He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

When Chi Lang learned that this semester's final assessment was the home of the Prophecy Department, he was shocked. Then he was also assigned a task and had to join the final assessment of the Prophecy Department.

He has always thought that this is a metaphysics, and now he will use this metaphysics to test others.

Winter has come, and when Chi Lang was walking on the road, he reached out and caught a snowflake.

The snowflakes quickly turned into water in his hands and dissipated in the cold wind. Chi Lang tugged at Sheffield's sleeve: "Look, it's snowing."

Sheffield looked up at the sky, the tiny snowflakes barely visible in the wind. Chi Lang took advantage of this time and quickly kissed Sheffield's face.

Sheffield looked at him, they smiled at each other again, and walked on.

The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, rustling on their hair, Chi Lang raised his head and felt the cold touch of the snowflakes on his face.

Sheffield opened the umbrella, and the black umbrella blocked the falling snow.

Chi Lang looked at Sheffield and the snowflakes on his head: "...you seem to have dandruff all over your head."

Sheffield squinted and used a cleansing technique to remove the snow from his hair.

Chi Lang laughed twice: "Don't react so much, even if you have so much dandruff... I won't dislike it... No, I will still dislike it."

They left the dormitory very early, which was the result of Chi Lang's forcible insistence on getting up early and not falling. When school started, he woke up late every morning, and later he ordered Sheffield to wake him up the next morning.

"A little sleepy." Chi Lang said.

Sheffield smiled helplessly: "You have to do it so late at night and get up early in the morning, it is always difficult to balance."

"…so?"

"Choose one of two, do you want to be later in the evening or earlier in the morning?" Sheffield raised his eyebrows.

Chi Lang shook his head: "No no no, all of them," he put his finger on Sheffield's lips, "Don't laugh like this... It's not because of you that it's so late, you seem... like a vixen!"

Sheffield: "Vixen?"

"It's a creature that has only discordant things in its head all day long."

Sheffield made an "oh", turned sideways, and kissed Chi Lang's mouth naturally. There was a chill in his face, but the kiss was hot.

And Chi Lang's mind crackled with a burst of fireworks. He was already a little sleepy, not very awake, and now he is even more awake.

He heard Sheffield smile and say: "According to your explanation, you use 'fox spirit' to describe me... Actually, I think it is quite appropriate."

The umbrella was greatly skewed, and a few snowflakes hit Chi Lang on the face.

Sheffield's hand brushed his face, wiped the snowflakes clean, and asked with a smile, "Why are you not responding? Are you not cold when you are so dumb?"

Chi Lang shook his head as if suddenly realized, "It's not cold... I'm still a little hot."

Sheffield wanted to say something, but there were two coughs beside them. Sheffield stood in front of Chi Lang almost immediately and looked towards the place where the voice came from.

—It's Les.

Ruth's expression was very strange, staring at them for a long time: "...Young people, you got up so early, just to kiss here?"

Chi Lang: "No..." This is only an occasional situation. Most of the time, he and Sheffield are not too close in front of people.

Luth's entire face seemed to be wrinkled, and the snowflakes on his head didn't create the texture of dandruff, because Luth had no hair at all. He said, "I don't understand you young people very well. You have to kiss in the dormitory and come out. Kiss here, it's cold and icy, and it's windy and rainy... I don't understand very well."

Ruth walked the other way with a tangled face.

Lus knew about the two of them a month ago. After learning about their relationship, he didn't show any surprise, except that he criticized Chi Lang for spending less and less time in the laboratory.

He just said impatiently: "...Hey, you have to tell me about this kind of love? I thought it was the same as falling in love with an elves or dwarves. Although I am not optimistic about interracial love, I can still give Your suggestion."

Chi Lang was surprised: "It sounds like you are very experienced? In interracial love, are you in love with an elves or..."

Luth pulled out his book, which read "Magic Studies xxx" on the cover: "This is my love, and it's interracial. All in all, I need to read it every day, always trusting The above content, add some notes from time to time, don't let the love diminish."

Ruth's expression was sad, although his mouth was talking about his love for the book, but his eyes were not bright.

Chi Lang handed over a few pieces of paper: "...Did you really ever fall in love with an elves? Would you like to wipe them?"

Luth: "Love as best you can...in limited years."

in limited years.

Chi Lang repeated it in his heart. He looked at Les and had no way of knowing Les' past, but he suddenly felt a kind of sadness that he felt.

When Chi Lang and Sheffield arrived in the classroom, there were not many people in the classroom. They found their usual seat, which was by the window.

Chi Lang lay down on the table and yawned: "Call me again after class. Today is a little sleepier than usual." Sheffield leaned on him.

Chi Lang's thoughts have changed dramatically since he heard Les's words. This is a place where even interracial love is allowed, so the love between them is nothing.

