Super Thor urbain

Chapitre 96

Ever since he kissed her in Tangjiabao, their relationship seemed to be set. Who could have imagined that such a series of events would follow?

That woman gave everything for him, and after she died, he still regretted it and chose to go and be with her.

In the same situation, however, Nangong Xue chose herself.

Should we be angry at him for being heartless? Even if he was heartless to her, wasn't Nangong Xue just as heartless to Tang Kesi? It can only be said that, in matters of the heart, most women are selfish and want to possess "him" completely.

Looking at the pale face on the bed, Yang Nianqing shook her head: "Brother Nangong might wake up. He hasn't eaten anything all day, so it's more convenient for me to stay here and keep watch..."

silence.

"When he left, he asked me to take good care of you, but... Brother Nangong was unusually happy, so when you were leaving, I couldn't say anything."

He Bi turned and walked out.

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Would he worry about himself?

No, he should be afraid that if something happened to him, he would feel even more guilty...

Yang Nianqing was lost in thought when a hand suddenly reached out from the side and gently took hers. Startled, she exclaimed happily, "You're awake?"

In that instant, her smile became so captivating again.

Nangong Xue leaned against the headboard, quietly watching her. Her phoenix eyes regained their usual melancholy and complexity, and the cheerful and bright look that had appeared in the carriage was gone.

Looking into those eyes, Yang Nianqing suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Why had things turned out this way?

"How...are you feeling now?"

There was no response.

After a while.

He looked around and said softly, "I'm back."

She didn't keep her promise and eventually came back.

Even though she was back, she couldn't let him down. Yang Nianqing immediately blinked and said, "It's not that I'm back, it's just that I'm resting for two days. We'll go home when you're better."

go home?

He smiled slightly, but his gaze gradually dimmed.

Their home?

After a long silence, he suddenly released her hand: "Would you mind going to ask Brother Qiu to come over?"

Yang Nianqing was taken aback. (The A8)

There were clearly servants waiting outside the door, so why did he insist on making her go? She knew perfectly well that if she went out, she would definitely see… What did he mean by this?!

She suppressed her anger and stood up: "I'll have them go and call them."

“No need,” he interrupted her with a smile. “Brother Qiu doesn’t like seeing outsiders, and they can’t explain it clearly either. I’d appreciate it if you could go for me. I suppose Brother Li has already returned. Please send your regards to him as well.”

Yang Nianqing was stunned.

Why would he do this? He's already hinted so clearly at "our family"—could it all just be wishful thinking on his part? No, when that sword came at him, he stood up to shield him, and on the carriage, his pure joy was absolutely genuine.

Just because he "came back"?

So what if she came back? She didn't intend to disappoint him. Didn't he know what she meant? Or was she not as important to him as he thought? Or was he feeling guilty, pushing her out for the sake of friendship? What do these grown men take her for!

Yang Nianqing suddenly became very angry.

Before making a decision, you don't even ask me?

However, upon seeing that pale face, all the anger in my heart immediately dissipated.

She looked into his eyes in bewilderment, seeking answers, but his gentle, melancholic phoenix eyes had already slowly closed, no longer looking at her.

"Brother Nangong..."

“You go first,” he interrupted her abruptly, regaining his usual elegance, his tone strangely distant. “I’ll rest for a bit. Remember to tell Brother Qiu to come over quickly.”

He remained silent for a long while.

Yang Nianqing walked out.

He slowly opened his eyes and stared silently at the door. Twilight crept into the room, carrying a thin layer of desolation and sorrow, veiling his handsome face.

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Sure enough, just as I reached the corner of the veranda, I saw that familiar and bright white expanse, still so conspicuous in the shadows of twilight.

He wouldn't approach Nangong Xue in front of her, but instead waited here.

She thought she had let go long ago, but seeing him again still caused a pang of pain in her heart. Didn't he tell her to leave back then? What does this mean now? In less than a month, she'd been tossed around by two men. The most ridiculous thing is, just as the one inside was being pushed out, another was already waiting outside. Is this a blessing or an irony?

Yang Nianqing took a deep breath, trying to pretend she didn't see anything and slip away.

