You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 630

Tang Yin was silent for a moment, then looked up at Wang Lina, his tone calm and sincere: "...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act as if I understood you so well."

His voice was low, with a hint of restrained gentleness: "I just want to say that everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. I also believe that you have always been thinking about and working hard for everyone."

Wang Lina was stunned, her hands clenching the corners of her clothes, her eyes gradually reddening. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat was blocked by emotion.

"Tang Yin...!" Her voice suddenly trembled, as if some emotion had finally collapsed.

The voice that was forced out contained deep sadness and self-blame: "Why... why are you so gentle to me... I can't do anything... Tang Yin... when you fell to the ground, besides crying, I..."

She gritted her teeth, tears falling from her eyes, blurring the pair of eyes that had been holding on tightly. "Why don't you blame me?"

Tang Yin looked at her calmly, his eyes devoid of blame, only a heavy understanding. He whispered, "...No one will be happy about this. Besides, I don't want to say anything against my will."

Wang Lina's shoulders trembled slightly, and tears could not stop falling. She almost forced a smile, but with a kind of self-deprecation that was almost desperate: "Tell me, otherwise I won't be able to hate you."

"...I like you...Tang Yin..."

Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting through the air and piercing straight into Tang Yin's heart.

“…I can’t hold on any longer…”

Tang Yin didn't answer immediately. He knew this wasn't a confession of love, but a cry for help, the final cry of a drowning man.

He sighed softly, his tone gentle and calm: "...You hate your hometown?"

Wang Lina was slightly startled, then nodded, gritted her teeth and whispered: "...hate..."

Tang Yin paused, then asked, "People from my hometown too?"

Her emotions seemed to be completely crushed. She raised her head suddenly and said in a hoarse and sharp voice: "Super annoying...!"

Tang Yin did not flinch. He shook his head and said firmly, "That's not the case, is it?"

"There's no place for me here anymore...!" She almost shouted, her voice filled with the pain that had been suppressed for a long time.

Tang Yin looked at her with a complicated expression. He finally understood that Wang Lina was not abandoned by the Hidden Mist Village, but she had chosen to abandon it.

Even if the room remained, she could no longer fit in with the life of the Hidden Mist Village. Whether in her thoughts or ideas, she had long since gone against the village.

The air became quiet, with only Wang Lina's intermittent sobbing remaining.

The reason she came to him to confide in him was obviously because she trusted him. But Tang Yin knew that this time, he could not respond to her feelings.

Because, in this reincarnation, he has already responded to another person.

Wang Lina seemed to have noticed something. She wiped her tears, raised her head, and forced a wry smile: "...I know Hualu is very cute. Besides, I didn't expect her to have super powers."

Her tone was light, as if she was trying to hide her true emotions, but that smile could not hide the loss in her eyes.

Tang Yin didn't respond, but just looked at her quietly. The night fog outside the window was still thick, blurring the outline of the village and the boundaries of people's hearts.

Tang Yin was slightly startled and repeated: "...superpower?"

Outside the door, Wang Lina's voice was slightly mocking, yet mixed with a hint of undisguised envy and inferiority: "She purified the virus. Thanks to her, you were saved."

She paused and added in a low voice, "She's really amazing! I can't compare to her at all."

Tang Yin frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed softly, and said in a soft tone: "Wang Lina, you are also very charming."

There was silence outside the door for a moment, and then her sudden voice came, with a hint of urgency and stubbornness: "Then go out with me!"

Tang Yin's heart faltered, but he heard her continue, her tone filled with a fierceness that almost broke her heart: "Then play with me! Hold my hand! Take me on a long road trip on your motorcycle! Hold me tightly in bed all day!"

The voice became lower and lower, until it almost choked: "...Then, open the door..."

Tang Yin stood behind the door, his fingers resting lightly on the doorknob. A pang of pain pierced his heart, and he almost subconsciously wanted to unlock the door, but his rationality, like shackles, held him in place. He knew that opening the door would only send her the wrong signal.

