After breaking up, my ex asked me to win her back-Chapter 211 - 210 I Love You

Christine, dressed in a white gown, was like a pure light in the darkness on the dimly lit stage, so beautiful that one could hardly bear to look away.

The somber and shadowy Phantom of the Opera, rowing for her, seemed more like her protective Dark Knight.

The juxtaposition of black and white, their harmonious duet, the perfect match sent the audience’s shippers into a collective brainstorm, generating dozens of fictional narratives in their minds in a short span of time.

As the chorus concluded, the backdrop depicting a gloomy cave canal at the rear of the stage suddenly parted, revealing another backdrop painted with an iron gate. As the Phantom and Christine drew near, it was also slowly lifted to reveal the real background.

It was a palace within the cave.

Luxurious gold everywhere, precious candelabras, chandeliers, furniture glistening under the candlelight, divinity tinged with a hint of eeriness.

The floor was strewn with sheets of music and architectural drafts, and there was a piano. Explore more stories at novelbuddy

Christine looked around in amazement, her gaze finally resting on a enormous oil painting over one and a half meters tall hung upon the wall.

It was a replica imitating Da Vinci’s famous "Mona Lisa," with herself, Christine, as the main subject.

The painting depicted her wearing the exact same gown and makeup as she was currently, almost as if it foresaw a future destiny reuniting.

The Phantom’s mystery reached a new level.

Upon reaching their destination, he disembarked the boat and extended his hand to Christine, "I have brought you to the kingdom of music, to this kingdom where everyone venerates music, my kingdom. Submit to your deepest dreams, let your soul take you where you wish to go."

Christine stared at him, enraptured by the fantasy and beauty of this moment, and slowly took the Phantom’s hand.

"Since the first time I heard you sing, I wanted you to follow me, to serve me, to continue singing, for my music...my music. Your voice, it lets me soar through the night, only your voice, can make me float in the air."

The Phantom said, looking at her.

This statement was nearly a confession.

Not just Christine in the play understood, but the audience below grasped it even more clearly, the girls letting out restrained screams, the shippers ecstatic!

And those who knew the plot showed subtle expressions.

For soon Christine was to learn the true nature of the Phantom, his true face.

Christine was led off the boat by the Phantom, who then showed her his collection of treasures.

There were sculptures, paintings, toys, treasures, and musical instruments.

Of course, there was also music.

At this moment, the Phantom was like a child, proudly showing off his wealth to the woman he adored.

The Phantom sat at the piano, playing while subtly expressing his love for Christine.

The piano was fake, an electronic keyboard masqueraded as a piano; the Drama Club could not have possibly brought a real one on stage if it wasn’t, and the piano music used as the background was a recording found online.

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But the piano skills held by Kagura Hikaru, who played the Phantom, were real: his technique and presence left no doubt that he was an experienced player, easily allowing the audience to be immersed in the impression of a musical master.

The man playing the piano elegantly in the resplendent cave, even though he was a ghost of the shadows, had his own kind of romance and charm.

"I remember a mist over the wide, calm surface of the lake, candles all around, and a boat on the lake, with a man inside. He was so patient, teaching me to sing, commanding me to follow him, to serve him, to sing for him."

Christine was completely captivated by his mystery, her eyes full of emotion, the corners of her mouth lifting lightly as she started singing to the rhythm of the piano, "Angel of Music, your servant craves greedily, who is in that shadow? Who is behind this mask...?"

Christine stretched out her hand, as if embracing him, caressing the Phantom’s mask and face, her slender fingers tracing over his features. The Phantom, intoxicated, closed his eyes.

At that moment, she suddenly seized the opportunity, violently lifting off the Phantom’s mask to reveal a grotesque and pus-filled, disfigured face.

The music stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere plummeted.

"Ah—!!!"

Christine screamed in horror, covering her mouth and staggering backward.

The audience below was similarly shocked by this horrifying turn of events, crying out unstoppably.

"Damn woman! You inquisitive Pandora! You devil! This is what you wanted to see, damn you! Hypocritical witch, serpent!!"

The Phantom abruptly stood up, shoved Christine to the ground, covered half of his face with his hand, and cursed in fury.

At that moment, his ruthless and irritable nature was finally exposed as he raged in the cavern, thrashing and smashing while spitting saliva.

Behind the furious cursing seemed to be a tinge of inferiority and pain.

It appeared more like the anger of someone whose truth had been exposed, whose beautiful dream had been burst, rather than pure hatred.

Lying on the ground, Christine’s tears swirled in her eyes as she incredulously watched the mysterious man who had once danced romantically with her but now had changed so drastically in temperament.

Whatever fantasies she had harbored about the Phantom evaporated the instant she saw his face.

"Now you can’t obtain freedom, you damned woman, you deserve divine punishment!"

The Phantom pointed at Christine on the ground and cursed.

He turned to face the lake, watched it quietly, calming down slowly, but his tone still conveyed faint anger and pain, "Can you bear to look at me? You can’t even endure the memories. You must be thinking, ’This disgusting monster should burn in hell, yet in secret, longs for heaven, in secret, in secret...’"

The Phantom moved in front of Christine’s painting.

In the huge portrait, the beautiful Christine in a white dress gazed at him with eyes as gentle as water.

At this moment, the Phantom’s next lines were to beg for Christine’s friendship, hoping she would understand him and not leave him even after seeing his true face.

However, before Kagura Hikaru could speak, Kiryu Hina preempted the lines.

"Fear can transform into love, and I will learn to understand the man before me, the beautiful man hidden behind the monster. To see beyond the ugly exterior, to discover your kindness and the warmth inside you."

Kiryu Hina had, at some point, appeared behind Kagura Hikaru. Gently, she placed one hand on his shoulder, her palm’s warmth and her trembling nervousness transmitted through the fabric.

She had broken with the script.

Christine wasn’t supposed to reconcile with the Phantom—seeing his true face was only the first step. She was meant to keep rejecting him, leading the Phantom to drive himself into despair with jealousy—that was the natural progression of the plot.

But why?

Kagura Hikaru turned his head in shock.

Kiryu Hina, with tears at the corners of her eyes, showed the same tender gaze as the Christine in the painting, and although she was the one crying, her fingers gently brushed away the non-existent tears from Kagura Hikaru’s eyes.

I love you.

With her back to the audience, Kiryu Hina’s real tears, not prescribed by the script, fell silently as she mouthed her innermost feelings with no sound.