Chapter 130 The substitute was killed by Ike Wataru and turned into a piece of candy...
A gentle evening breeze was blowing.
The night was quiet, and the waves lapped against the shore.
Sang Li sat quietly in front of the dressing mirror with her back to the door, holding a piece of white paper in her hand.
The paper was filled with fragments of her broken memories.
Scattered and blurry, like a dream cut open with a knife.
She was carefully combing her hair, stroke by stroke, undisturbed by anyone.
After all, Sang Li had already given a strict order that no one except her mother could enter.
That way, we won't have to deal with one after another.
Like a bouncing bean.
Let them fight.
Based on the current clues, the most urgent task now is to obtain the medicine.
During this time, based on the key provided by Bai Heng, the location of the drug's storage was found. It was located at another experimental base, and it was very close to Shangjing City.
Sang Li prepared to obtain the medicine and completely destroy the experimental base.
This is the simplest and most direct method.
Squeak.
The door was pushed open.
Sang Li frowned, turned her head, and was about to reprimand him when she saw Fei Ling at the door.
Fei Ling lowered her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed into a knot, and stood there like a small animal thrown into the rain, exuding an incongruous pitifulness.
He was naturally very handsome, and Sang Li always felt that although Fei Ling was a man, he always had a gentle temperament.
"What's wrong?" Sang Li's tone softened.
Fei Ling didn't speak immediately; she twirled her fingers, her expression somewhat humble.
After a long silence, he finally spoke softly.
"...I'm the only one left."
Sang Li was taken aback: "What?"
Fei Ling then looked up, her eyes clear and bright, but seemingly filled with loneliness, like the light deep in the ocean waves at night.
“It’s just me,” he said slowly, his voice low. “You don’t remember.”
Sang Li has memories of everyone else, except herself.
Because I wasn't part of the plan.
Therefore, only he knows the story with Sang Li.
Sang Li put down her pen, paused, and knowing what Fei Ling was thinking, asked, "When did we meet? Would you like to tell me?"
Fei Ling's throat bobbed slightly, as if she had been deliberating for a long time, before she finally spoke.
"I am the first follower of the Daytime Witch."
His voice was very soft, like the sound of sand rubbing against each other when the tide recedes, yet it carried an unfathomable weight.
"I have been with her for three hundred years."
"Until her death."
The room was quiet, with only the lamplight flickering gently.
Sang Li looked at him quietly, her eyes showing no surprise, but the corners of her lips curved slightly: "I guessed it."
Fei Ling smiled bitterly, as if Sang Li did not understand.
“I was not at peace after her death. I wanted to find the answers. I wanted to know why she died.”
To be precise, it was about facing death with composure.
He looked up at Sang Li, and for a moment, the uncontrollable madness in his eyes was pulled back by reason, subdued into a dull, tender pain.
Through her, we see another person.
"And then, I saw you."
Sang Li narrowed her eyes and remained silent.
“Actually, I couldn’t accept it at first,” Fei Ling sighed. “You are you, and she is she. You are different.”
He paused, as if something was stuck in his throat, and his voice grew even lower.
"But I always want to see you more."
"I want to see if you'll end up like her."
"Or rather, is there any trace of her?"
"In your eyes, is there still a trace of the light she left behind?"
Sang Li remained silent on the surface, but in her heart she thought, "I wonder where this little bitter gourd came from."
They really do look quite pitiful.
As Fei Ling spoke, her gaze toward Sang Li gradually intensified, like the flames of a burning obsession.
He was shrouded in the flickering light, as if a century of solitude had piled up into a black shadow behind him.
"Later, I discovered that you two are completely different people."
Fei Ling's voice was so low it almost blended into the light.
"I don't know if it's your abilities at work, or if it's because I've been paying extra attention to you."
He raised his eyes, his lips twitching slightly, as if afraid that speaking out would be too embarrassing.
"After that, I couldn't take my eyes off it anymore."
The flickering light cast shadows on his handsome features, like shattered reflections.
"Actually, there's nothing I can do for you." He laughed self-deprecatingly, his dejected bitterness somewhat heartbreaking. "Before I came, you already had Chi Du by your side."
"But then I think, why should I?"
Fei Ling's fingers tightened, the veins on the back of her hand bulged, and the loneliness in her eyes surged like an undercurrent at the bottom of the sea, almost out of control.
"I was the one who met you first."
“At first, you didn’t really like me. You always felt that I treated you as a substitute for her. You always felt that I only got close to you because the Witch of Daylight died because of you.”
His chest heaved violently, and his voice was strained.
"But I've never thought that way."
There's not much I can do for you.
"It's nothing more than being killed by Ike Wataru when you need it, and turning into a piece of candy."
The last sentence was almost uttered through gritted teeth.
The light in his eyes dimmed little by little, and his voice became filled with self-pity, like a trapped beast that had died in a cage but still refused to stop its low moans.
Sang Li stood up and raised her hand to stroke Fei Ling's cheek.
