Chapter 277

Even a slightly pleasing view was not granted to him.

The moon in the night sky emitted a haze.

Inside Brother Shiguang's live stream.

The audience simply watched silently as Ning Chen sat alone amidst the wreckage on the beach.

【Tell me, what kind of person is this?】

【Why can he never accept happiness?】

【He is alone again】 a comment said.

【He seems to dislike chatting with others...】

【Forgive my bluntness, but I think this streamer has a psychological disorder】

【Forgive my bluntness as well; in this era, who doesn't have a psychological disorder? It just depends on whether you can disguise it】

A misty silver.

Enveloped the sea before him.

In Ning Chen's gaze, there was no expression.

He had originally thought that arriving at Nanfu Island, entering the Waitomo Glowworm Caves, and seeing the sky filled with fireflies would bring a sense of achievement.

At the very least, some comfort for the fulfillment of a wish.

After all, that was something she had once wanted.

But now, he knew.

How faint this comfort was.

So much so that—compared to personally killing those five people, or even compared to making that man named Luo San kill his own son—it was simply insignificant.

The feeling was that this compensation.

As he progressed through the check-in tasks one by one, became increasingly trivial.

Something called void had been chasing him from behind all along.

At first, he could feel it clearly.

During the check-in process, he was so close to her.

But later, he also felt clearly that she was gradually drifting away from him.

Darkness and void were gradually enveloping him.

Yet he still held hope, willing to take this as the sole purpose of his life—to check off items on her wish list.

But tonight.

That darkness and void struck again.

Driving his heart to the depths of despair.

Deep within his heart, there was only the heartbreak from the past.

Even when he personally pasted the photos he had taken onto her wish list.

The cracks in his heart remained unhealed—even if only temporarily.

The past is unbearable to recall, yet it feels as if it were yesterday.

A powerful sense of suffocation pressed down upon him.

Ning Chen lay gently on the sand, letting the sticky wet sand cling to his face.

His body could no longer feel the assault of the cold air around him.

A past event made his heart break at this moment.

"Do I have to report to you and get your approval before I do anything?" He looked at her, hands spread open, with a face full of helplessness and disdain.

She sat on the sofa, her face turned to the other side, saying nothing.

"It's just quitting my job—I don't like doing things, so why should I do them? Just because I'm about to marry you? So I have to live this 996 life forever?" At that time, he was very angry.

Back then, he did not understand why, even though she verbally said she loved him, she still forced him to do things he disliked.

He was not incapable!

"Are you thinking that playing music makes me a good-for-nothing?" He looked at her.

"I didn't think that; I was just worried..." she said softly.

"What are you worried about? Worried I can't support you?" He suddenly sneered.

He truly sneered.

You probably have no idea who the person standing before you actually is!

As long as I take the path of music, it won't take a month for me to become famous!

I will create classic songs that no one in this world has ever heard; as for money? Heh!

Is money still an issue?

I waited for a full four years just to wait for this moment to arrive.

And you actually thought I was wasting my time and ruining my ambitions?

"Ning Chen, be realistic, okay? You are not a child anymore." She did not turn around, but her voice spoke.

Perhaps it was this sentence that pierced Ning Chen's pride.

Or perhaps it was the four years of waiting that made him somewhat obsessed with success.

"You think—you understand what?" He looked at her, "You understand nothing; you don't even understand me at all."

Hearing him say this, she suddenly turned her face around.

Only then did Ning Chen see that, at some point, she was already in tears.

"I was only saying it, did you have to cry?" He looked at her, even more helpless.

"You've never, never, ever spoken to me like this before. Do you know what you're saying right now?" She looked at him.

"I don't want to waste time explaining it to you right now. You'll understand later."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went into the small room beside them, closing the door behind him.

Leaving her alone outside.

Since the two of them had been together, like other couples, they naturally had their share of conflicts and quarrels.

But that time, it was the harshest he had ever spoken to her.

For one whole evening, he did not step out of that room, inside thinking about the path he should take next. If he was going to sing, then it would be best to livestream online. So, which song should he choose for his debut?

One evening, Si Shiya sat alone in the living room of that rented apartment.

Did Ning Chen did not even step out to look at her once.

At that time, he had a strong, proud spirit, and an impulse yearning to be unleashed.

At the same time, he also hoped that, by his own strength alone, he could fight to build a dazzling, incomparable future for her.

But…

An excessive craving for success.

A craving to become famous.

It had addled his head.

At that time he believed that if he made it big through singing, gaining both fame and fortune, then women all over the world would envy her.

So that evening he even had a sulking, resentful feeling of not being understood by her.

He knew she was sitting alone in the pitch-dark living room outside, sulking on the sofa.

He also knew she was waiting for him to open the door and come coax her.

He even knew that, with her little temper, as long as he coaxed her and said a few soft words, she would let it go.

But the Did Ning Chen of that time had already been dizzied by such disreputable notions as success and fame.

He did not come out the entire evening, not even to look at her once.

How did she endure that evening alone, minute by minute?

It was clearly a home for two.

He did not know how she had endured that evening.

This matter — which perhaps in others' eyes was not even a big deal, merely a quarrel before marriage — at this moment, kept being magnified in Did Ning Chen's heart.

Later he wondered whether it had been his own face and self-esteem playing tricks back then?

But now all of this only made him, possessing the body on the beach, feel suffocated.

Now he already understood, already knew what he should do.