"Why are you leaving?" a magnetic voice asked.

Pretending not to hear... Yang Nianqing reminded herself silently and walked forward quickly.

His arm was grabbed. (8e)

He sighed softly: "Why are you leaving?"

Why are you leaving? He actually asked her why she was leaving. Yang Nianqing found it funny instead. Wasn't that what he said himself, "Go away"? He was so unwilling to see her back then.

She was already angry, so she simply looked up at him and said, "You're just getting in my way. What are you doing here?"

Li You was stunned.

Yang Nianqing struggled to break free from the grasp of that hand and fled as if she were running away.

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There was a small bird perched on the table.

Half of its wing drooped limply, its feathers still stained with blood, clearly indicating an injury. Its two black bean-like eyes were half-open and half-closed, devoid of any luster. Its small body was curled up in the corner of the table, shivering slightly.

Upon hearing that Nangong Xue had invited her, Qiu Bailu frowned and said indifferently, "I know."

Yang Nianqing couldn't help but look at the little bird: "What's wrong with it?"

"The wing is broken." A nonchalant voice.

For a bird, what could be more cruel than losing its wings? Yang Nianqing couldn't help but feel pity, but thinking that the person in front of her was a great doctor, she asked hopefully, "Then... can it be cured?"

Qiu Bailu glanced at her: "No."

Yang Nianqing was heartbroken.

The little creature opened its eyes weakly, as if it understood its predicament. It let out two mournful cries before its little head drooped down again. From that moment on, the sky no longer belonged to it.

silence.

Just as Yang Nianqing was about to reach out to touch it, a hand snatched it up before she could.

The hand was beautiful, each finger looking strong. Yet, it was far too big for this little creature, so big that it completely enveloped it, so big that it could control its fate.

A small head peeked out, perhaps from pain, or perhaps from curiosity; its two dark eyes were wide open, gazing at him with a sorrowful and helpless expression.

His ordinary face didn't show much expression.

Before Yang Nianqing could react, the hand suddenly tightened!

She cried out, "What are you doing!"

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With fingers spread out, in the palm of my hand, the little bird still lies peacefully, but it will never move again.

Looking into those round little eyes, I suddenly felt an indescribable sadness. However, the murderer in front of me remained expressionless, as if he had just done something extremely ordinary.

"No living thing in the world should be trampled on at will. If a person does not even understand this principle, he does not deserve to live in this world."

This person, now, has no qualms about doing such a cruel thing!

Yang Nianqing glared at him.

"It can no longer fly," he said calmly, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Even if I don't do anything, it will die sooner or later, and it will die a more gruesome death."

A bird that loses its wings loses its life.

Yang Nianqing was still indignant: "Whether it lives or dies is not for you to decide. We can raise it; it may not necessarily die."

Qiu Bailu scoffed, "It should be in the sky if it's alive, not here. Even if it lives a wretched life, what's the point?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Yang Nianqing lowered her head.

The faint voice rang out again: "Since you can no longer fly back to the sky, and you can't even control your own life and death, there's no need for you to stay in this world any longer."

Yes, they can't even control their own life or death...

Yang Nianqing stared at the small corpse, her face turning pale.

Seeing her distraught expression, Qiu Bailu was taken aback. Her gaze gradually sharpened, carrying a hint of coldness, as if she were surprised, or perhaps suspicious.

for a long time.

Yang Nianqing suddenly raised her head.

“You’re not it, how do you know its life is meaningless?” She stared intently at him. “You yourself said that everything with life should be cherished, that life is beautiful, and that it might really want to live.”

Qiu Bailu was stunned. (24)

"Although it can no longer return to the sky because it is being kept by humans, as long as it is alive, it can understand the human world, see many new things and events, and watch other birds fly. It is much better than being dead."

She looked at him and smiled: "No matter where you are, it's good to be alive."

No matter what misfortunes may occur, just being alive is good enough. Aren't all people in this world trying their best to live?

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"Therefore, you have no right to make decisions for it."

After a moment of stunned silence, Qiu Bailu regained her usual aloofness. The hint of mockery faded, replaced by a strange radiance that Yang Nianqing had never seen before.

"Let's go."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out.

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