Fei Ling gently rested against her palm, rubbing against it a couple of times, like a lazy cat.
Sang Li smiled enigmatically, her hands itching.
Sudden.
"Smack!"
Fei Ling received a slap on the right side of her face.
Fei Ling: ?
Fei Ling paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and smiled, like a fox whose tail had been exposed but still insisted on coming closer.
"You figured it out."
He trailed off slowly, and if he were an animal, Sang Li felt he would have already spread his wings and displayed his plumage.
Sang Li narrowed her eyes, withdrew her fingers, and said coldly, "Do you know what I'm doing? I'm sorting through the data right now, so I'm not letting anyone in."
"Then," Fei Ling's gaze fell on her, her eyes bright and lingering, like a seductive hook, drawing her in inch by inch, "are you going to punish me?"
He leaned forward slightly, his breath warm against her ear.
“You said it before,” Fei Ling said, her eyes half-closed, “that I’m the one who’s most comfortable.”
The air suddenly froze.
Sang Li felt a slight warmth rising from the tips of her ears.
She wanted to scold him, but her face turned red first.
Fei Ling stared at her reaction, her smile deepening, like a lazy yet dangerous snake coiling around her, waiting for her to struggle.
Squeak.
The door was pushed open.
Chi Du stood at the door, his expression somber.
His gaze fell on Fei Ling in an instant. The person was sitting upright on the edge of Sang Li's bed, in an ambiguous posture.
Fei Ling had just opened her mouth, before she could finish speaking, Chi Du raised his wrist, his fingertips exerting sharp force.
Snap!
The airflow suddenly trembled.
Fei Ling seemed to have anticipated this, a sly smile flashing across her eyes. With a sway of her body, she shattered into countless rose petals, scattering them everywhere.
Petals fell softly, landing on Sang Li's shoulders and in her hair, just like the petals scattered on a bride's wedding day.
Chi Du snorted coldly.
Sang Li reached out and brushed a rose petal off her hair, seemingly unconcerned by Fei Ling's trick, and asked Chi Du, "Is my mother already asleep?"
Chi Du's eyes flickered slightly, and he replied, "Yes."
"Thank you for your hard work." Sang Li's voice was gentle, unintentionally calming the tense atmosphere in the room.
“I’m not tired.” Chi Du’s voice was hoarse and stubborn.
He stared at her. "Do you want to find a quiet place?"
Sang Li raised an eyebrow: "I can't have any peace and quiet with you, can I?"
Chi Du's Adam's apple bobbed, and he simply said softly, "I won't bother you."
He paused for a moment, then said in a very low voice, "I can control myself."
Sang Li: "You're not all going to line up outside my room, are you?"
"..."
That's true.
Chi Du closed the door: "I'm different from them, aren't I? Li Li. Whatever choice you make, I will support you."
"go out."
"..."
Sang Li locked her door.
We agreed not to disturb you, and that means we won't.
The room finally quieted down.
Sang Li neatly stacked the scattered papers one by one.
I temporarily put my fragmented memories into a square of order.
She pulled back the covers, lay down, wrapped herself up tightly, and pulled them up to her chin. It felt as if she were being gently lifted by the tide, and for the first time, she felt a long-lost sense of security.
Even in the darkness, her eyes remained open.
She was thinking about something else.
Maybe.
At that time, I was sharp, clear-headed, and thorough, and I regarded "destruction" as the ultimate answer.
But now, she hesitated.
She has experienced love.
Therefore, I do not like destruction.
Sang Li's gaze fell on the ceiling.
Times change.
Perhaps it was during her time with Lu Jin that she was unknowingly swayed.
Or perhaps it's because they feel that "there is true affection and true love in the world."
Liberating the abnormal entity is the top priority.
The Daylight Witch's plan was to find the BEAM diffusion agent and vaccine, then she could control the world. She would be unstoppable, killing anyone who stood in her way. That's why the Daylight Witch was willing to die, relying on a sliver of consciousness within the pre-amnesiac Sang Li's mind. But the current state of affairs was something the Daylight Witch hadn't anticipated.
Only then will she soften her heart and feel a little bit of "saintly" hesitation.
She found the idea ridiculous, yet couldn't deny it.
Sang Li stared at the ceiling in the darkness, her thoughts still rummaging through fragments of documents, when she suddenly felt a slight dent on the right side of the bed.
She instinctively tightened her body and gripped the edge of the blanket with her fingers.
"Which poor thing is injured here?"
A cool, mocking male voice rang out in the night, as if emerging from the shadows beside the bed, and seemed to seep into one's bones.
Before Sang Li could react, another man's voice rang out from the right.
His voice, deeper and more magnetic than before, seemed to roll out from the depths of the night, slowly enveloping her.
"How pitiful... Why are you crying?"
wrong?
This is not Chi Du, Fei Ling, Amber, or Bai Heng.
The sound was neither near nor far.
Sang Li quickly rolled over and shouted, "...Who?"
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