False joy will only bring greater despair.

In the end, he still didn't open the door.

Wang Lina outside the door was silent for a long time, as if she finally understood something. Her voice was weak but filled with deep fatigue: "...liar..."

Tang Yin's throat seemed to be blocked. After a moment, he whispered, "Did I lie?"

Wang Lina's voice suddenly rose, almost hysterical. "Even if you didn't lie, why did you give me hope and then destroy it? Now you still think you didn't lie. That's too much..."

Her voice was filled with tears, anger mixed with despair: "...That's too much...Coward..."

“…That’s terrible…I…”

Tang Yin closed his eyes and clenched his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He knew very well that this accusation wasn't directed solely at him. By blaming me, she was indirectly blaming herself.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that he was still too naive.

Clearly refusing to promise her a future, yet still wanting to help her, is the behavior of a dreamer or a hypocrite. At the end, he still has to be prepared to never see her again in this life.

However, that will have to wait until we say goodbye on the physical level.

Tang Yin knew very well that for a homeless woman like her, he might be her last refuge. But no matter what, they could no longer escape this thick fog.

The voices outside the door suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then a voice so low that it was almost inaudible came out: "Just reject me clearly."

Tang Yin leaned against the door, staring at the dim ceiling with empty eyes.

No matter what they did, they would not have an optimistic ending this time. Deep in the thick fog, only endless darkness awaited them.

The worst-case scenario was that she would disappear into the thick fog again. Tang Yin leaned against the door, his expression grave, his eyes downcast. His hand touched the doorknob several times, but he wouldn't turn it. He knew Wang Lina was on the verge of losing control. Opening the door might soothe her for a moment, but for the future, it would only push her into deeper despair.

Can it be treated as an "unsolvable gender issue"?
Tang Yin took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart.

"...I..." He spoke slowly, his voice low and hesitant.

However, before he could finish his words, a cold voice suddenly came from outside.

"What are you doing, Lina?"

It's floral dew.

Tang Yin was startled. He peered through the crack in the door and saw Hua Lu looming at the end of the dim corridor. She was wearing a plain long dress, her arms folded, her tone calm and restrained, with a hint of displeasure.

Wang Lina paused, as if her thoughts were interrupted, then sneered, her tone mocking: "It's nothing, it just exposed my shameful and ugly appearance."

Hua Lu frowned slightly, and her tone became even colder: "We must observe physical restraints at night. Moreover, Mr. Tang Yin is the guardian of snakes and is in danger at any time. In this situation, your heart is too big."

There was a hint of blame in his words, but it felt more like a warning.

Wang Lina raised her head, her eyes gloomy, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Hua Lu, aren't you outside too?"

"I'm from the Hua family, and keeping watch is my job." Hua Lu said calmly, as if she was stating a very ordinary fact.

"That's just an excuse!" Wang Lina almost shrieked, a flash of anger in her eyes. "Whether you keep watch or not, the people who are destined to die will still die. If something really happens, what can you do, Hualu?"

Hua Lu's expression froze for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing across her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: "That..."

"Besides, who can guarantee that you, Hualu, are not a wolf?" Wang Lina stared at her coldly, her eyes full of suspicion and hostility.

"Wang Lina, stop talking." Tang Yin finally spoke, his voice low but with an unquestionable majesty.

However, Wang Lina seemed not to hear him. His words only intensified her emotions. "You are the head of the Hua family. You are beautiful and have a noble character. Although you are not well-liked in the Hidden Mist Village, everyone thinks you are a good person."

Her voice gradually rose, her tone filled with obvious jealousy and resentment. "Besides, everyone in Baifeng Village respects and admires you. You already have a place to stay—why aren't you satisfied?!"

"Lina!?" Tang Yin frowned, with a hint of suppressed anger in his tone.

"Don't scream so intimately!!" Wang Lina turned her head abruptly, her face distorted with anger, tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes.

