Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Lin Ci'an's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, suddenly fell back to earth, followed by a feeling of fear and exhaustion that almost drowned him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After confirming that the wound was not serious, he raised his eyes and looked at Chu Ziyu.

Then he ran into a pair of lifeless eyes.

It was not the anger he had expected, nor the humiliation, nor even the confusion and emptiness he had seen when being controlled by the insect.

It was a gaze that was...almost void.

It was as if all the light had been sucked away, leaving only a silent and dead ashes.

There was no hatred, no resentment, as if even any emotion towards Lin Ci'an had been completely wiped out.

That look was like the coldest ice water, instantly extinguishing all of Lin Ci'an's fear, relief, and even crazy possessiveness, leaving only a bone-chilling, slowly spreading chill.

(He regretted it.)

He once thought that as long as he kept the person by his side, hatred and resentment would eventually be resolved.

He even meanly enjoyed the uncontrollable dependence and enthusiasm that Chu Ziyu showed because of the insect, even though he knew it was fake.

The immense sorrow and regret overwhelmed Lin Ci'an like a tide.

He would rather Chu Ziyu pounce on him, beat him, and curse him at this moment than ignore him so calmly and completely.

He stood there, looking at the ashes of nothingness in Chu Ziyu's eyes, and for the first time he clearly realized—

It seemed like he had done something really wrong, extremely wrong.

He slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips moved slightly. The power exerted by the mother Gu quietly receded like a tide.

Chu Ziyu felt that the invisible pressure around him suddenly disappeared. His body softened and he staggered back uncontrollably.

Lin Ci'an immediately stepped forward and reached out to support him.

"do not come."

His voice was soft.

There was no intense emotion, but it frightened Lin Ci'an more than any scream.

He suddenly stopped and didn't dare to move forward for fear of irritating him.

Chu Ziyu steadied himself, not looking at him, but with his eyelashes slightly lowered, his gaze fell on the glaring red on his chest, and a very faint and bitter arc appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Lin Ci'an..."

He spoke, his voice as light as a feather, yet filled with exhaustion and a deep sorrow, "I know you hate me."

He slowly raised his eyes, and those empty eyes finally looked at Lin Ci'an again. There were no tears in them, only a dry desolation.

"Since the first time... under the corridor of the palace banquet, you forced me under the influence of alcohol..."

His voice paused, as if the memory itself carried an unbearable weight.

"Later... you used those unbearable threats to force me to obey..."

"Then you planted this poisonous insect in me..."

His fingertips curled up unconsciously, as if he could still feel the horror of being controlled by invisible threads.

"It makes me lose my mind sometimes, and act in a way that I hate to please you..."

With every word he spoke, Lin Ci'an's face turned paler. Those facts that he had deliberately ignored or distorted were revealed by Chu Ziyu in such a calm and desperate tone, and were spread out bloodily between the two of them.

"now……"

There was a slight tremor in Chu Ziyu's voice, as if he could no longer bear the huge absurdity and sorrow.

"You're even going to take away this last bit of my own thoughts and strength...

"you tell me……"

He looked at Lin Ci'an, his eyes filled with pure, undisguised pain and confusion, like a child who couldn't find a way out. "What am I in your eyes?"

“Is it an object you can tinker with?

Or is he just a puppet...whose life and death cannot be decided by himself?"

His voice was still low, even with a strange calmness, but every word was like a blunt knife, slowly and cruelly cutting Lin Ci'an's heart.

"If you hate me so much..."

Chu Ziyu gently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a fragile shadow on his pale face. His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "Why did you save me in the first place..."

The blackening value is reduced by 20%, and the current blackening value is 30%.

The last sentence was light, but it was like a final judgment, completely nailing Lin Ci'an to the cross of shame and regret.

All his paranoia, possessiveness, and even his self-righteous "love" seemed so ugly and unbearable under Chu Ziyu's calm accusation.

He stood there, as if all his strength had been drained away, without even the courage to defend himself.

"……no."

Lin Ci'an's voice was extremely dry, almost out of tune, with a paleness that even he himself couldn't convince himself of, "I don't hate you... I..."

He tried to explain, but found that any language seemed extremely empty and ridiculous at this moment.

Explain what?

Explain that he hates him because of resentment from a past life?

Explain that he became crazy because he couldn't get the love he wanted?

Explain that he did whatever he wanted because he was afraid of losing?

Even he himself could not accept these reasons.

Everything he did was nothing more than hatred. Even... it was even more despicable than hatred.