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The young man couldn't comprehend everything he was experiencing, even though his beating heart had already fully conveyed his feelings at this moment.
Why did she suddenly confess?
Why did she suddenly confess?
It hasn't been that long since we met, and we haven't even had that much offline interaction. Vil-V, your favorability has increased a bit too quickly.
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22. Please... leave Aili Xiya!
Even if it's a freebie, it shouldn't be like this. Moreover, I don't seem to have anything remarkable about me. I'm just ordinary, with the talent of a normal person. My Honkai energy resistance hasn't even been tested for its level.
Though there's a 90% chance it's a bust.
Hmm... it's not entirely true that we haven't spent time together. With Vil-V's talent, if she really wanted to find someone's information, it shouldn't be much harder than drinking water.
Perhaps the lack of offline interaction was only for me.
She already knew everything about me.
Vil-V at this time hadn't yet reached the point of extreme self-loathing later on, where she almost completely gave up on herself and relied entirely on being a trickster to live, even though she was already at the peak of self-consumption, she hadn't completely broken down.
At this darkest point in time, if someone pulled her out, the result of offering timely help might indeed lead to a very high level of favorability.
The answer to love is the desire to be seen; it is shared trauma that allows people to see each other.
It's just... is Vil-V that brave?
Or perhaps... [The girl already held a do-or-die mindset.]
[You can clearly feel this, feel the fear on Vil-V's body, a fear that seems to penetrate her bones, almost replacing the inferiority and weakness that should always be clinging to her at this moment...]
[No.]
[You are not so foolish as to lose even your judgment.]
[This is not a replacement, but an intensification.]
[At most, it's wrapped in a layer of fear, but internally it's still self-distrust brought on by inferiority. If you really made any rejecting moves, the girl might truly fall into an endless abyss because of it.]
[This isn't even something that can be solved by so-called high emotional intelligence dialogue. There's no turning back, and even standing still is a torment.]
[This is a very irrational act, something even a normal person would be unlikely to do, after all, the time difference in meeting is far, far too great.]
[But perhaps for Vil-V, watching you play the role of a 'Boiling Sheep' is even harder to accept than her own downfall.]
[When something she cherishes is wantonly trampled upon and disregarded by others, this act is essentially trampling upon herself, even a deeper level of trampling upon herself, an absolute and ultimate spiritual insult.]
[Unintentionally, the other party might also have become a 'Boiling Sheep', and an even more ridiculous, more dramatic one—a 'Boiling Sheep' of a 'Boiling Sheep'.]
[Your next choice will change your life, Vil-V's, and Aili Xiya's.]
[Option One: You decide to reject Vil-V's confession, adhere to your initial idea, and travel with Aili Xiya.]
[Option Two: You decide neither to reject nor accept. Anyway, the girl is so obedient, she won't hate you even if you string her along for a few more years.]
[Option Three: You decide to accept Vil-V's confession. You can't stand being around Aili Xiya all day, but your status might not even be as good as a passerby.]
[Please choose—]
"..."
"What is there to choose?"
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, his index finger hovering gently in the air—the three options before him seemed fair, but in reality, they pointed to only one.
Acceptance and rejection.
This was equivalent to a question he had once seen online.
You are an ordinary passerby. When you see Fat Tiger bullying Da Xiong, you have three choices: help Da Xiong, watch from the sidelines, or help Fat Tiger.
But no matter whether you choose to watch from the sidelines or help Fat Tiger, in reality, you are bullying Da Xiong.
The options before him were similar.
A do-or-die situation leaves no room for waiting.
The girl had already taken a crucial step forward, it was a dead end, a dead end where she could only go forward, with no path behind her. As soon as she stepped, she would immediately fall into an abyss. She could only keep moving forward, and there had to be a path to move forward.
This description might not be specific enough. What if spikes were added to the path?
Staying put would be torture until the path beneath her feet shattered. The only difference was that one was psychological, the other physiological.
