readsfreenovel Chapter 218
Chapter 218
His voice was very soft, almost inaudible, but Nalan Jingwen heard it clearly.
In her memory, Chi Chenyi had never shown such a vulnerable side. He was proud, stubborn, and always resolute, going down a path to the bitter end, even if it meant facing an abyss.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have resolutely left when she was about to sacrifice the Yingtian Stone.
His appearance was extremely alluring, breathtakingly beautiful, yet powerful, prickly and unapproachable, which easily made people feel that he was truly invincible.
Chi Chenyi almost never cried out in pain in front of her. Even when he was subjected to the punishment of having his divine bones removed, he never uttered a single word of pain.
He always loved to act coquettishly in front of her, showing his most charming and delicate side, tempting her to fall in love, but when he was truly hurt, he remained silent.
He followed her namelessly for over a thousand years, serving her for over a thousand years, and enduring the gossip and doubts of others for over a thousand years, yet he never complained about his grievances, following her without any regrets.
She actually knew; she had heard others talk about him, saying that he was all looks and no substance, and that even after following her for so long, he had never earned a title, and was nothing more than a demon, ultimately unworthy of respect.
That day, she inexplicably started a huge fire and punished everyone in the palace. But she knew that she had only heard it once, while Chi Chenyi had heard it countless times. He had never mentioned it in front of her. Was it because he didn't care, or because he had become numb?
Ultimately, it was she who felt guilty towards him.
"It hurts... Ah Wen... It hurts so much..."
Nalan Jingwen lowered her eyes and looked at the man in her arms who was curled up in pain. She subconsciously softened her movements and used her other hand to free his lips from his teeth.
Chi Chenyi's body began to tremble slightly. Leaning against her body, he tilted his head back slightly, revealing his fair and slender neck, which drew a beautiful arc. This posture looked like he was asking for a kiss.
Nalan Jingwen remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on his bloodless lips. It was very light, like a tiny downy feather falling on his body, weightless.
But Nalan Jingwen noticed that the tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly. She paused and asked, "When did you wake up?"
Chi Chenyi slowly opened her eyes. Her fox-like eyes, which were originally alluring and captivating, now exuded a chilling coldness. Her eyes were dark and deep, as if they had been stained by spilled ink.
Nalan Jingwen saw the hatred that was almost overflowing in his eyes, paused slightly, and withdrew his hand. In any case, his injuries had almost healed.
She looked at him and said calmly:
"Hate me?"
Chi Chenyi's jaw was clenched, his lips were pressed together, and he remained silent, staring intently at her.
He seemed to have fully regained consciousness and could see again. When Qi Lin met him, it must have been because he hadn't practiced his cultivation techniques for too long, causing his blood to flow in reverse and become disordered, which was why he couldn't see and his memory was blurry, yet he was able to find her accurately in the crowd.
She didn't know how long Chi Chenyi hadn't cultivated, which was why he had become so disheveled, and she didn't know how long he had endured the pain of his blood flowing backward.
Nalan Jingwen stared at him. He had lost a lot of weight. When he hugged him, he was almost all bones, as if a gentle breeze could blow him away.
Her pale face was as broken as glass, so pitiful that she deserved to be held in someone's arms.
Nalan Jingwen sighed, waved her hand, and the barrier disappeared. She stood up and reached out her hand to him.
Chi Chenyi stared blankly at the hand in front of her, her eyes gradually reddening.
His hand remained suspended in the air for a long time, but Chi Chenyi showed no sign of grasping it. Nalan Jingwen was not angry and remained in this stalemate with him.
After an unknown amount of time, Chi Chenyi finally moved. He struggled to his feet, staggered a few steps, and fell heavily again, his thigh being cut by a pebble, leaving a long wound. Even so, he refused to take her hand or seek her help.
Nalan Jingwen watched him stand up and meet his gaze. When she saw the undisguised hatred in his eyes, she frowned slightly.
She knew he must hate her, but when she truly felt his hatred so intensely, she was still stunned.
Chi Chenyi's eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, yet he still stared at her stubbornly, letting the scalding tears slide down his cheeks and disappear onto the grass.
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing sighed softly and reached out to wipe away his tears, but he turned his head away.
"Do not touch me!"
He was agitated, his eyes were wide open, and his body was trembling.
Nalan Jingwen stood still, no longer making any movement. She looked at him and said, "I'm sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man opposite him let out a low, suppressed laugh. A mocking smile appeared on his lips. The laughter grew louder, his expression became manic, and he even started coughing. The violent coughing forced him to bend over.
Nalan Jingwen frowned slightly, looking at his crazed appearance, but could hear the sorrow and despair in his laughter.
Chi Chenyi finally stopped coughing, straightened up, and stared intently at her with his scarlet eyes. His voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible sob, "Why did you say sorry?"
Nalan Jingwen then said, "I will make it up to you."
Chi Chenyi swayed slightly, disappointment appearing in his eyes, and he shook his head.
"You know perfectly well that what I want has never been an apology."
From beginning to end, he was determined to do things his own way.
Nalan Jingwen looked at his swaying body and wanted to support him, but then remembered his resistance and stopped herself.
Why did you save me?
Why save him? Five hundred years ago, they had no relationship whatsoever. Wouldn't it be better if he just died like this, carrying with him his love and obsession for her? He was in too much pain. Without her, he lived a life worse than death, like a walking corpse.
It hurts so much, it really hurts so much.
Why didn't you want him? Why did you abandon him? Let him suffer alone for five hundred years?!
"You know, I can't just stand by and watch you die."
Even before she regained her memories, she couldn't ignore him.
Chi Chenyi's vision was already blurred. Hearing her words, he wanted to laugh, but no matter what he did, he couldn't. "You can't stand by and watch me die. Is it because I am also one of the people you protect, or because I am Chi Chenyi?"
Nalan Jingwen's expression turned solemn as he asked, "What's the difference?"
"How can there be no difference?!"
Chi Chenyi's voice suddenly rose, her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her knuckles turning bluish-white, and tears streaming down her cheeks.
He felt like a joke, knowing the answer yet still wanting to hear her say it herself, whether more pain would numb him and bring him relief.
Nalan Jingwen looked at him, no longer dwelling on the matter. She softened her voice and said, "I will make it up to you. What do you want?"
"Can I have anything I want?"
Nalan Jingwen nodded.
"What if I want you dead?!"
A flash of red light appeared, and a long sword suddenly appeared beside her neck, gleaming with a sharp silver light. If she moved even slightly, it could slit her neck.
Nalan Jingwen didn't move. She looked up at him calmly and asked, "Will this make you stop hating me?"
"If that's the case, then kill me."
She closed her eyes and said nothing more.
As if something had been touched on, Chi Chenyi's hand holding the sword began to tremble, veins bulged on his forehead, his expression became agitated, tears flowed even more profusely, and he roared in despair, "You betrayed me!!"
She betrayed him, so why is she still so unfazed?
Why is he the only one suffering?!
He had known and accompanied her for over a thousand years, and he thought that she would have some feelings for him, some reluctance to part, even if it was just a little.
But why is he the only one?
From beginning to end, he never asked for much; he only wanted to grow old with one person. Was he wrong?!
He only wanted a perfect outcome; was he wrong?!