Journey to the End of the Night

Chapter 1659 - 999: Mortal’s Suffering (3)

But Chen Xiaolan is different. In her eyes, Meng Zifei cannot see the love that a normal woman would have for a man.Because there’s no love, this kind of ’acceptance’ different from Shang Ying’s seems precious.

Even when she looks at his utmost embarrassment, the look of pity inadvertently revealed, the expected disgust and repulsion.

It made Meng Zifei feel that even so, it wasn’t as hard to accept as imagined.

Even... there was a vague sense of a strange pleasure.

This kind of pleasurable feeling made him think that if it were this person before him, he would be willing to let her gradually see everything about him.

Those are the sides even Shang Ying hasn’t seen, the dark, sinister, eerie, selfish side, unknown to anyone, cold to the bone.

Slowly, gently guiding her, shedding his refined and polite façade.

Chen Xiaolan, pure-hearted and innocent, entirely unaware of the subtle undercurrents beneath Meng Zifei’s obscure gaze, only feeling utterly exhausted:

"After so much has happened, how can you ask me to trust you?"

Implying a desire to leave, that left Meng Zifei’s bright eyes suddenly dimming: "Is Xiaolan going to leave me?"

He lifted his head, gazed at her in a daze: "Just because I chose the Demon Path to survive?"

Chen Xiaolan frowned and said: "I am merely a mortal woman. Whether you’re a demon or a celestial doesn’t matter to me. What’s important is the choice you make in your heart."

"Like Si Chen. Born in darkness, yet living towards the sun."

"He feeds on fresh blood, fears the sunlight, a Corpse Demon. Yet in Xiaolan’s heart, no one in the world is better or kinder than him."

"Judging right from wrong has never been about the division between good and evil — that’s a bias."

She took a deep breath, unable to endure any longer, each word full of angry reproach:

"You harm those who love you for selfish reasons — that’s wrong!"

"For the sake of your dignity, you would kill me for being silent — also wrong!"

"This has nothing to do with your choice of the Demon Path!"

Meng Zifei murmured: "So you..."

Tears couldn’t be stopped from flowing down Chen Xiaolan’s face: "Yet humans err, none can avoid mistakes. Everyone, everyone makes wrong decisions sometimes, everyone has seven emotions and six desires."

"Everyone feels jealousy, resentment, anger, unwillingness, disgrace!"

"Meng Zifei, right now, I ask you just one thing..."

"Meng Zifei, have you ever done something truly evil?"

"Were you involved in the disaster in the Mountain Realm?"

"Did you deliberately lead those people there?"

"Did you scheme against Si Chen?"

Meng Zifei squinted his eyes for a long time, then slowly opened them, speaking coldly: "I, Meng Zifei, have never done anything truly evil."

Chen Xiaolan’s gaze deepened for a moment, then the confusion, anger, and terror in her eyes slowly faded away.

She let out a deep breath, her forcibly sustained spirit finally reaching its limit, as the sword in her hand slipped and fell to the ground.

Chen Xiaolan walked over, pressed his right leg against the broken place to let it slowly heal.

"Thus, I will trust you again. Hope you won’t disappoint me, master..."

Meng Zifei watched his right leg gradually healing, his thick lashes casting a shadow, and he softly responded.

No one saw his fingers hidden inside his sleeve, meaninglessly playing with the snowstones on the ground.

The fingernails were lifted by the cold, sharp snowstone, raw and bloody, yet he was completely unaware.