"——Maybe! Hualu is the wolf, right? Maybe she's the villain, and everything is just her acting!?"

Hua Lu looked at her coldly, without any fluctuation in her expression, and said lightly: "I am human."

"Everyone says that!" Wang Lina's voice was sharp, almost shouting, "The most important thing is whether others believe it! And that...superpower thing...!"

Her gaze moved back and forth between Hua Lu and Tang Yin, her eyes filled with anxiety and pain, as if she would collapse in the next second.

Tang Yin stood behind the door, his brow furrowed, a complex wave of emotions swirling within him. A thick fog obscured everything outside, but he clearly sensed that the deepest fog lay within the human heart.

Wang Lina's voice pierced the silence of the night, filled with hysterical anger and despair: "You gained everyone's trust through your superpowers, didn't you?! You gained Tang Yin's love through your superpowers, didn't you?!"

Her eyes were red and tear-streaked, and she stared at Hua Lu intently, as if venting all her emotions: "...How could I possibly be your opponent!!"

Her voice gradually trembled, and her intense emotions reached a peak: "I have nothing! You have everything! Even Tang Yin was taken away by you. This is too much, too much - you are greedy! "

Her body trembled slightly, her hands clenched into fists, her nails almost digging into her palms. Her angry cry seemed to declare war on Hua Lu, but Tang Yin knew that she did not want to hurt Hua Lu.

She just wanted to hurt herself, completely.

Tang Yin stood behind the door, his eyes complicated, and his hand holding the door handle loosened again. What else could I say when I could only bring her harm?

Hua Lu was silent for a moment, her eyes as calm as water, seemingly unaffected by Wang Lina's words. She raised her head slightly, her voice calm, yet tinged with a hint of sadness: "...You misunderstood."

Wang Lina was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and then she asked sharply: "What do you mean!"

Hua Lu's expression remained calm and cool, without changing at all. "Mr. Tang Yin only gave me a moment of hope, only lent me his heart for a moment."

Her voice was soft, but every word was clear, like an invisible knife, cutting through Wang Lina's emotions: "In fact, Mr. Tang Yin rejected my shameful wish. Even when he was on the verge of death, he rejected me openly."

Wang Lina's pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes: "...You're lying, do you think I can't see it?"

Hualu lowered her eyelids, and a faint, almost invisible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she was mocking herself, but also like some kind of tired relief: "It's better to say that I am the one who has nothing."

She raised her head and looked at Wang Lina, her eyes deep and distant, with an almost transparent loneliness: "I carry the Hua family crest, history and beliefs, but other than that, I am just a shell without a soul."

Her voice was low, as if coming from the depths of her heart: "I no longer have a place to stay. I don't even have anyone to rely on."

Wang Lina was stunned, her lips slightly opened, but she couldn't say anything.

Hualu tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the thick fog in the distance, and her voice carried a hint of weariness: "I have already dedicated my body and soul to Qianming God."

"...What do you mean?" Wang Lina's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"After the fog clears," Hualu said slowly, her tone becoming light and resolute, "I will sort out the remaining affairs, hand Xiaome over to the police outside, and then wander the world, looking for my home."

She paused, her eyes returning to Wang Lina, with a gentleness that was almost pity: “But you and I are different.”

Wang Lina raised her head with a complicated expression, as if she was hurt by her words, but was unwilling to admit it.

Hualu smiled slightly, her tone soft but firm: "After the fog dissipates, the Hidden Mist Village will definitely accept you. Your cheerfulness, your strength, and your gentleness."

Her voice fell softly, like a feather floating into the silence of the night: "Wang Lina, to the survivors, you are their hope."

Wang Lina's tears silently fell again, her lips trembling, but she could no longer refute a word. In the thick fog, Hua Lu's figure seemed to become increasingly blurred, as if she would be swallowed up by the dark night at any moment.

(End of this chapter)