kvmb Chapter 223 He remembered
Chapter 223 He remembered
Chapter 223 He remembered
Two hours later.
"How could this be..." Looking at the completely withered flower sea, Wang Qingyan even wondered if he was hallucinating.
He came to pick flowers just two hours ago and everything was fine. How did it turn into "scorched earth" now?
After staring at her quietly for a while, Wang Qingyan quickly calmed down.
Bai Li Ce was either with him or alone in his room, so he didn't have a chance to make a move.
Yichen used to have that strength, but now... he's lucky to be alive.
He still led her deeper into the "sea of flowers," first testing the swing himself to make sure there were no other problems besides the flower vines tied to it changing color, before helping her sit on it.
Gently pushing, Wang Qingyan didn't mention the changes in the sea of flowers at all, "Should we raise it a little higher?"
"No need, I'm afraid of heights, this level of strength is fine."
"Is there anything you're still afraid of?"
"..." Bai Li Ce did not answer.
After pushing it a couple more times until the swing slowed down, Wang Qingyan sat down on it.
"Have you ever thought about just continuing to live with me like this, and then ignoring everyone and everything from now on?"
"Isn't that how it is now?"
In their drifting and wandering, they relied on each other, yet could never truly grasp each other's hearts, leaving only resentment and endless suspicion.
"You know that's not what I'm talking about."
"I can't give you what you want."
Bai Li Ce stared calmly ahead, his eyes devoid of any emotion. "Besides, there is no difference between the two."
"no difference?"
"I have tried my best, but this is still the result I got. Why bother to put in any more effort?"
"I can't win against you, and I can't resist you."
There is nowhere to escape, nowhere to avoid.
"Even death is not within our control."
"What else can we do besides accept the status quo?"
"Just as you said back then, whether it's voluntary or forced, it's the same. Aren't I just staying with you and protecting you?"
The problem is, you're not satisfied with your current life.
"So you should be asking yourself, not me."
"What exactly do you want to satisfy me?"
After a moment of silence, Wang Qingyan used the ground for leverage to swing the swing up, "No matter what, I will not let Yichen go."
If Yichen doesn't speak for a day, Wang Qingyan will lock him up for a day. He absolutely does not believe the nonsense that "Yichen doesn't know," and he will not get angry and confront Yichen over such a small trick, thus falling into their trap.
"This has nothing to do with me."
"It doesn't matter if it's related."
Compared to Yichen, Wang Qingyan increasingly felt that she was more like someone who had cultivated for many years, caring about everything yet caring about nothing at the same time.
"I even wish you could lie to me and coax me like you used to."
At least that way, she was still willing to put in the effort for him.
Baili Ce jumped off the swing.
With the weight reduced, Wang Qingyan casually and nonchalantly tilted his hips and began to swing leisurely.
"It seems you don't like it."
"Sitting up there is too unsettling; it's better to keep your feet on the ground."
"..." The swing swayed back and forth, and before he knew it, Wang Qingyan leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and began to feel drowsy.
Fragments of memory surfaced in his mind, and Yichen made the things he remembered become clearer and clearer.
After his second defeat at the hands of Heaven, he fled south, only to fall into a bandit trap and become a death row inmate, a state even lower than a slave.
In that dark and damp cell, he often had to fight with other death row inmates for a little water or a bite of food.
For every death of a prisoner, a new one is brought in to replace them, and the fighting continues until one can survive for three months.
At that time, he had killed more death row inmates than A-Zhu had ever seen. When he was furious, he could kill them all with his bare hands.
The terrifying things attracted the attention of Heaven, and he occasionally "showed mercy".
After enduring seven months, he was finally bought by a wealthy man and became a "human fighter" like a "fighting cock," where he was bet on, fought, and earned money.
Sometimes with people, sometimes with beasts.
If he wins, he can get a good night's sleep.
But if he loses just once, he will be left with nothing but bones.
He has never lost, but he didn't manage to get through it all on his own.
Among the many death row inmates was a female prisoner.
She wasn't the only female prisoner, but she was the one who survived the most besides him.
Most of the time they keep to themselves and even tacitly agree not to be as good at fighting or killing.
Because they fear being difficult to control and being counter-killed, even with the control of the mother-child Gu, shrewd wealthy people never buy the most powerful one.
The female prisoner kept to herself and him, perhaps because she couldn't gauge his strength, or perhaps because they were very similar.
But he kept to himself and her, because of a story she told him.
Unlike him, who was determined to survive and take revenge on Heaven, the female prisoner had little will to live and was able to endure it entirely because of the girl in the story.
Again and again, the female prisoner kept hoping that the girl in the story could save her one more time.
Whether it was a source of emotional support or his only source of joy, after hearing it so many times, he gradually began to wonder what the girl who had once taken him home in the story was like.
Not very good at grooming eyebrows, but always has a bright and cheerful look in your eyes? That must be a free-spirited and easygoing personality.
If someone has many friends who are all of good character, then they must be good-looking, have excellent taste, and be intelligent.
Unlike female prisoners who are easily led by their families and who are stubborn and assertive even when they're arguing... she'll definitely be a bit spoiled and fierce.
If someone likes dried fruit and spicy food, they're probably from the south.
As for her height... I wish I could meet her.
With such a good relationship between "them" and her being such a good person, she probably won't forget him, right?
Wang Qingyan began to see herself as the female prisoner telling stories, without knowing when it started.
As time went by, all I remembered was that I had a perfect, flawless kind.
No matter what she becomes, she won't mind; no matter what he does, she will stand by his side.
They remained best friends, sharing everything, and she would take him home...
"The wind is picking up, let's go back." The sea of flowers has turned into scorched earth; there's really nothing left to stay in.
Wang Qingyan, who hadn't fallen asleep at all, used his strength to stop the swing. "Won't you watch it for a little while longer?"
"If you can't see anything, what's the point of looking? You might as well wait for me to tell you the answer."
The swing started swaying again, and Wang Qingyan put on a cheerful expression, "Then come and hug me."
“…” Baili Ce turned and left.
"Hahaha..." Behind him was his uncontrollable laughter.
But the laughter suddenly stopped when Baili Ce disappeared from sight.
How did her mind suddenly come to the idea that she really had someone of the same kind who came into this world before her?
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