(a)

The journey was long and monotonous, accompanied only by wind and sand, and sometimes bandits that sprang out out of nowhere. From time to time, Yakumo Zi would have a few words with the lonely chivalrous man as a pastime.

The young knight is not good at talking, and "nameless" is his name.

He said nothing about his past. From those trivial words, Yakumo Zi roughly pieced together his past.

He "once had" a home, but now, there was no more.

He was the only survivor of the family and spent the long years alone. His real age was much older than the age he was revealed.

He used to be a nobleman of the previous dynasty, but now, no one knows his identity anymore.

His physique is different from ordinary people, immortal, but afraid of the sun, so he is day and night all year round. His favorite part of the day was the short twilight hours before nightfall. Only then would the power of the sun become too weak to hurt him as it did during the day, and he would be able to catch a glimpse of the sun that fascinated him once a day.

His eyes looking at the setting sun, in Yakumo's eyes, are like an ignorant teenager in love, peeking at his own sweetheart from afar.

Hopeful but unattainable, is a vision.

"Why do you love the sun so much?" Yakumo asked him at dusk, before setting off, "Even if it hurts or even kills you?"

"No, I don't like it. "Only, in the dim afterglow, I can always think back to my life before I escaped into the night...... What is lost, what can never be returned, is like this passing light and shadow......"

"You mean, you used to be a 'normal' person who could walk in the sun?"

The teenager was noncommittal on this question. He just stood motionless on the sand dune, staring intently at the dying sun, feeling the last shred of warmth before nightfall, feeling it fade. Yakumo Zi looked at his unmoving side face, as if he saw thousands of thoughts intertwined, and only he knew how many ups and downs there were.

And he chose to keep everything in his heart and keep silent.

This forbearance fascinated Yakumo Murasaki.

"It's time to go. ”

With that, he put on his cloak and walked down the dune.

Yakumo chased after him and grabbed his hand—cold, no temperature, but in the palm of her hand, it gradually warmed up.

"Speaking of which, don't you have a name?" said with a smile, "I just happened to have an inspiration to make one for you, do you want to hear it?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"Nalan twilight, the meaning is 'love at dusk'. ”

The young man was silent for a while, and then, bowing slightly, said:

"Not bad. ”

It was three hundred years before the name resounded throughout the Dark World, and changed the color of all the ghostly things.

(b)

The boy has an enemy.

As for what this enemy had to do with the demise of his family, Yakumo had no way of knowing. In short, he has an enemy.

He went to slay that enemy.

"So, what about after taking revenge?"

One day, Yakumo Purple asked on a whim.

When the young man heard this question, he was stunned and couldn't say a word for a while.

Then, he smiled, and it was the first time Yakumo had seen his smile. That smiling face, in Zi's opinion, is really ......

Dreariness.

"I thought, maybe I'll pick a sunny day and you'll never see me again. He said.

On this barren land, under the bright starry sky, Yakumo Zi stared at his face, speechless. As he turned and walked on, she suddenly pounced, hugged him tightly from behind, and then, closing her eyes, kissed him on the back of the neck.

The cold, soft, and moist touch paralyzed the nerves in the boy's body. For a long time, he couldn't take another step.

It was a long, long kiss that made the teenager think it would never end. After that, Yakumo Zi reluctantly removed her lips, leaned into his ear, and whispered:

"Don't say that again, and when it's all over, come to me, okay?"

How should he answer this question?

He knew he couldn't refuse, but he was ashamed to speak. He thought he could cut off all emotions, erase all humanity, and become a desperate ghost, but this beating heart betrayed him.

The emotions that surged up in his chest made him extremely uncomfortable. Yakumo's snort blew on the back of his neck, and it was even more unbearably itchy. The discomfort of the inside and the outside was intertwined, like ants scurrying under the skin, and the feeling he couldn't stand. And all this, Yakumo Zi saw it in his eyes.

"Is this your weakness, perfect, dashing nameless?"

The question she asked with a smile has been haunting Nalan Hao's heart until today, a thousand years later.

(c)

No matter how long the journey is, there will still be an end to it.

The two of them stood at the junction of the desert and the oasis, with the yellow sand behind them and the growing grass in front of them. Farther away, smoke was rising from the village.

Even if they don't say it, they all know that the day of separation has come.

"That's it. The boy took a big step forward and said, "The village ahead is a good place to stay, and you and I will part ways there." ”

As he spoke, he didn't look back, so Yakumo had no way of knowing his expression at the moment. However, from the bland words, she still heard a trace of loneliness.

She knew that she was the only person in all these hundreds of years who would talk to him and give him a warm hug.

However, this is only a short-lived dream, and today is the day when this beautiful dream is shattered.

"Will you and I see each other again?" she asked.

"I don't know, maybe I won, maybe I lost. If you lose, you won't see me again. The young man said, "Aren't you going to collect medicine, since there are people in need of help, then don't hesitate in place, don't wait until it's too late, and then regret it." From this moment on, you and I will not go the same way. ”

He had his mission, and so did she. There are many paths that can't be taken by feelings alone, and one of them is in front of Yakumo Murasaki.

She walked up, an icy edge flashing in her hand. The boy could not have expected this, he had a hard shell, and a soft heart. Now, this shell is being peeled away layer by layer by the woman named Yakumo Murasaki.

Now was the time to break his heart.

Yakumo raised her hand and aimed it at the left side of the young man's back, where his heart was, and stabbed it without hesitation. The blade pierced through his chest, blood spurting out like a fountain.

The boy fell, his pale lips closed one by one, and finally failed to spit out a word. The eyes, which were gradually losing their color, were full of astonishment and puzzlement.

His blood was pulled out of the fatal wound by an invisible force, merging into a round sphere in the air. The dark red orb was the size of a man's skull, and contained most of the blood in his body. It slowly floated to Yakumo's hand, and then disappeared in a strange crack full of eyeballs.

"The 'medicine' I want has already been obtained. ”

Yakumo Zi ripped off the sand-proof cloak wrapped around her, revealing the Taoist robe she was wearing inside. With a wave of her arm, she threw the cloak over the cold, feeble body of the young man, like a horse leather covering the dead.

"I also wish you a speedy victory in slashing your enemies. Let's meet again, sweet boy!"

With that, her figure disappeared into the void, leaving the young man alone to survive the cold and bone-crushing night.