Chapter 527: Chapter 261 “At Least Only You, I Will Let You Live”_2 Chapter 527: Chapter 261 “At Least Only You, I Will Let You Live”_2 The words fell, but there was no response, only the sound of children playing in the park could be heard.
Ke Mingye hung his head low, not daring to look at the person beside him, only lifting his eyes to see a boy walking up to a crying girl on the sandy ground, taking her hand.
The two small figures walked out of the park, fading into the afterglow.
Bai Zini lowered her head and remained silent for a long ti, gently turning her cheek, tears silently sliding down her face.
She opened her mouth slightly: “Back then, if only you had opened the door, I always thought you’d co to find , I waited for you outside the door for a very long ti…so long.”
“But I didn’t.”
“I was so disappointed.”
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“I know.”
“Really disappointed, so disappointed.”
“I know.”
“I even thought, maybe it’s better to act as if you didn’t exist from now on.”
“Okay.”
“But I still waited for you outside for a very long ti.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’ve forgiven you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah… I’ve forgiven you.”
Dusk gradually dimd, as night enveloped the park like a curtain, the figure on the left side of the swing gently leaned, resting their head on another person’s shoulder.
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Half an hour later, on Huanjing C549 subway.
The cold-tone lights enveloped every pale face; the subway is always lifeless during the off-work hours, every person seems to be relieved, collapsing on the seats.
Ke Mingye sat in his seat, spotty light and shadow fluttering on the window. Bai Zini leaned on his shoulder, soundly asleep. Her nose was red, her breath lightly fluttering on his neck, like a malt teasing the skin.
He silently turned his head, looking at the face reflected in the window of the train compartnt. What a strange face, one that should belong to a stranger.
“Sketch of thoughts…”
He softly murmured inside his mind, and suddenly, a blank panel appeared in front of him.
With tired eyes cast downward, as his thoughts moved, chaotic scribbles kept appearing on the blank sketch, like a person in a daze scribbling aimlessly on a blank notebook.
The words kept proliferating, piling up in disorder.
“Speaking of which…
“I’ve almost forgotten who I am…
“Who was it again.
“Right, just like this boy.
“My na is Ke Mingye.
“19 years old, a college student, majoring in liberal arts, likes reading.
“I have no family, not a single one. Children in the orphanage really hate , everyone says I’m a bookworm, they throw books from the library at .
“I’ve always wished, so wished to have a family. If possible, I would want parents to be with . If possible, I would want an older brother, and an older sister. If possible, I’d also like a younger sister, and a younger brother. Everything I wanted, I have here, I am very happy here, everyone surrounds .
“Finally, I am not alone anymore.
“I am very happy here, but they all want to kill . I am simply a… thief, a robber, having stolen this boy’s family, indulging arrogantly in it, as if… as if I really am Ke Mingye.
“It’s disgusting…
“So disgusting… it makes … want to, tear myself… apart.
“Can soone hear speaking…
“Who can I tell the truth to? To those players, or to my family? After all… On which side can I fit in, eh, isn’t it that I can’t blend in with either?
“If I died just like this… would anyone rember ?
“They don’t rember …
“Every family mber rembers, not , but the person I killed… just playing the role, everything I got is fake.”
“College student, liberal arts major, likes reading.”
“College student, liberal arts major, likes reading.”
“College student, liberal arts major…”
“College student…”
“College student…”
“Likes…”
“Being alone.”
“Ke Mingye…”
“High school student…”
“16 years old…”
Ke Mingye looked at the scribbles filling the sketch, gently raised his palm, wearily looking at his palm.
“I’ve nearly forgotten who I am.”
“I’m just lying to myself, I don’t really have a family, they don’t care about , they never cared about from the start, they only care about the person I am pretending to be.”
“My na is Ke Mingye, 19 years old, a murderer, I killed a 16-year-old boy who had the sa na and surna as , I tried to kill all his relatives, every single… person who loved him.”
“My na is Ke Mingye, 19 years old, a person who must kill his family.”
“No one will care about , the mont I am discovered, I will die. They only want to kill , they do not love , they are not my family.”
Ke Mingye’s eyes were obscured by the drooping strands of hair, he slightly opened his mouth, as if voicelessly screaming, while more and more words kept appearing in the chaotic sketch.
“Do I owe an apology to the person whose body I stole?”
“What can I say to him… I think there’s no one in this world who understands him better than , no one… understands him more than I do, but it’s precisely who killed him.”
“So what should I say? What should I say to the boy I killed, that I took away your life, your family, your everything…”
“Should I tell him, ‘Sorry, I’m here to kill your family, I can only kill them’?”
“Or should I tell him… ‘Thank you, for letting feel what it’s like to have a family, for the first ti, soone willing to lean on my shoulder’…”
Ke Mingye’s head rested against the train window, his right eye’s vision gradually blurring. He blankly stared at the empty ceiling, the cold-tone light tubes seed to waver in front of him, and the brightly lit subway beca a halo of light.
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