Si Jia said, "All I have is my life, so... I won't give it to anyone."
This answer surprised Feng Guang, yet also made her feel a little sorry for him. She knew that most assassins had a past that was not comfortable for them. Even though the elegant Si Jia did not seem like an assassin who had a tragic experience, his childhood experiences were no exception.
But she wasn't one to give up easily. She looked up and smiled, "You're not someone who only has one life anymore. You forgot? I gave you my hairpin. You still have it. This hairpin was given to me by my mother when I came of age. You can sell it, get a lot of money, then retire from your life of crime, buy a courtyard in a beautiful town, plant an evergreen loquat tree in the courtyard, and finally use the remaining money as a dowry to get married, have children, and visit neighbors in your spare time. You see, wouldn't you have both family and friends?"
Si Jia stopped and looked down at her quietly.
She stopped too, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
His eyelashes trembled, and a glint of light flashed in his dark eyes, but it disappeared quickly, as if it were just an illusion. After a moment, his expression returned to its calm and indifferent state, and he said coldly, "A hairpin could not possibly have such a great effect."
Even if, because of her words, he could imagine a little bit about his future life.
No longer is it just the same old days of taking orders and killing people, but a life with family and friends that makes him feel what a comfortable life is like.
However, before this, he could not have imagined at all the hope for the future that ordinary people would have.
Feng Guang said, "But how will you know it won't work if you don't try?"
“No need to try.” He continued walking forward, saying in a cold voice, “Because I am destined to be a lone star.”
He is estranged from his family and friends, and will die alone.
These twelve words were given to him many years ago by the Taoist priest Liao Liao when he told his fortune. He was destined to be a lone star. Si Jia didn't care, because he had no relatives or friends and didn't plan to have any. Therefore, there was no one who could be his nemesis.
The bleak wind ruffled Si Jia's long hair. He stopped again, turning to look at the girl who had suddenly grabbed his hand. He heard her say in the wind, "I don't know what a 'lone star' is, but the term 'lone star' shouldn't even exist. Look at the night sky, a star, even without other stars to accompany it, still has the moon. Even if the moon is covered by clouds, there's still me, enjoying the night view, isn't there? So... how can you be lonely?"
Si Jia's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at her without making a sound. Even when he first killed someone, his heart, which never changed its beating speed, suddenly began to beat faster at this moment.
He heard his own heartbeat, clearer than ever before.
But it was only for a moment.
He pulled his hand away from her grasp and turned away coldly. "Let's go back to the inn."
Yes, his cold-heartedness and aloofness are his true self. A heartbeat that is too loud would prevent him from effectively carrying out his killings when he is hiding in the shadows.
As Feng Guang watched his receding figure, she jogged after him.
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