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In those now crimson eyes, reflected in those eyes that theoretically only held brutality—every twitch and change on the boy's face, every muscle contraction that pulled at the corner of his mouth as he lifted it, conveyed anger and discontent that seemed to emanate from his very core, from the very marrow of his being…
"—Doesn't it feel too cheap?!"
simply……
simply……
—It was just like those delinquent girls who used to throw water at her.
It doesn't contain any disgust or aversion; it's simply anger at their lack of ambition.
This disparity—the anger stemming from concern and the anticipated abandonment after being taken advantage of—was completely contrary to the boy's departure. The boy's departure was not essentially driven by a desire to abandon her. This utterly incomprehensible and unpredictable difference caused even the girl's anger to momentarily pause, allowing reason to prevail.
Therefore, I can better appreciate the care in those eyes.
Selfless love.
At least for this moment, there is only concern.
It's like a father's concern for his daughter, or a friend's concern for a confidant.
This kind of thinking is wrong, it shouldn't be like this, this kind of concern is abnormal. These are things that people really want to say, but can't say no matter what they try to say.
The dazed look in her eyes actually made the perspective clearer—the first-person perspective and the third-person perspective of the past seemed to be mixed up at this moment, merging the reality of the present with the memories of the past, allowing the girl to watch the boy's past resistance from two perspectives at the same time, watching the boy's anger and dissatisfaction from the perspective of an observer and a participant.
At that time, it would have been normal to avoid it.
It would have been normal for them to pull themselves away back then.
As a civilian employee, he shouldn't have had to face something that even he, the one responsible for combat effectiveness, chose to avoid.
Or rather, when the body is in so much pain, choosing to avoid it is the right thing to do. Even if you just stand still, you will be eroded every moment. If you were to attack someone else, how terrifying would the pain be?
He rebelled.
挥拳熘疤v诌巫玐溜似i龄5。
Beat up those who bullied you.
Beat up those who hurt you.
He beat up people who had no connection to him whatsoever.
Even though his fingers were a bloody mess, and even though you could see the white bone through the rotten flesh, Jiang Cheng just kept pulling himself forward.
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In Jiang Cheng's eyes, in those pupils that once gazed at me so tenderly, am I now no different from those wicked delinquent girls?
Is that so?
Is that so?
Is that so?
Ahhh...
Something called anger seemed to be interrupted in an instant—by this memory that belonged only to the boy, by the one who had once saved him, protected him, pulled him out of the abyss, given him a glimmer of help on the verge of suicide, by the boy's unwavering choice in his eyes, the one who would choose him no matter what was on the other side, and who would only choose his own past…
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— Interrupted.
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Faced with the suddenly stunned girl—even the madness in her scarlet pupils dissipated.
Successful.
Such flags were set without hesitation.
The boy believed that his own preaching had worked.
Compared to Raiden Mei, this player, who is also immature within the game, has more insight into Mei's personality and is better able to analyze her character.
Mei's true nature is that she will become a healthy teacher in the future, and that she will be more normal than any ordinary person, without any extreme emotions.
They also believe that Raiden Mei's current state is just a sign of immaturity, caused by her fascination with the false warmth brought by the suspension bridge reaction, and that she doesn't want to let go for the time being.
Like anything addictive, love itself is addictive, and some people even go out of their way to experience that deep feeling.
A very small minority of men who exhibit such behavior as "simps" or "lapdogs" don't actually enjoy it that much; they simply like and are obsessed with the feeling of selflessly dedicating themselves to others, and they enjoy the self-sacrifice they derive from this act.
This extreme pathology might be okay if it happens to a toxic woman, but if it happens to an ordinary girl who has been won over and wants to have a proper relationship, then the moment she is won over is the beginning of that normal girl's greatest tragedy. She will realize that she has never been loved.
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Jiangcheng is old and conservative... In this era, people would probably call him a pure love party member who is an old-fashioned person from the last century.
They don't seek momentary pleasure.
I won't allow myself to pursue it.
If a relationship is destined to end, he would rather not embrace it, not experience it, and choose to save everything for the love he will truly meet in the future.
Perhaps this act, which is tantamount to participating in World War II with bare hands, will one day be changed by the world, but at least until this moment, he would never accept having a relationship that is destined to end.
so----
Never allow it!
Absolutely not!
I will absolutely, positively refuse to accept this!
"I hope you can truly understand your own feelings, instead of becoming a 'simp' who loves for the sake of love, or being affectionate for the sake of being affectionate."
Can you really explain why you've chosen me so resolutely? Or... do you really believe your love is absolutely indestructible?
"You should know better than anyone how ordinary I am. Everything I have now comes from you. Apart from that, I'm just an ordinary disabled person. Do you really think you can fall in love with an ordinary person? Won't you realize later that your feelings are ridiculous, just like when you grow up and look back on the people who wore red scarves, and then throw me aside?"
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...two leeks + Ling Qia San [Gao Qi Yin (Three))
The boy's words were actually easy to understand. Although he said a lot, only one sentence was really useful: "What makes you think that your current love can last forever?"
