Those violet eyes were like the ice of a deep lake that had been frozen for billions of years, without a single ripple.
His eyes swept very slowly across Mu Xinrong's forehead covered with cold sweat, across his eyes that were red with great pain and tears, across his trembling, bloodless lips, and finally landed on his fingers that were still stubbornly and slightly clasped on his wrist.
A brief, suffocating silence stretched out under the dim street lights.
The rustling of leaves in the night wind and the blurry sound of traffic in the distance seemed to be infinitely amplified, and yet seemed to disappear completely.
Finally, the tightly pursed thin lips, as cold as a knife blade, moved very slightly.
Clear, cold, decisive, like a final judgment, these two words completely crushed all illusions as they uttered from those thin lips:
"No."
The voice was not loud, but it was like a cold judgment carrying the ultimate law of the universe, instantly shattering all of Mu Xinrong's remaining courage, fantasy and fragmented memories of warmth!
The moment the words fell, Chao Youye's wrist shook extremely slightly but irresistibly, and a cold force that seemed to be able to freeze the essence of the soul instantly brushed across Mu Xinrong's fingers.
"Ugh!" Mu Xinrong felt as if he was hit by absolute zero radiation. His fingers instantly became numb and painful, and he loosened his fingers involuntarily.
The icy power seemed to spread from his fingertips to his heart, freezing the last bit of his heat.
Chao Youye no longer looked at him, as if the boy in front of her was just a bunch of meaningless erroneous data that needed to be cleared.
He withdrew his gaze very naturally, without any pause or hesitation, and continued to walk up the stone steps.
With his neat movements, the hem of the dark blue school uniform drew a cold arc in the air, severing all the past and possibilities.
His steps were still steady and precise, and his back looked even more lonely and upright under the dim street lights.
Like a black stone tablet heading towards eternal extinction, he completely left behind the "worry-free life" that he had promised to protect, along with those sweet fragments of memories, on the cold stone steps behind him.
"No...no..." Mu Xinrong stood there in a daze, muttering these two words, his face as pale as death.
The piercing cold and numbing pain still lingered in his wrist, but it felt as if a large piece of his heart had been gouged out by those two words, leaving only a huge void filled with cold despair and eternal silence.
The severe pain that came from the depths of the soul was no longer sharp, but turned into a diffuse, all-consuming, suffocating cold numbness.
The huge sense of loss and an indescribable feeling of being completely denied and abandoned by the whole world and the existence he loved most, like cold cosmic dust, buried him completely in an instant.
Mu Xinrong suddenly raised his hand to cover his heart, which seemed to be frozen and no longer beating, and his body shook violently.
He could no longer hold on and staggered back heavily, his back hitting the cold stone handrail with a dull sound.
The scene before my eyes was completely filled with darkness and swirling snowflakes.
Those sweet fragments that just flashed by - gentle fingertips, purple eyes filled with stars, reassuring promises and embraces - under the cold judgment of the word "no", like photos thrown into sulfuric acid, they instantly distorted, dissolved, and turned into ashes!
All that was left was the white light of destruction, the cold gaze, and the fear and despair that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, clearly imprinted in the depths of the soul!
"Wow!" A cry that could no longer be suppressed, like a dying beast, full of despair, heartbreak and great grievance, finally broke through Mu Xinrong's throat.
The hot tears flowed out of his red eyes like a flood that broke through the dam, blurring the whole world in an instant.
Mu Xinrong no longer cared about his image. His tall body slid down weakly along the handrail of the cold stone steps, curled up into a ball, his forehead resting on the equally cold edge of the stone steps, his shoulders shaking violently and uncontrollably.
Big drops of hot tears fell on the rough surface of the stone steps, leaving dark, desperate marks.
He was like a child who was abandoned by the whole world and even his most cherished memories were proven to be false. In the deserted night, he cried bitterly for a past that was completely erased and coldly denied, a past that was once full of love and happiness.
The cry was broken, desperate, and filled with the pain of a torn soul. It echoed on the silent stone steps of the park, sounding particularly desolate.
The dim light from the street lamp stretched the lonely figure of Mu Xinrong, who was curled up on the cold stone steps and crying bitterly, very long. The shadow was distorted and deformed, just like his broken soul at this moment.
Above him, the dark blue, lonely and tall figure had already silently merged into the thick shadows of the higher steps.
There was no pause, no trace of nostalgia, as if it had never appeared, and there had never been a promise to use rules to protect anyone from "worries in this life".
Above the stone steps, deep in the shadows.
Chao Youye's steps remained steady and precise, just like a set program.
Deep in the violet eyes, the frozen universe seemed to be still silent, as if the soul-tearing encounter just now had never happened.
However, the bony, cold, jade-white hand that hung by his side, hidden beneath the sleeve of his dark blue school uniform, curled its fingertips imperceptibly and very briefly in the shadows where no one could see.
The force of the curling up was so stiff that it seemed as if it was going to crush something...?
Just a moment.
Immediately, the hand regained its absolute stability, like the most precise mechanical component.
He kept walking, and his figure completely disappeared in the deeper and colder darkness hidden by the trees, walking towards the eternal and boundless silence that was the embodiment of rules.
That cold back did not have a trace of the warmth of "Chao Youye", but only the absolute nothingness of the "incarnation of rules".
Under the dim street lights, only Mu Xinrong's desperate and heartbreaking cries remained, echoing softly on the silent park stone steps, like the finale of summer, a song of eternal sadness about love and happiness that was completely crushed by cold rules.
The warmth and starlight that once existed were eventually thrown into the abyss of eternal oblivion by the word "no".
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