Chi Lang looked out the window, snowflakes fell on the window one after another, but as soon as the sun came out, the fine snowflakes melted.

He felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"You want to participate in the assessment of the Prophecy Department?" Sheffield asked him.

"Yes, I don't even know how to evaluate others, I think I will definitely not be able to get the best.

"It's okay, I'll teach you some knowledge of prophecy magic."

Then the way they practice prophecy magic is dumplings.

Chi Lang has an inexplicable nostalgia for modern food, especially now that the end of the term is approaching, and after the end of the term assessment is the New Year here.

Thinking of the New Year, Chi Lang got the dumpling wrappers out of the Magic Research Institute.

He and Sheffield made some crumpled dumplings, and although they were ugly, Chi Lang happily cooked them.

He cooked dumplings stuffed with chives in one pot, and dumplings stuffed with cabbage in the other.

Then he put the leek on the right plate and the cabbage on the left plate, and asked, "Come on, do you know which plate is stuffed with cabbage?"

Sheffield just smiled and pointed to the left.

Chi Lang: "Didn't you guess it? Is it really prophetic magic?"

"Yes, a type of detection magic in the Prophecy Department."

Chi Lang lowered his head: "I still can't think of how I would assess students from other departments. Otherwise, I'll let you all pass, and sacrifice my scores to fulfill all of your scores."

"It sounds like I'm almost moved," Chi Lang moved the leek-filled dumplings in front of him and said with a smile, "I eat this plate, you eat that plate."

Sheffield has never eaten this kind of food, plus he has not learned how to use chopsticks, he can only eat slowly with a spoon.

It's just that Chi Lang has been watching him eat dumplings, his eyes are straight.

Sheffield: "Do you want something with cabbage, too?"

Chi Lang shook his head quickly and held his plate: "No no no, you eat... I just want to watch you eat."

Sheffield still ate slowly despite Chi Lang's gaze, but when he took a bite, he noticed a strong bitter taste and frowned.

Chi Lang laughed: "Did you eat that bitter dumpling? I deliberately added a little bit of ingredients to it, so it was bitter."

"You can't blame me," Chi Lang began to eat his own dumplings, "Look, we each have half dumplings, and there is a one-half chance that you will run into each other. It can only be said that it is fate."

"Didn't prophetic magic tell you?"

Sheffield: "It can't predict these. The scope of the most profound prophetic magic is very narrow. It can only estimate the result of one thing, and the episodes in it cannot be predicted."

Chi Lang said vaguely: "You will be very lucky. Dumplings are a celebration of the New Year. You have eaten all the bitterness of next year. Next year, you will be very lucky."

Of course, Sheffield saw that this was what Chi Lang did on purpose. His heart had softened for this man countless times, and he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and the fire in the fireplace inside was flickering.

Chi Lang finished his dumplings, hiccupped contentedly, and said, "wait for me to brush my teeth before we can kiss... brushing my teeth doesn't seem to work..."

Chi Lang said regretfully, "Don't kiss tonight. My mouth is full of leeks now, and I'm afraid you will leave a psychological shadow." But after he finished speaking, he also felt that his statement was a bit disgusting, and he didn't know why. I made myself laugh, smirked for a while, and then got up to wash the dishes.

"I always feel unclean when you use the cleansing technique. I'd better wash it..." Chi Lang said as he walked out.

Sheffield looked at his figure and listened to the sound of the wind and snow.

I've been very lucky. he thinks.

Chi Lang later pulled him to stand by the window and watched the snow slowly fall outside the window.

"How long does it take for the snow to melt?"

Sheffield: "All melted? About three months later."

Chi Lang's expression was a little wistful, Sheffield thought he was afraid of the cold, and smiled to comfort him: "I can use fire magic all the time, and you won't feel cold in these three months."

"No, I just think the time is so short," Chi Lang looked at Sheffield, "How long is the devil's life? What if I can't live that long? So do you want to use necromantic magic? What is the body of the undead like, does it still feel cold..."

Sheffield instantly understood what Chi Lang meant. He stretched out his hand and hugged Chi Lang very hard, as if he wanted to convey some unspeakable thoughts through this hug.

"I will use magic to grow old with you, and then die with you," Sheffield said. "The undead are also creatures abandoned by time... I used it on Dinah because she had unfulfilled wishes. and obsession."

"The undead will also dissipate one day. I can't bear to let you suffer the pain of the second..."

"However, I will help you achieve all your wishes. There is no way I can change the end, but until that day comes, I hope you have no regrets in your life."

Chi Lang: "...What about you?"

"I have no regrets in my life."

Sheffield looked into Chi Lang's eyes and said, "don't be afraid of the future. I'm by your side."

He leaned down and kissed his rose on this stormy night, hoping that at least the warmth of this kiss would last throughout his life.