I want to find a sense of commonality, but there is no one who matches my inner thoughts——
I am the only one who is weird.
Trying to blend in with a crowd that doesn't belong to you, the feeling of loneliness doesn't get relieved, but instead gets deeper.
"Is it okay to express your thoughts directly..."
This is the first time you hear a sound, the first time it appears in your ears, and the first time it enters your brain.
There are countless fragments scattered in this world, and I want to find the one that belongs to me, but I am told that it is impossible - over and over again.
Finally, I found it, without realizing it, the piece I really wanted.
“Ah, ah—”
Ouyang Huanshi threw the phone back to Chu Shangli, adding, "I hate you."
"Oh." Chu Shangli accurately caught the phone flying in the air and said lightly.
The tone sounded cold and indifferent.
Originally, Ouyang Huan would be angry at Chu Shangli's attitude -
But now, instead of feeling angry, she wanted to laugh out loud.
Because, when Chu Shangli said the words she had always wanted to say but had not even formed the concept of, everything became unimportant.
She had already regarded Chu Shangli as her own projection——
Chu Shangli's cold attitude was not directed at her alone, but was simply a mockery of a mortal by a genius close to the realm of God.
"But your sword is indeed well-made, better than any sword I have ever seen in my limited knowledge—"
Ouyang Huanshi raised his arm and pointed at the sword on the wall—
"No other sword has ever moved my heart so much—no, perhaps it's the swordsmith who made it who moved me too. I originally thought this was a simple jealousy, but now I realize it's a mutual attraction between the same kind—"
"I don't think you and I are the same kind." Chu Shangli said sarcastically.
"Is that so? If you think so—then I do too. However, even if I deny it, it won't change the facts—you are my kind, and I am your kind—we are both in a realm different from ordinary people—"
Ouyang Huanshi placed his hand on his heart: "After your battle with Brother Tianhe is over, I also hope to fight you..."
"You?" Chu Shangli raised his eyebrows: "I don't remember you having this kind of combat ability——"
"Hmm..." Ouyang Huanshi smiled and said, "I really don't have any."
"Then why..."
"I just want to experience that feeling—just like I want to see a famous painter painting on the wall, at least once, and see how they fill the canvas with color. Is that an acceptable reason?"
"I don't mind—" Chu Shangli used his fingers to play with his hair: "But, don't forget that you are of a very noble status—but I will not show mercy to you just because of your noble status—"
"It's okay. That's exactly what I want. Showing no mercy to me is even more to my liking. Or rather, if you gave up your true strength just because of my identity, I'd be quite disappointed. That would mean you're no different from everyone else."
"Ashi..." Gong Yitianhe said softly in a gentle voice: "Let's not do this, it's too messy——"
"Anyway, Tianhe and his brother will have to fight her too. Even if I want to experience the same thing as you—considering this as a sign of my love for you, that's a way of thinking that I can adopt..."
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