Chapter 125: Reminiscence

Wang Tingwan raised her head, looking at the city gate ahead; the gate was closed, and some faint green light was reflected in her black pupils.

Those were fireflies dancing in the sky, like elves, flickering with a faint light, giving comfort.

Wang Tingwan let out a breath, gave a sigh, and without looking back at Yang Xin behind her, she walked straight ahead; although Yang Xin felt somewhat displeased in his heart, he still followed.

What Yang Xin didn't understand was that he had already obtained, obtained the result he wanted, yet why did his heart still hurt so much? He felt somewhat guilty, but finally, as Feng Yan became aware, the guilt in his heart disappeared; at that time, Wang Tingwan did not know about this.

Until that day arrived.

On that day, looking at the broken blades scattered on the bed and that letter, Yang Xin knew their friendship had come to an end.

Also that day, he obtained the game's closed-beta qualification from his classmates.

He pulled Wang Tingwan into the game with him, listening to those clichéd rules and that well-known victory condition.

They met again in that game world, at the time they were contending for Ju Ren Guo's treasure; at that moment, looking at each other, both wore looks of astonishment, unable to believe it.

And at that time, he already had that crossbow in his hand.

Moreover, in front of Wang Tingwan, he quietly pulled the trigger.

As the arrow shot out, the sound shattered the temporary tranquility of the cave.

Yang Xin quietly watched Feng Yan, watched the arrow in Feng Yan's chest; red blood kept gushing from his chest, soaking his own coat. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he watched Feng Yan slowly retreat and fall into the pit behind him.

Yang Xin thought, ah, now the game should be over, right. He glanced at Wang Tingwan; she kept staring at the pit where Feng Yan had fallen, silent, while he realized he had been looking at her, yet still did not give her a proper glance.

Yang Xin didn't understand: he and she had been together for nearly three months, and he had secretly loved her for two years, not at all inferior to Feng Yan.

He thought Feng Yan couldn't get into high school; he thought giving himself a chance, when he first saw Feng Yan, his heart's fear outweighed surprise.

That was probably the time when their friendship began to slowly show cracks.

And when Feng Yan said he wanted to make up for the past, their friendship had already been slowly pushed onto the verge of a crumbling cliff.

And the final collapse was merely a matter of time.

He had already fully entered this game; from the initial anxiety and panic, he gradually calmed down.

Only that one thing could never let him let go.

That was the words Feng Yan spoke to Wang Tingwan beneath the giant wolf.

"I can never forget, that you? Just as I awaited the full moon on a rainy night." Feng Yan looked at him again with deep emotion, which also made Yang Xin furious to the extreme.

Yang Xin never understood why Feng Yan still wouldn't give up, why even now he preferred to stay by Wang Tingwan's side, as a sycophant, hoping that one day he could obtain her forgiveness and then reconcile.

Repeated blows and disappointments did not make him give up; only that time when he saw himself and Wang Tingwan holding hands did Feng Yan, for the first time, drink alcohol, and from then on he came to love the taste of baijiu.

The initial mildness turned into bitterness in the throat, then became a burning sensation in the stomach, simultaneously dispelling that bitterness, and finally turned into urine that was expelled.

A cold shiver ended everything, accompanied by a helpless sigh.

Then he thought, it was nothing more than that.

Yang Xin still followed Wang Tingwan's steps, slowly walking toward the city gate, riding the night wind, gradually carrying away his thoughts, leaving only an empty heart.

Do you feel pitiful? Yang Xin thought this way; when he began to deal with Feng Yan in this game, this idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Ah, maybe so, Yang Xin silently nodded, acknowledging it.

Wang Tingwan came before the soldiers; as the city guards were amazed by her appearance, they felt more awe.

A female adventurer—how rare that is.

Wang Tingwan looked at the soldiers before her, took out her badge, expressed her identity, and gently said: "I have a request; please let us two enter the city."

The soldiers first gave no reply, summoned all the guard soldiers over, gave the two a sign to wait, left two soldiers behind, and the rest began to discuss.

A few people together whispered, underestimated, then thought that since there was already an adventurer in the city, they wouldn't mind two more; thus, a few people made that decision.

One of the soldiers approached Wang Tingwan and respectfully said: "As you wish, please go ahead, but it's night now; please walk quietly, don't wake those who are sleeping."

