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The young man's facial features in front of her were strikingly similar to Choi Jae-sun. Qiluo Ling couldn't help but be astonished, unable to believe her eyes, thinking that perhaps her long-standing yearning for her lover had caused her to hallucinate.
She rubbed her eyes and focused again. She wasn't mistaken; the young man playing the piano indeed resembled Choi Jae-sun very much. He had fair skin, a high nose, and thin lips.
Qiluo Ling was momentarily stunned. Could it really be that Choi Jae-sun had come to her side? However, upon closer inspection, she realized that this was not her lover; he was not the real Choi Jae-sun. The difference was that the man before her had a pair of dazzling blue eyes. So he was merely another man who looked like Choi Jae-sun, nothing more.
The real Choi Jae-sun was still lying in the hospital, unconscious, like a sleeping prince. At this moment, Qiluo Ling could still vividly remember his serene sleeping face, as if time had stopped for him, blooming eternal flowers that would never wither.
At this time, the young man who bore a striking resemblance to Choi Jae-sun was gazing deeply at her, his eyes filled with melancholy and sadness, as if reflecting on the lost days of yesterday.
Qiluo Ling wanted to speak up and ask him who he really was.
She quickly recalled the witch's warning: if she wanted to truly listen to Demonic Music, she must not utter a word. As soon as she spoke, this mental world built by thought would turn to ashes and vanish in an instant.
Qiluo Ling felt like a silent cicada; her voice would be abandoned by her will, rendering language ineffective. The only thing she could do was attach her thoughts and feelings to her powerful inner will, hoping that the young man could sense and understand them.
"This is the third movement of Devil's Sorrow; it's my favorite part of the music because it is a love sonata. It can evoke the soft love that everyone once held in their hearts, including me," the Young Man said softly, his voice clear and gentle.
The young man's words seemed to possess a special magic; the third movement of Demonic Music began to play in her mind again, lingering long after. Qiluo Ling closed her eyes and listened; this piece of music seemed to have been buried deep within her memories, and once awakened, it spread throughout her mind.
Qiluo Ling began to recall the taste of love, like a delicate gardenia flower with its faint fragrance that grew fresher over time. The golden sunlight spilled onto the polished floor, white petals slowly drifting down onto her white dress—this was how love arrived. Choi Jae-sun's gentle breath lingered at her lips, floating lightly like the wind...
After a long time, Qiluo Ling finally awakened from the dream of love, looking around in confusion; she was still in that vast and empty room.
The young man gazed at her for a long time, as if trying to discern something from her eyes.
"You must be very curious about what this place is, who I am, and why my features resemble those of your beloved Lover," the young man said with a slight smile.
Qiluo Ling nodded.
"The owner of this castle is a demon, which means you have entered the demon's castle," the man said casually.
Demon? Qiluo Ling seemed to recall something, her heart stirring slightly.
"Yes, just as you think, I am indeed a demon. We met once before, but at that time you saw only a vague shadow in the darkness. I told you then that following love is like following music, right?" His tone was somewhat melancholic.
Qiluo Ling nodded slowly again.
In this Dreamlike Castle, she felt unreal. She had not only lost her words but also found her movements becoming sluggish. It seemed that only through constant contemplation could she feel her own existence.
The young man stood up from the stool and walked to a corner of the room, seemingly lost in thought.
"Because this is a love song, my existence at this moment is also an existence of love. When you see me, you see the form of love deep within your heart; what you see in me is the image of your beloved Lover," he said softly.
"You must be wondering how a demon could be related to such a wonderful thing as love. In your human eyes, demons are all evil and dark, possessing powerful malevolent forces that tempt, manipulate, and trample on humanity, challenging the limits of human suffering for their own amusement."
"Demons indeed lack emotions; there is no joy or pain. The souls of demons are sources of evil and darkness that oppose the power of light. I have always been this way, but everything changed when I encountered a beautiful woman from the mortal realm and fell deeply in love with her. For her, I would willingly give up everything, including my evil powers and soul. You must find it incredible that a demon could fall in love with a mortal woman? You want to know who she is, don't you?"
Qiluo Ling stared at him in amazement and then nodded. He could see through her thoughts and feelings at that moment.
"The woman I love is the youngest daughter of the Earl of the Saxon Family, named Natalie. She lived in the Seventeenth Century. In terms of bloodline, she should be your ancestor because the blood flowing in you comes from her. Likewise, she was the first person in the Saxon Family to possess the Butterfly Birthmark. From her, the descendants of the Saxon Family have become the inheritors of Demonic Music generation after generation."
"I previously told you that Demonic Music is a contract, a Love Contract. I awakened her lover with my soul, and as a condition of exchange, she and her entire family must bear the special Butterfly Birthmark for generations and, according to the contract, become the inheritors of Demonic Music." The demon sighed softly, a sadness difficult to express.
"Because Devil's Sorrow is a piece I composed for her, I only hope she will always remember me, even after her death, that her soul will remember this piece. For hundreds of years, I have played it every day; I don't know how long I must continue. Only when I play this piece can I see her face and imagine her by my side. I even fantasize that she can sense my longing and return to me. However, this is merely my one-sided wish because for all these centuries, despite her descendants playing this piece, her soul has never appeared in this castle."
The demon looked at her sadly, his eyes seemingly glistening with tears. "You want to know our story, don't you?"
Qiluo Ling hesitated for a moment and slowly nodded.
The demon smiled, turned around, returned to the piano, sat down again, gently placed his hands on the keys, pressed a few black and white keys, and the notes danced into her consciousness in a special way. Thus, many images began to emerge in her mind...
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