Chapter 106: Chasm

"Qiaoqiao, happy birthday."

Qiao Suisui's nose turned red, and she used the action of closing her eyes to make a wish to cover up the struggle in her eyes.

Zongfang watched her quietly, laughter accumulating in his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "What wish did you make?"

Qiao Suisui lowered her eyes, and hearing him ask this, her eyelashes trembled slightly, saying: "I want a life controlled by myself." After saying this, she didn't look at Zongfang, whose smile had frozen on his lips, and blew out the candle abruptly, also blowing out the light in her heart.

Originally, all the lights in the palace had been turned off to create an atmosphere. After the candle went out, the two stood in the dim darkness.

Qiao Suisui thought of the message A Jin had sent, her gaze darkened. She didn't take the cake in his hand, but looked up at him lightly, saying extremely calmly: "Zongfang, I've thought about it seriously these past few days, we are not suitable."

The silver pupils shrank sharply, Zongfang's voice was low: "Don't say it."

"I don't want to continue with your..."

"Don't say it!"

Zongfang turned his head away, his eyes deep. Because of the light, no one could see his expression.

"What do I have to do for you to forgive me?"

Qiao Suisui shook her head and said seriously: "It's not that, I don't blame you. You don't need to apologize to me either. It's just that I really feel our personalities are not suitable."

Zongfang laughed at himself, "Who is suitable? Sikesaisi? Laiboli? Or that little... by your side?" His teeth were almost crushed, but he insisted on not spitting out the last two words. He didn't know whether his not daring to ask at this moment was because he didn't want to lose control of his emotions in front of her, or because he didn't dare to hear her answer.

The man took a deep breath, closed his eyes to suppress the anger in his eyes, adjusted, and opened them again, saying in a low voice: "If you feel it's not suitable, at least tell me the problem, I can change."

He gently scooped her wrist, his thumb rubbing her wrist bone, full of helplessness and pleading: "Why do you give me the death penalty just like that?"

She looked straight into the depths of his eyes and said: "There is an unbridgeable difference between us."

She really wanted to be with him properly... but he was really too unstable...

"You want to love me when you want to love me, and throw me away when you want to throw me away, Qiao Suisui, on what basis? If I hadn't been pestering you, would we still be standing here talking?"

"Do you really think everything between us relies on your reluctance?" Qiao Suisui shook off his hand, looked up and stared at him, saying: "You think you imprison me, lock me in a space, don't let me contact others, usually as long as I talk to others a few more words you will suspect, threatening to kill the other party. If you were me, would you fall in love with such a person?"

Zongfang was speechless.

"Even so, I still wanted to try to be with you. I clearly knew you were willful and overbearing, but I still fantasized that we could balance the differences in this relationship..."

He stood frozen in place, the blockage in his chest making it difficult for him to breathe, and when he spoke, his voice became dry: "Then let's try one more time, this time I promise, Qiaoqiao, I really promise, I will do it well..."

"You killed Ximeng, right?"

A Jin sent a message of persuasion to retreat tactfully, and simply told her the ins and outs of the matter, stating that the Ximeng family had already left harsh words to hunt her down. Seeing the school's expulsion notice, Qiao Suisui stared at that message for a long time.

She felt she had become a piece of driftwood in the boundless deep sea, no matter how desperately she wanted to control the direction, she was still pushed by the waves to go where she had to go.

Not knowing why she suddenly brought this up, Zongfang pursed his lips and didn't speak, his face gloomy to the extreme, and it took a long time for him to squeeze three words out of his teeth: "He deserved to die."

Qiao Suisui smiled bitterly, "Look, is a person so easy to change? You only know this one way to deal with problems."

"What's the problem? He almost made you lose your life, I only killed him, that's already mercy!"

"Yes, with your strength, of course you can ignore the consequences! But Ximeng is dead, no one will care that you killed him, they only believe what they want to believe! His family has already sued the Federation, my identity can't be used at school, and they will even find ways to kill me to pay for his life!"

The more Qiao Suisui spoke, the colder she became. In the end, she couldn't even raise a trace of desire to argue with him, only feeling powerless. If it weren't for self-protection, she wouldn't have wanted to kill Ximeng at all, even if she knew this was a game world, but everything was so realistic, she couldn't be indifferent to it. She knew Zongfang's violence, but didn't expect him to be so impulsive, and even did it so high-profile.

Clearly the two were so close, but it was like being separated by mountains and seas, difficult to understand each other.

The cake had fallen to the ground at some point. The silent and oppressive atmosphere made Qiao Suisui not want to continue talking. In the very end, only one sentence remained: "I'm tired, I don't want to try anymore."

Zongfang didn't look at her back as she left, but looked at the cake on the ground. The broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, his voice had no ups and downs, like a walking corpse: "The day you were trapped in the library, who did you call first?"

Hearing the sudden question, Qiao Suisui frowned in confusion, then heard him say: "One last question, answer me, and I won't pester you anymore."

She answered truthfully: "A classmate."

The man smiled as if he had known the answer beforehand, without any reaction, asking with his last hope: "The brown-haired one?"

The brown-haired one was Li Yi. She shook her head and said: "My roommate."

Hearing this, Zongfang laughed, laughing extremely bitterly, "Both are classmates, why did you call him first?"

Qiao Suisui was stunned by the question. She hadn't thought about this question, it was completely subconscious at the time. If she had to say why, it was because she only trusted Bi and Li Yi at school, and she called Ka'er because she knew he was nearby, so she took a gamble. And Zongfang's next question left her speechless.

"Even if it's because of the distance, why wasn't it your mentor A Jin, but him?"

A classmate without mental power, what can he help you with?

Zongfang really wanted to ask this, but he felt the answer to this question was too cruel, not to Qiao Suisui, but to himself.

Looking at her frowning and speechless appearance, Zongfang suddenly laughed out loud, as if he had heard something extremely funny. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, bent down and laughed.

Qiao Suisui was frightened by his abnormality, and just as she took a step to see him, she saw Zongfang turn and leave, pushing her in and closing the palace door.

One door, two people.

The person inside the door felt bitter in their heart.

The person outside the door laughed sadly.

His body slid down the door little by little, finally sitting on the ground.

So she really didn't understand anything, not even knowing she liked him. He looked up, laughing uncontrollably. At this moment, he felt like a clown, ridiculous and laughable. Taking a step back, he could tolerate Sikesaisi, could tolerate Laiboli, but couldn't tolerate that youth.

She didn't love him, it didn't matter, he had time to take it slow. Just like the other two men. This was at least a kind of balance.

But once he discovered that she would take the initiative to rely on him, that she would worry, that she even specifically told others to take care of him before leaving, and thought of him at the first opportunity when encountering danger... Zongfang watched her sincerity from the sidelines, only to find that the boundary between liking and not liking was so clear...

His laughter was stiff and persistent, tears kept sliding from the corners of his eyes, until the laughter dried up. He covered his face with both hands, his smile ferocious, and between his fingers, a pair of eyes full of killing intent were revealed.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 107 =====