The two nodded and entered the city.

The night city was silent, only darkness and quiet, plus the faint chirping of cicadas.

The stars glittered in the sky; the two walked slowly down the road, hoping to find an inn still open for lodging.

But they never found such an inn.

Thus Yang Xin felt a bit lost, he asked Wang Tingwan: "We're going in circles here; when will we find a place to sleep?"

Just as his words fell, a black shadow appeared before them; when Yang Xin saw it clearly, he couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.

The man before them had an extremely alluring appearance, at times surpassing some women, and with his white robe, he resembled a lily beneath a cliff.

"Are you two entering the city at night worried about finding a place to sleep?" the man said, his soft voice reaching Yang Xin's ears, which made Yang Xin even more certain of something.

This person is either a pervert or a sissy! Or maybe a perverted sissy.

"If you two adventurers don't mind, you can rest at my humble abode, and tomorrow set out to see His Majesty the King." The man spoke again, interrupting Yang Xin's thoughts.

Wang Tingwan nodded and said to Yang Xin: "Then let's do as he said."

Hearing Wang Tingwan say that, Yang Xin immediately became displeased; he glared at the sissy before him with resentful eyes and replied to Wang Tingwan's words: "No, you just agreed like that; aren't you afraid he might have ill intentions?"

Since you're adventurers, and you're with him, what ill intentions could he have?

Wang Tingwan's counter-question left Yang Xin speechless.

"Yeah, with me here, what ill intentions could there be?" Yang Xin nodded, because he also needed a place to rest.

"Since you two have agreed, please follow me." The sissy before them made a respectful inviting gesture, leading Wang Tingwan and Yang Xin forward.

The sissy led them forward while whispering miscellaneous things in their ears, all the while glancing sideways at the two, scheming.

"If I deliver these two into the hands of that official, will he give me a promotion?" Thinking this, the sissy's face involuntarily broke into a smile, and his words grew more.

Yang Xin listened to his endless nonsense, finally growing a bit impatient; he dug his ears, then looked at the sissy with disdain and asked: "What exactly do you want to say? Speak up! All along the way it's just your nonsense; it feels like a huge fly buzzing in my ear, annoying me to death!"

Hearing Yang Xin say that, the sissy closed his mouth, gave a resentful look at the two before him, already realizing his words hadn't moved their hearts.

"Alas, I'm still not enough! Looks like I can only let the official take the stage!" The sissy thought, also feeling regretful; the merit he had in hand was gone, his mood was gloomy, but he couldn't show it—so he had to smile while escorting the two there.

A cold wind blew at night, and the three unconsciously hugged their arms.

Ah-choo!

Yang Xin sneezed, then complained, saying: "Who's cursing me again? Really, just one brainwashed person showing up is enough to annoy me, and now someone's cursing me? No way."

effeminate man heard that, though a little displeased, still walked ahead, leading the way for the two.

Wang Tingwan followed behind that person, gradually feeling a bit tired; since Feng Yan appeared, she also felt that this boy was overly obstinate.

This made her disgusted, yet in this game it also gave her another kind of thought about him.

Ah, it turns out that guy isn't bad; it's just this thought, and it appears again in Wang Tingwan's mind.

"Hey, Yang Xin, why are you chasing me?" Wang Tingwan suddenly spoke, asking Yang Xin this question.

Yang Xin also didn't expect that, after not speaking to him for so long, she would now take the initiative to talk to him.

Silent, Yang Xin remained silent, saying nothing, yet many words to say had already arisen in his heart; but he didn't know where to start.

Yang Xin, feeling a bit flustered.

He wanted to tell him that he had fallen for her at first sight when he saw her in junior high, but he also felt it was frivolous and not like himself.

After a long silence, Yang Xin raised his head, gazing at her affectionately, and slowly said: "Well, I'm not really sure either; I don't know which day, you just took a place in my heart, always having that spot."

"My heart is in turmoil; I can no longer distinguish some people and matters. He makes me feel that someone is cherishing me."

Wang Tingwan raised her head, looking at the starless black night, and spoke softly, her voice somewhat sorrowful.

"It's a pity that he is no longer the person he used to be, you are no longer the person you used to be, and you are enemies." Wang Tingwan said firmly.

Then, he glanced at the building before him.

"Have we arrived?"

"We have arrived."