Essentially, both pointed to the same outcome: falling into an abyss, literally falling into an abyss.
Given this, there was clearly only one option now.
The young man unhesitatingly clicked the third option.
He was an emotional person; emotion could, when necessary, override reason. In real life, it might not be that simple. Without facing the greatest crisis, no one could truly say what their essence was, but... this was just a simulation.
This was merely a simulation with perfect sensory experience.
If even a simulation couldn't be satisfying, then a person so timid and indecisive had little meaning in living. 'Gou' (to muddle through) and 'gou' (dog) are different.
—
Silence.
Silence.
Still only silence.
This question seemed extremely difficult for the young man; no change in expression could be seen on his face, only his dark eyes were lost in thought.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
It was as if even a falling needle would sound deafening.
It was only a few seconds, yet it felt as long as an endless eternity. The girl felt as if she was falling into an abyss, losing all perception of the world.
People with strong inferiority and self-loathing, even with complete preparation, would fall into self-doubt and hesitation when standing before the outcome.
Moreover, this was essentially just an uncontrollable surge of emotion, a volcano that could no longer be contained or blocked, her first eruption in life.
Is he going to reject me?
Is he going to reject me?
Is he going to reject me?
He must be.
He definitely will.
Who would accept an offensive request from someone so incompetent and insecure?
She couldn't even manage herself, couldn't even live alone. If the young man were missing from her life, she would probably fall back into self-consumption.
Perhaps this self-consumption would be even more terrifying than before; it would no longer just be self-negation that could be alleviated by becoming another person.
Ultimately, I can't compare to Aili Xiya, whether in looks, talent, charm, wisdom... not even in the time we met.
—How could I possibly compare to Aili Xiya!
Such a perfect, flawless, faultless girl, like a fairy in paradise, and she was even the young man's childhood friend.
She had accompanied the young man's life since childhood, and had never left him for a single day until now.
—How could I possibly compare!
Vil-V bit her lower lip in fear, goosebumps rising all over her body. An indescribable sense of déjà vu surged in her heart. She subconsciously stepped back a few paces, her legs weak, wanting to stand up and run away immediately.
Yes... run... run.
Just run away.
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23. I accept it, Vil-V
Whether it's self-deception or burying her head in the sand, as long as she ran away, as long as she hid, as long as she couldn't see this world, the world wouldn't hurt her. As long as she didn't know the answer, she would never be hurt.
Why must she stand here and endure suffering that she could have avoided, escaped, or even watched as an observer?
The girl bit her rosy lower lip hard, allowing blood to seep through her perfect skin, covering her thin red lips with a seductive color.
She would rather clench her hands tightly, letting her nails, which had become too busy because of the young man and were even forgotten to be trimmed, gently pierce her fair palms.
But she was unwilling to move her feet even an inch, to retreat even an inch.
No.
Don't run away anymore.
This, this alone, absolutely not.
The young man's past help to her reappeared before her eyes... helping her refuse unreasonable requests, helping her build confidence, willing to spend several hours every day chatting with her, an incompetent and emotionally scattered person.
If she had to continue watching such a gentle young man be ignored by Aili Xiya, his daily help only earning him the status and position of a stranger.
If she had to continue watching this wonderful young man express his complaints so gently, even still caring for that extravagant girl—so extravagant that she could disregard the young man, treating him like an ordinary person.
If she absolutely had to watch all of this, then it would be better... better to just end it like this... "—I accept it."
...Huh?
?
?
???
????
Looking at the young man's dark eyes, which held a gentle smile, and his lips that curved upwards every day, the girl showed a dazed expression from information overload.
"Eh..."
"Eh."
"Eh?!"
Perhaps immersed in the whirlpool of self-consumption and unable to extricate herself, Vil-V didn't even hear the young man's tone at first, still wallowing in self-pity, and had even unconsciously imagined all the outcomes, all the bad outcomes.
Actions come from the drive of self-will. If one never had confidence in oneself, then besides relying on one's talent to push through.
Would anything truly be special?