Operation Red Book

Chapter 216 Please Believe in Your Inner Self

Suddenly, a black feather came with a whistling whirlwind and hit Ivy head-on.

Ivy's heartbeat almost stopped in fright, and her brain, which had been confused for a long time, finally became clear at this moment.

The black color waved up and down, stretching as hard as it could under the huge full moon.

Those were a pair of black wings as big as a century-old camphor tree, and the area when the wings were spread out was comparable to an entire basketball court.

Unlike the holy beauty of Grace's angel wings, the material of the black wings is not like ordinary bird feathers.

Its entire body is gray and black, and everywhere it goes is covered with fur. The outer frame is slightly darker, and you can see obvious, dark bones. There are also several curved hooks on the outside of the flying up and down, flashing sharp cold light in the moonlight.

The shapes are also different. Grace's wings are all pointed upwards, with smooth lines, as smooth as the feathers of a white parrot.

The pair of wings in front of me are facing outward, as thin as cicada wings, with tortuous and stiff lines... Such wings are actually very common.

"It's a bat..."

Ivy muttered to herself, a bone-chilling chill running up her spine.

The owner of the black wings was hugging Ivy, with his long yellow hair scattered on his back. Ivy could only see the messy hair hanging in the air.

"Will you be my bride?"

Leon buried his entire face in Ivy's neck, his hot breath lingered around Ivy's earlobes along with his questions, but what fell into his heart was broken ice from an extremely cold land.

"Do not……"

"Promise him."

Ivy had just uttered half a syllable when another voice shot straight into her heart like a cold arrow, preventing her from uttering the rest of the syllables.

The black crack caught up with Ivy at some point, and the soft full moon was split into two by the crack, revealing the red inner shell.

A blazing flame poked its head out from the inner shell, and a black mist emerged from it, gradually forming a vague human figure.

The figure gradually grew larger, with golden curly hair coming into view first.

It was the blonde girl I met before, and the voice just now came from this figure.

Not only that, the crack ahead was getting deeper and deeper, the red flames were getting more intense, more and more black mist was spewing out of the flames, and there were more and more familiar voices lingering around.

"You should agree to it," said Mrs. Hudson.

"Promise him now!" said Holmes.

"Say yes quickly," Joshua said.

It was like the apples that kept appearing on the tree. Every time a human head appeared, the head would make an urging sound, and the apples on the tree would fall down and smash into the well at the bottom of the tree.

The sound of the apple falling into the water echoed in the valley, causing ripples on the water surface and echoing in Ivy's heart.

"Why not agree to him?" This is what Mr. Zhu said.

"Why don't you agree?" This is what Miss Mingcan said.

"Of course you are willing!" This is what Bo Fu said.

Ivy's eyes became blurry again, her breathing slowed down, and her brain went into standby mode, just like when she was on the top of the castle before.

"You wish." This is what Henry and Haley said.

"Of course you do." This is what Hilda and Luna said.

"Say yes, say yes." This is what Dorian and Count Vincent Waite said.

"I..." Ivy slowly opened her mouth. She decided to follow her inner answer. "Of course..."

"I……"

As her eyes became blurry, a familiar figure in the crack attracted Ivy's attention.

The figure was very special. Her entire body appeared in the flames, with a soft glow around the edges.

She was holding a small white umbrella, with her back to Ivy, and her long black hair falling to her waist.

As she got closer, she turned her profile, revealing an oriental face that Ivy was very familiar with.

"I wish..."

Just as Ivy was about to say the word, everything around her became blurry again.

Cracks, full moon, black wings, Leon, human figures, flames…Except for Ivy’s own figure, everything was obscured by the soft light.

Different from the previous transformed world, this one is a dense forest where you can't see your hand in front of you.

A full moon emitting a pale glow hung in the dark sky, dead leaves were piled up next to the tree roots, and bare branches were baring their fangs in the darkness.

There was an open space in the distance, and a blurry white figure stood in the hazy mist.

The outline of the figure is blurry and no details can be seen.

Looking closely, all you can see is the back of a person wearing a Western women's dress and holding a small umbrella.

The figure slowly turned around, and the face was exactly the same as Ivy's.

She stared at Ivy in the distance, with endless melancholy in her eyes.

Ivy breathed a long sigh of relief, and the stone in her heart was finally put down steadily.

This was Ivy's dream, and she was very familiar with it.

Before traveling to the strange 19th century, Ivy dreamed of this scene five times in a row.

The pitch-dark forest, the pale and cold moonlight, the layers of dead leaves and the branches that were baring their teeth and claws...

And that "self" who is all white, with his endlessly sad eyes, is always the end of the dream.

Once you meet your own eyes, sorrow will wrap around you like a poisonous snake.

That suffocating anxiety will continue until you wake up in a sweat.

Encountering such a dream again, Ivy was as solid as a rock without any fluctuations.

She slowly approached the white "self" like an old friend she hadn't contacted for a long time.

With every step closer, Ivy's eyes became more sore.

When the two were only a few feet apart, Ivy's eyes were already filled with tears.

"Are you OK?"

The white "self" spoke gently, she smiled tenderly, her eyes full of melted spring snow.

"Not at all." Ivy replied with a sob.

The "self" on the other side smiled, as if he had known that Ivy would answer like this.

She raised her left hand and gently placed it on Ivy's twitching shoulder.

"My own" hand was so light, so light that it seemed weightless, but Ivy could truly feel the care and comfort.

She cried even louder, as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances she had suffered in the past few months.

The "self" opposite did not say anything to stop her. She stood there quietly, just patted Ivy's shoulder gently, allowing her to release all the emotions in her heart.

"I have something to say to you."

I don’t know how long it took, but the “myself” on the other side spoke gently.

"I know what you're going to say."

Ivy wiped the remaining water stains on her face, her voice a little hoarse.

In the 5 dreams, the first 4 ended the same way, and only in the last one did "myself" say something to Ivy.

The sentence was written on the first page of the red book, one sentence in English and one sentence in Chinese, clear and obvious.

"It's my fate - this is my destiny... I remember what you said to me at that time."

Ivy pursed her lips, hot tears rolling in her eyes. She frowned, trying hard not to let her emotions get out of control again.

The "self" opposite gently stroked Ivy's cheek and slowly lifted her chin.

Ivy slowly raised her drooping eyes, and tears filled them fell.

Her vision suddenly became clear, and glowing black eyes entered her field of vision.

"Myself" shook his head slowly, which was beyond Ivy's expectations.

“I want to say, please listen to the voice in your heart.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold moonlight immediately drove away the darkness. The "self" opposite him became blurry as the light grew brighter, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Ivy wanted to reach out and grab it, but no matter how she moved forward, her heart was shrouded in a vague feeling, more tenuous than smoke and lighter than a feather.

As if premeditated, the moonlight scattered in all directions, covering the world around Ivy. The world in front of her eyes was blurry, and the deep blue light and shadow slowly enlarged, pouring out all the thick ink.

"Will you be my bride?"

It was the same sentence again, and Ivy was really tired of hearing it.

"I do not want to!"

She said it in a powerful voice.

"Will you be my bride?"

"I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to!"

A nameless anger surged in Ivy's heart, and she shouted at the top of her voice.

"Will you be my bride?"

"I said... I! Don't! Want! To! Do! It!"

Ivy's chest heaved violently, and beads of sweat wet her hairline.

She clenched her fists and shouted word by word at the loudest she could.

She shook her head wildly like a rattle, but her limbs gradually stiffened, and a force gradually sealed her movements.