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Chapter 614: That Other Person's Simp (35)

“That’s it, Ah Shu,” Jing Xuan gently parted his pale lips and squatted down further, almost at eye level with Song Zhi Shu. He reached out, wanting to touch her face, but when he touched the blood-stained area, he casually put his hand down. His voice, as light as smoke, was about to dissipate: “I have never had any emotions, I have never felt anything.”

Song Zhishu had no choice but to turn her head away from his gaze to breathe some fresh air and calm her mind.

Jingxuan never touched her in the slightest. He patiently waited for Song Zhishu to look at him again. Even if it wasn't the stirring of her emotions, just one glance at him would be enough.

"Ah Shu, I'm sorry. I was selfish and made my own choice," he murmured without disappointment before Song Zhishu turned around, "I've ruined you to this extent."

Even if Chang Sheng and Su Chengrui's mistakes are unforgivable, Ke Jingxuan will never feel that her mistakes can be offset by the mistakes of the two of them.

He was not a demon born from the eternal darkness of night, yet he was completely untouched by the pure, vibrant white snow.

Yes, outwardly he is such a pure and radiant being, yet he reveals a vicious soul that cannot be tamed by years of wind and snow.

Cold, aloof, and naive, always thinking only of her own interests, she is more like a stubborn, unyielding mirror than snow.

Jingxuan is a mixture of pure, primal, chaotic evil and the empathy that touches even the smallest sparks of understanding. He has never been benevolent, yet he is also deeply empathetic.

Therefore, after making a move that could be considered a fatal blow to Song Zhishu, he realized he was wrong. When Song Zhishu showed resistance towards him, he also knew he was unforgivable. But if he had to choose again, he would naturally use this most direct way to make his feelings clear.

Jingxuan knew that unless he personally experienced this excruciating, yet reborn, numbness, he would never be able to fully trust his own judgment: because he had never liked anyone before, which was not a fair decision for Song Zhishu, nor for himself.

That's it—pure, yet not snow; malevolent, yet not demonic.

“I know whether or not to forgive is A-Shu’s business, and I don’t necessarily need A-Shu’s forgiveness,” Jingxuan pursed her lips, her silvery-white light shimmering with broken scales: “But if I don’t tell A-Shu these things, then all I’m doing is meaningless.”

His gaze was intense, yet it did not harm Song Zhishu in the slightest.

His sudden, gentle smile brightened the chilly seasons, making every stone and tree seem delicate and charming. The gray ice that had been floating for over a decade swayed and drifted down, bringing joy to people and drawing in a gentle breeze.

"I like, A-Shu." Seeing Song Zhishu, who had been breathing rapidly, completely stop and then look back at him incredulously, Jingxuan's eyes curved into a smile, his breath and tone light yet solemn.

“I like it, Ah-Shu.”

fall

It seems to be a season when peach blossoms should be in bloom.

Jingxuan seemed to be saying goodbye; his eyes, which had been cleansed of countless dust, dimmed for a fleeting moment.

He practices medicine and saves lives without turning anyone away, only caring about maximizing his own benefit. If it weren't for the protagonist's plot armor, this Newbi tribe wouldn't have been able to hold him back.

Treating Ah-Shu was probably the worst possible outcome for Jing-Xuan.

But this is what he deserves.

"Don't worry, Ashu. I just wanted to come see you. If I miss you in the future, I will still come."

Jingxuan didn't even ask Song Zhishu for an answer. In his eyes, the little female and he were already mortal enemies. So he didn't use a questioning tone when he asked her, because he knew that even if Song Zhishu refused, he wouldn't be able to suppress his desire to see her.

Just let him take a look.

He overstepped his bounds today.

“I will definitely heal A-Shu’s injuries. A-Shu has always been beautiful.” Thinking of how the little female would admire herself every morning by the river, Jingxuan couldn’t help but curl her lips slightly: “A-Shu doesn’t need to worry about food and clothing. A-Shu deserves the best. What I give you is what you deserve.”

He had said almost everything he wanted to say. Even though his spinal cord was squeezing every pore of his body, making him wish he could say one more word, Jingxuan didn't want to upset the little female anymore.

He moved his right hand, which was now completely numb, still wanting to touch the little female's face. But he was covered in blood and couldn't bear to touch the soft, white lavender.

Jingxuan paused, then seemed about to turn around and go back.

Goodbye

small female

He silently uttered a phrase in his heart, and an unprecedented, piercing pain pierced his vision, making him feel dizzy and disoriented. The desolate autumn scenery piled up into a valley of maple trees, making the flickering lamplight not dance, dragging him down to the prison.

"Amazing!"

Song Zhishu's voice is always soft, clear, and melodious; with a wave of her hand, she can conjure up a long moon.

Jingxuan felt her previously congealed blood flow back, her heart pounded even harder, and her temperature rose sharply, boiling intensely.

He turned his head with some difficulty, only to see Song Zhishu's delicate, white wrist restraining his unsightly wrist. His gaze rose to her red-rimmed eyes, blurred by the autumn wind and streaked with tears by the autumn frost. "A-Shu…" His previously sluggish brain suddenly began to race. Jing Xuan immediately turned back, stunned, pondering the reason for Song Zhishu's tears. After a long while, he hurriedly whispered, "Don't cry… don't cry… I promise I'll leave. I won't come to see you without your permission again. Don't be sad, don't be afraid…"

Hearing his frantic words, Song Zhishu, who was already sobbing, cried even harder, shouting, "Who told you this?!"

Jingxuan was stunned when the only reason Song Zhishu had cried that she had thought of was denied. She stood there dumbfounded, wanting to say something, but afraid of saying the wrong thing, so she shut her mouth.

At this moment, Song Zhishu spoke up again: "Hurry up and heal your injuries! Otherwise, I'll cry myself unconscious!"

These words were practically a death knell. Jing Xuan sprang to life, stammering an "okay" in response to Song Zhishu. He rummaged through the herb basket specially brought for Song Zhishu, selecting suitable herbs with the fastest speed he'd ever used since his medical appointment, and began working right before Song Zhishu's eyes. Watching his movements, Song Zhishu genuinely wondered if this creature felt any pain. The sheer scale and strength he displayed made her gasp in horror.

Finally, when everything was over and the dust settled, Jingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked straight at Song Zhishu. Only when she saw that the other woman had finally stopped crying did she feel at ease.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but he had so many questions to ask that he didn't know where to begin.

Who knew that Song Zhishu would strike first, coldly asking, "You were just talking to yourself, not giving me a chance to speak at all. You don't like me."

Jingxuan: Hmm?

He thought back and realized that the little female hadn't said a word, but it wasn't his fault. Didn't the little female need to breathe on her own?

Before he could speak, Song Zhishu launched another attack: "I told you to treat my injuries from the beginning, but you didn't. You didn't listen to me. You don't like me."