The boy who stood firm even under the suddenly darkening sky, the boy who stood there resolutely even when facing someone many times stronger than himself.
The loose hair, stirred by the breeze, couldn't actually create a dazzling effect, nor could it achieve the graceful, flowing movement of a young girl's long hair over her shoulders. Her cherry-colored eyes, rather than containing any sense of enlightenment, were more suited to being filled with tenderness, like a cherry blossom falling into the water, or onto a pond full of cherry blossoms.
Even so, he still stood there, and that person, who should have been called an ordinary person, still looked down at him—no longer like a god, looking at him with the blinding light of the sky behind him.
No sound can be made.
It's right there.
It was within easy reach.
His body, however, was completely immobile, as if he were dead.
He was clearly very angry.
She was on the verge of crying.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close to her, he couldn't take another step forward, he couldn't even say words of dissatisfaction, anger, or tenderness... He couldn't even confess to that important person who was no longer within his reach.
This body, which seemed to have undergone another transformation, had been upgraded to a higher level of physical power after the human body had reached its limit in bearing the Honkai energy. Not even a trace of it could be mobilized.
Just moments ago, I was furious and gained power because of that anger, but now, after hearing just a few words, I instantly cooled down to a point that was far too different from what I had just experienced.
I don't know what to do, and I don't know what to say.
She only knows one thing.
Because of her unique nature and her martial arts intuition, Raiden Mei keenly sensed that what was about to happen might be something even more devastating than the farewell declaration and the suspension bridge reaction.
"sorry."
In fact, what came out of his mouth—Jiang Cheng's mouth—was an apology.
Why did he say sorry?
Even though I thought of several possibilities, I still knew that none of those answers were correct.
I don't want to stare.
Jiangcheng, which he longed for more than anyone else, was right in front of him, yet he felt an urge to blind himself.
I do not want to see.
I do not want to see.
I do not want to see.
However, I still saw it.
Then, I understood it.
"I'm sorry for saying these hurtful things. I really went too far this time, really too far... but you probably realize that too."
"Realizing—you don't understand me at all."
"You are exactly the same as you were the day before yesterday."
Jiang Cheng also took a deep breath and then reorganized his words. It was clear to the naked eye that the person who had just been able to clearly show his dissatisfaction had now calmed down a lot, and his eyes had become as gentle as ever, as if he were comforting himself or Kiana.
Realizing her own problem, realizing that her emotions were excessive and that she shouldn't have gone too far, she also realized that the girl in front of her didn't have her own perspective.
Even those in the mountains can't see the scenery clearly, so how can we expect a girl who's being schemed against by others to know everything and see the world clearly?
The only thing that hasn't changed is that word of refusal—
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It was rejected once again.
After the boy calmed down, he denied it with the same words. His love, which had been nurtured and grown from a seed to the towering tree he was now, from day one until now, was trampled on.
This isn't the first time I've been trampled on; it's been from the very beginning, from leaving to denying, and now to being trampled on after taking a deep breath.
What is certain is that the being named Jiang Cheng, whether excited or calm, rejected her—Raiden Mei's confession.
No.
Actually, this kind of thing is completely unimportant.
This wasn't the first time Mei had experienced being rejected by Jiang Cheng—it wasn't a big problem for her.
These kinds of things just happen.
She simply accepted it, recalling the unique characteristics of Jiangcheng.
Whether it's genuinely being dull or simply wanting to keep fish, it's all acceptable.
In fact, her anger just now was not because her confession and relationship were rejected, but because the boy was planning to leave. If the boy hadn't left and would have stayed by her side forever, then even if she was rejected a thousand or ten thousand times, she would only take a deep breath, pat her face, wash her face with ice water, and then prepare for the next confession, the thousand and first time, the ten thousand and first time.
Whether he is ridiculed or hurt, as long as it is Jiang Cheng who does this, he can tolerate it and accept it. Even if it is like fishing for a donkey, hanging a carrot on his head, he can tolerate it and even pretend not to see it.
Even when she was so angry that she wanted to lock Jiang Cheng in the basement, or when she was so angry that she wanted to fight Kiana, who was always by Jiang Cheng's side and thought she knew everything, in the end she would just swallow everything with tolerance.
In any case, girls nowadays are the most tolerant. Whether it's swordsmanship or their past achievements, nothing they've honed in the past can compare to the patience they've gained during this period.
This kind of power can force you to turn things you don't want to do into things you like to do, even if you endure it for several years and do things you don't want to do for several years in a row.
There is only one way to truly defeat this girl, this girl who has endured so much suffering for so long, a girl who sees only things that hate her and want to hurt her whenever she opens her eyes. She has been forcibly tempered into a resilient will—if she wasn't resilient, she would have jumped off a building and committed suicide long ago. There is only one way to defeat this girl who has endured so long before deciding to die.
The way this gentle girl can be transformed into the Herrscher of Thunder, the Queen of Lightning, and perform a lament for sinners.
Just like the boy's calm tone at this moment—