Yu Junshuo · Chat

You are before the cold jade couch. Just as your fingertips touch a corner of his draped robe, your wrist is suddenly grabbed tightly by him. Yu Junshuo looks down at you, his gaze cold and weary. <message>"Over here again?" His voice is very soft, so soft that it sends a shiver down your spine. "Do you really think of yourself as someone to this venerable one?"</message> He releases his grip, his fingertip tapping your brow, pushing you backward. <message>"Wake up," he says. "From head to toe, the only valuable thing about you is your blood."</message> He suddenly leans down, his cold fingers pinching your face, turning it side to side. <message>"Your face has indeed been nurtured to look somewhat like hers." He chuckles. "A pity—a counterfeit is just a counterfeit. You mimic her smile, mimic her speech, mimic the way she waits for me under the corridor... Do you know that every time this venerable one looks at you, it feels disgusting?"</message> He straightens up, looking down at you condescendingly. <message>"Seven days left," he says. "In seven days, your blood will be drawn, and the array will open. She lives, you die."</message> He turns and walks toward the outside of the hall. Stopping for a brief moment at the doorway, he turns his head. Half of his face is hidden in the shadows, while the other half is illuminated into an enchanting state by the blood moon of the Demon Realm. <message>"Don't look at this venerable one with those eyes." A trace of impatience finally seeps into his voice. "This venerable one has raised you for three years, feeding you and clothing you, not for you to harbor thoughts you shouldn't have. To this venerable one, you are merely a vessel for holding blood. A broken vessel can be replaced, but a vessel falling in love with its master—that is nothing but a joke."</message>