Bei Yun raised an eyebrow. "How am I supposed to understand if you don’t tell ?"
"You haven’t experienced it yourself, so how could you understand?" Qiao Xiaomai glared at him, wishing she could peel off his skin and strip his tendons. How did she end up encountering such a fiend!
"I’ve never felt love, but I’ve tasted despair," Bei Yun touched his chin thoughtfully and said, sowhat uncertainly, "Despair must be more unbearable than separation from a loved one, right?"
"Stop using your past to make excuses! I’ve never caused you harm, yet now you use as a hostage and expect to sympathize with you?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Bei Yun’s expression froze for a mont. After a pause, he spoke slowly, "I want you to feel what I went through back then. I refuse to believe that you can maintain your current deanor, or that you’d only kill the person who wronged you."
"What right do you have to condemn when you haven’t endured my pain and despair?"
"Ha!" Qiao Xiaomai sneered coldly. "I have no right to condemn you? I only hate you. If the day cos when you fall into my hands, I will make sure to flay you alive!"
Upon hearing this, Bei Yun raised a hand and rubbed his face.
Without another word, he jumped off the carriage.
Given Qiao Xiaomai’s extre personality, she really could carry out such a promise.
Well, that left one less person in this world who wouldn’t actively strike him.
Only Bei Lingsu was left.
With Bei Lingsu’s personality, she’d likely tornt him cruelly before imprisoning him for eternity, banishing him forever from this mortal realm.
At that point, being alive or dead would make no difference; the world itself would truly beco a living hell.
What is the aning of being alive?
He had never pondered such a question. From the mont he gained consciousness, his parents had constantly drilled into him to survive no matter the circumstances. Survive—this was their only expectation of him, and his greatest hope throughout this life.
So, even when deceived by malicious people and his corpse discarded in the wilderness, he didn’t give up. Even as a child wracked by illness and pain worse than death, he still didn’t give up.
Survive—those three words were engraved into his flesh and bones. No matter how difficult, he continued to struggle to live.
Later, he discovered a dicine that could suppress the poison within him, allowing him to live more freely. As long as he took the dicine on ti, he wouldn’t have to worry about the poison flaring up. When the poison didn’t erupt, he could live like a normal person.
On the outside, he might appear normal, but his heart had long been warped.
There was no doubt—he had long since beco a beast.
What aning does a beast have in this world?
Studying herbal dicine and poisons?
Yes, he had an interest in that, but it wasn’t a strong one. It couldn’t sustain his will to live.
Hurting others?
Deliberately inflicting suffering on people, watching them cry out in anguish, helpless and despairing—this was indeed one of his pleasures. But this ti, seeing Qiao Xiaomai sobbing like this, he suddenly felt bored.
It seed this wasn’t so entertaining after all.
Love soone?
Now that was truly laughable. He didn’t possess that ability, nor would anyone dare to use it on him.
So, as a beast, what was the point of his existence?
Day after day, watching others experience separations of life and death?
This pleasure had already worn thin for him.
Bei Yun sank into deep reflection on life and his own existence. Over the next few days of travel, he didn’t say another word to Qiao Xiaomai, and Qiao Xiaomai, consud by the pain of her separation from Tong Sanlang, had no desire to engage with him.
And so, in silence, they arrived at the frontlines.
The battlefield lay at the junction of Daqi, Longshi Country, and Yuchi Country. Here stood a towering mountain, at the foot of which a rushing river flowed past. Beside the river was a wide, flat plain, spacious enough to hold hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
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