newbobooks Chapter 311
Chapter 311
Nalan Jingwen stood there, watching Chi Chenyi's resolute departing figure, and for the first time did not follow.
What was Chi Chenyi thinking when she asked to have her divine bones removed and her soul threads extracted?
She thought it was better this way; returning to Phoenix Perch Mountain to be his demon king was better than dying with her, so she didn't stop him.
Time heals all wounds, whether it's love or hate, and he can go on living his life.
Nalan Jingwen turned around and looked at the woman standing there. For the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on the woman's usually dignified face.
Nalan Jingwen couldn't blame herself for what she had done back then. She was burdened with too many things, leaving no room for other considerations. So, it was the best choice for them, regardless of who was in it. She couldn't easily let someone die with her just because they were willing; she would feel guilty.
Everything before my eyes began to change; the world spun around me, and I heard thunder and shouts from the crowd.
Nalan Jingwen stopped and saw the woman standing beside the bottomless abyss, with a crowd of people kneeling and prostrating behind her.
She subconsciously looked in one direction and, sure enough, saw that lonely red figure in the distance. After the woman jumped down without hesitation, everyone was grieving for her sacrifice. But Nalan Jingwen saw Chi Chenyi stiffly raise the corners of his lips, as if he was mocking his own unrequited love. He turned and left, his figure staggering.
But in that instant, a crystal tear slid down his cheek as he turned away, carrying with it his reluctance and sorrow, all of which melted into that single tear and vanished with the wind.
Chi Chenyi hated her.
I hate her for being hypocritical and so cruel.
He resented her for deciding his fate so easily.
He hated her for leaving him, and even though he knew that saying those words would hurt him, he still said them without the slightest hesitation.
He hated her even more for leaving him alone, not letting him die with her, and forcing him to endure a hundred years of loneliness.
But clearly, they shouldn't be like this...
The red hem of his robes fluttered like a butterfly, and Chi Chenyi's slender figure was as thin as paper, as if it would dissipate with a gentle breeze. He returned to the palace and collapsed onto the bed, the bed they had shared together.
They had shared a bed and were once so close.
How did it come to this?
He hugged his knees and curled up, as if in doing so he could escape the pain, as if he had returned to the time when she was still holding him.
A low sob escaped his throat uncontrollably, like a helpless whimper of a small animal. The suppressed crying eventually turned into a loud wail, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. Overwhelming pain seemed to engulf him, leaving him helpless and on the verge of collapse, until he was hoarse and exhausted.
He was left behind...
No one cares about him anymore...
No one patiently and repeatedly reminded him, or carefully helped him put on his shoes.
No one will always hold him in their arms, or steadfastly protect him when everyone else dislikes him.
If she didn't like him, why did she put on his shoes for him, and why did she make him stay by her side for thousands of years?!
Why is that...?
The person on the bed couldn't help but cover his face and weep bitterly, then tightly covered his lips. The tears seemed endless, rolling down his pale cheeks. The salty and bitter taste spread throughout his mouth, making him gag. His whole body began to convulse, his chest heaving violently, and the pain in his chest felt like it was tearing his soul in two.
Nalan Jingwen stood at the door, not going in, but she could hear his painful sobs. It was as if her feet were rooted to the ground, and she could not take another step.
Why don't you go in? Is it because you're afraid, or because you feel guilty?
Or perhaps, both.
She didn't know how long she had been standing there. She curled her stiff fingertips, took a deep breath, and finally strode inside.
As soon as she entered, a feeling of suffocation overwhelmed her. She instinctively turned to leave, but the person on the bed had already gotten up, and a pair of red and swollen eyes looked in her direction, filled with a deep-seated hatred.
"Why are you leaving?"
Nalan Jingwen paused in his steps and turned around to look.
Chi Chenyi stared intently at her, her clothes hanging loosely on her shoulders, her pale and beautiful face still bearing traces of tears, her voice trembling slightly from crying.
Why are you leaving? Is it because you're afraid to face me?
"Will the adults also feel guilty towards me?"
Nalan Jingwen stared at him, remaining silent.
Seemingly not getting the answer he wanted, the person on the bed became even more agitated. He angrily stood up and walked towards her, grabbing her wrist tightly.
"Why are you leaving?!"
"Are you going to abandon me a second time?!"
"Don't you feel guilty at all?!"
His expression was pained, and tears streamed down his face again. He seemed to be talking to himself, "I had made up my mind. Even if you sleep for a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, even if you never wake up again, I will always be with you. As long as you are by my side, I will have no regrets. I just want you by my side!!"
He only had one request: that they could be together forever, in life and in death!
But why did you do this to him!
"But why did you leave me?! I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of anything, you know that perfectly well!!"
He wasn't afraid of death; he was only afraid that she wouldn't want him.
"You betrayed me!!"
He roared, all his pent-up grievances bursting forth at that moment, large drops of scalding tears rolling down and landing on the back of her hand.
Nalan Jingwen lowered her eyes, glanced at the wrist that he was tightly gripping, then looked up at his broken and crying expression, raised her hand to gently touch his pale cheek, and then wiped away the crystal tears with her warm fingertips.
"Don't cry."
In Chi Chenyi's eyes, filled with hatred, something shattered in an instant. His hand, tightly gripping hers, trembled slightly. He opened his mouth, his voice choked with emotion, "Awen, it hurts so much..."
"It hurts so much to have my bones removed, and it hurts to have my soul threads pulled out."
The pain of losing her for the past century is even greater; he is on the verge of giving up.
Nalan Jingwen stroked his cold cheek, and Chi Chenyi subconsciously rubbed his cheek against her palm, just like before.
"I know."
What she knew was that she felt guilty towards him, and that she had let him down.
Chi Chenyi stepped forward and threw himself into her arms, greedily inhaling her scent, his voice trembling with longing.
“Ah Wen…”
"It hurts..."
Her neck was damp with warmth. She lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in them, but her hand was gently stroking the back of the person in her arms.
"I know."
"Please don't leave me again, okay?"
"Will you stay here with me forever?"
"Don't leave me here alone...please..."
"I can't do it alone..."