The website had a posting section, but only its owner was allowed to post.
Louis silently sighed in admiration—sure enough, it didn't deviate from the original story. After scrolling, he saw vague silhouettes with snow-white hair and unbearably cheesy captions.
Sylus: [I exist because of you] — paired with a blurry photo of silver hair obscuring most of the image.
Sylus: [You are the moon, so I am unworthy to reach for you] — along with a hazy shot of the moon reflected in water, where a distant figure with silver hair could be faintly seen.
Sylus: [The one in the painting, the one in my heart, the one who made me who I am] — this time, it was an actual painting.
A true masterpiece. That was precisely why this person instantly became the female lead's subordinate, even though the two had barely interacted. The reason was simple—the female lead was strong, and as luck would have it, she had beautiful silver-white hair.
Louis narrowed his eyes slightly at the account named Sylus, whose profile picture was that painting.
Because he had read the original story, he also knew about Sylus. At present, Sylus was a hound of the Aurellan family—a noble household in Zone 5. The reason he served them so loyally was nothing other than the family's genetics. Every member of House Aurellan was born with silver hair tinged faintly with ash, still closely resembling the ideal figure Sylus had always dreamed of.
But that ideal figure he longed for never truly existed.
When he was born and became aware of the world, his mind and heart had always yearned for a perfect, beautiful creation. He loved the image he had imagined, believing that if such a person existed, they would be strong, attractive, and undeniably the lover of his dreams—the pure white moonlight he could never stain.
He wandered within the Aurellan family, searching for that beautiful silhouette. Yet over time, the family's actions began to displease him, and as the years passed without finding his beloved, he grew bored.
So the moment Aboli appeared, he did not hesitate to drown the entire Aurellan family in poisonous smoke, fleeing to pursue the white moonlight of his life.
Recalling the plot, Louis clicked on Sylus's profile and began to type.
L: [The painting is beautiful.]
Louis had barely sent the message when a reply came at once.
Sylus: [You have a good eye.] After all, his subordinates never recognized the beauty in his paintings—a bunch of shortsighted fools who knew nothing about poetry or romance.
Sylus: [Your computer doesn't even have a camera… ah, the soul of a poor man dreaming of art—how pitiful.]
Louis: "…"
L: [Buy me a new computer.]
L: [I feel like we click—my lover has the same hair as the person you love.]
Sylus: [Your lover could never compare to the one I love, you short-sighted fool!]
L: [If you buy me a house, I'll admit that.]
Sylus: [A pauper who can't afford a house in Zone 10, haha—your lover must suffer terribly. Of course, not everyone can be a flawless romantic like me.]
Louis: "..." Talking to people like this was exhausting, but he wasn't afraid from behind a computer screen.
Love Sylus: [If you're perfect, be my lover. I think I've fallen for you.]
Sylus: [Good grief, a man unfaithful in love. But I suppose it makes sense—standing before you is me, and being enchanted by me is hardly surprising.]
Sylus: [But you only said your lover has silver hair.]
Love Sylus: [That's right, haha. My hair will only turn silver when I'm old.]
And it would surely be the dull, lifeless silver of age, not the radiant silver of Aboli's hair or the shimmering hue Sylus dreamed of.
Love Sylus: [But love knows no limits!]
Sylus: [Indeed, love knows no limits.]
Even a silver-haired dog walking past him could earn a tender look from him.
Deeply Love Sylus: [So hair color can't limit love!]
Louis was kicked off the website. He quickly logged back in, but Sylus changed the password in just a few seconds.
No problem—Louis had memorized every password Sylus had ever used. He logged back in with ease.
Sylus seemed startled by Louis's speed. When Louis re-entered, a message window from Sylus popped up with a question mark.
Sylus: [?]
Hate Sylus: [...]
Sylus: [If you don't say anything, I'll kick you out again.]
Love Sylus: [You really can't buy me a house?]
Sylus: [Keep dreaming, haha.]
Love Sylus: [Please, I'll write you a poem.]
Sylus: [I genuinely respect your artistic heart.]
Sylus had never been begged or cajoled like this before. He felt rather pleased for a moment, smugly tapping his foot in satisfaction.
He even wondered whether the Aurellan family could create some drug to accelerate aging—he wanted this new "friend" who so eagerly simped for him to grow silver hair as soon as possible. That would make things even more delightful.
Louis, of course, had no idea about the dangerous thoughts of his new "friend." While casually replying to Sylus's trivial messages, he studied new material.
His new job was at night, so he had to use the daytime to learn.
In truth, this kind of life wasn't so bad… as long as the female lead didn't hover around him.
Time passed quickly when Louis was studying, and before long, it was time to pick Aboli up from work.
"How was today? Everything okay?"
When Louis entered the café, a figure rushed over and threw their arms around him.
He instinctively stepped back two paces, trying to steady himself so he wouldn't fall.
He wasn't weak, but could someone please explain why the slender female lead was so heavy?! He felt like his spine was crying out in agony!
Maintaining a calm, gentle smile, Louis pried Aboli—who was hanging off him—away and chuckled. "Missed me that much? Come on, down you go."
Only then did Aboli release him, though her hand still gripped his, matching the faint mark she'd left there that morning.
Just now, she had taken the chance to inhale his scent—no trace of another woman. Mama was truly obedient, not using her absence to find another child.
Aboli thought happily.
At that moment, the café owner emerged from behind the counter.
He glanced at Aboli, then at Louis, and laughed heartily. "Hahaha, Louis, Aboli's been working very hard."
Liar. Louis noticed the slight tremor in the man's pupils and the damaged plating on his mechanical arms. Still, the smile on his lips didn't falter. "That's great to hear. Aboli, let's go home. Want to get some ice cream?"
Aboli lit up instantly. "I do!" Her once cold silver eyes now sparkled as if they held the starry sky.
The café owner watched Louis's retreating. Louis, I'm only doing this for my own life. Besides, from the looks of it, that girl probably won't hurt you.
If Louis knew what the café owner was thinking, he'd scream.
What do you know?! I'll be dead within three chapters!
Granted, he had already survived the initial hurdle—at least he wouldn't be killed within three chapters anymore—but now he was in a frantic daily struggle to keep himself alive.
Louis glanced at the girl happily eating ice cream beside him, his head throbbing in waves. He spoke softly, "I've got work tonight. When you return, eat dinner and go to bed without me, alright?"
"Mama…"
Louis's brow furrowed.
Aboli beamed, correcting herself, "Will you be out all night?"
Even Louis's irritated expression amused her—she was doing this purposefully.
Louis acted as though he hadn't noticed and nodded. "Not all night, but I might be late."
Aboli drooped her head in disappointment, suddenly finding the ice cream in her hand much less appealing.
Louis then felt her hand tighten around his, this time with enough force to crush bone. He couldn't help but startle.
By then, they had reached the door of the house. Louis immediately yanked his hand free, his voice turning cold. "What do you think you're doing, Aboli?!"
His hand was flushed red, numb, and throbbing unbearably. Just trying to curl his fingers sent a jolt of pain through him.
Time to train the dog—if it's vicious, it must be disciplined. The more you indulge it, the sooner you die.