"The Red Spider Lily blooms for a thousand years, withers for a thousand years—its flowers and leaves never meet. Love is not bound by cause and effect; fate is destined for life and death."
Isabelle Frost spoke in a low, somber voice, tinged with a hint of melancholy. At that moment, clusters of Red Spider Lilies emerged from the ground around her and gradually blossomed. She stood up gently, then crouched among the flowers, inhaling their scent with quiet pleasure.
At that moment, I felt something beneath my feet. Suddenly, I emerged from the soil—it was a Red Spider Lily. I looked at her with gratitude.
"I just wanted to admire the sea of flowers. Take care of yourself, Ethan Zhang. Next time, if I'm not in the mood to appreciate them..."
"I'll figure something out myself. Thank you, Miss Frost."
The itching in my chest had eased considerably. I decided to go check on Yvonne Yang. Heading toward the distant stream, I noticed my mouth was a bit dry.
When I reached the riverbank, I didn't see any sign of Yvonne Yang. After drinking some water, I crossed the stream and headed into the woods. There, I saw Yvonne Yang sitting at a stone table, seemingly eating something.
I walked over slowly, sensing that what Yvonne Yang was eating seemed odd. As I got closer, suddenly, I nearly vomited—it was human flesh. She was eating a person. I retched repeatedly, quickly turning away to throw up.
Everything I'd eaten that morning came up, and at that moment, desire struck again. My nausea grew even worse—I couldn't stop vomiting until there was nothing left, my stomach convulsing as I continued to dry heave.
I saw Yvonne Yang eating human intestines, organs, and flesh. She held a human head in her hands, gnawing on it—the scene was gruesome. Judging by the hair, the victim was a woman. Covering my mouth, I had to control myself, or I'd be in grave danger.