her eyes and looked at the man, her voice filled with a hint of hope.

"Adele, let's not meet again. After all... meeting me wasn't a good thing." With that, he walked away against the light.

The girl watched his departing figure, her eyes filled with infatuation and fervor, murmuring repeatedly, "Mr. Adele... Mr. Adele... love..."

However, the entire scene was witnessed by a third person upstairs.

"Young Master, she..."

"She's just a fiancée they forced on me. Let her do whatever she wants. It's better if she has someone she likes, so I don't end up like my father." The young man rested his chin on his hand, gazing at his disheveled fiancée downstairs, a chilling glint in his eyes as he spoke coldly.

The head maid seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the boy.

The boy gazed at the maid, a slight smile on his face, but his tone carried a hint of danger, "Ms. Taylor, I've grown up now."

"Yes, young master." The head maid paused slightly, then lowered her head and replied loyally.

"Go out," the boy said, waving his hand.

The head maid bowed to the young master and then respectfully walked out.

After the head maid closed the door, the boy stood up, walked to the side, and picked up a half-finished black dress. He looked down at it and said softly, "I wanted to give it to you, but I don't know when we'll see each other again, or if I'll have time to finish it."

Then he looked in a certain direction and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen you all."

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness, his fiery red hair always striking and unforgettable. He wore a light blue, high-necked, diagonally-fastened long robe embroidered with white peonies outlined in gold and golden birds about to alight on the petals. A bird ornament, identical to the one embroidered on the robe, dangled from the lapel, swaying gently with his movements as if taking flight.

Her beautiful golden-orange eyes were as magnificent as the sunset, and a touch of vermilion at the corner of her eyes made her narrow phoenix eyes even more captivating. A single glance from her could draw one's soul in.

"It's just a few minutes for us." Ling Tong chuckled lightly. Her stunning beauty, which seemed to be showing off, could almost instantly steal the hearts of others. She was flamboyant and domineering, like a peony among flowers, outshining all others, and like a flame, she was domineering and flamboyant, burning everything she touched to ashes.

Perhaps Ling Tong's personality is completely unrelated to being flamboyant and outgoing, but his face is telling everyone very directly, 'Is he good-looking? Take a few more glances, anyway, no matter how you look at him, he's not as good-looking as me. I'm the most beautiful person in the world.'

"To put it another way, your face makes me not want to be in the same frame as you," Joan said, raising an eyebrow with disdain.

Ling Tong: "..."

Ling Tong was silent for a few seconds, then said, "They're not here. It's just me now."

“Oh, that’s really my misfortune,” Joan said, her lips twitching slightly.

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly silent and tense. After all, Ling Tong was definitely not a talkative person, nor was he an outgoing and cheerful individual. Asking him to liven up the atmosphere was as wishful thinking as Shui Qi drinking coffee.

Oh, I've accidentally used water as a metaphor again.

Anyway, just as the atmosphere between the two was about to reach freezing point, Joan spoke up.

He said, "You seem to know me very well, even though we haven't met many times. I can sense that you understand me very well."

Ling Tong glanced at Qiong and asked, "Have you finished making the doll?" His blatant change of topic showed that he didn't want to answer Qiong's question.

Qiong: "..."

The two fell into a suffocating silence once again.

Finally, Ling Tong noticed the dress in his hand and started the conversation, saying, "You're likely to prick yourself if you hold the needle and thread like that."

"You can?" Joan raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Mm," Ling Tong responded, without saying anything more.

“Teach me. My father designed and sewed all the clothes for his dolls himself. I think I have to learn how to do it too.” Qiong made room for Ling Tong and said slowly.

Ling Tong walked over to Qiong's side, and while picking up a needle and thread, casually asked, "Have you found the thread you wanted?"

Qiong was slightly taken aback, not expecting Ling Tong to still remember this matter, but he did not hide anything and said, "I tried raising a few, and they were quite good, but I feel there should be something more suitable, but I haven't found it yet."

Ling Tong turned to look at Qiong, his eyes deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to know what he was thinking. After a few seconds, he lowered his head and said cryptically, "We will find it."

This chapter corresponds to Chapter 1.2.20 of The Secret Mansion, which discusses the relationship between the fiancée and Adele, and the dress Joan gave to Mu Yegui.

Ling Tong: Although I am introverted and have social anxiety, it doesn't stop me from getting information out of people.

It's been a long time since I wrote a description of Ling Tong's appearance; I miss it a bit and I'm a little rusty. As usual, a new outfit.

What a pair of married women! (Tactical lean back)
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