"Su Yao, do you regret saving me?"
Hearing this question again, Su Yao answered directly: "To be honest, I have never regretted saving you."
"I just regret not noticing your abnormality in time... If I had discovered it earlier, I could have stopped you from killing those people. You wouldn't have been stained with blood, and you wouldn't have been possessed by the devil."
Nan Xingchen's fingers holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and his ink-black eyes looked at her, as if he wanted to see through her true thoughts.
Purple eyes also looked at him: "You don't believe what I said?"
"No...I believe it."
"What is your real purpose in inviting me here today?"
"Su Yao, is there really only hatred between you and me?"
Her face was calm: "I have never hated you, where does the hatred come from?"
"Don't you hate me for being ungrateful?"
"I can accept your reasons for blaming me."
"Don't you hate me for becoming a demon?"
"Oh, there are so many people who are possessed by demons. Who doesn't have some demon in their heart?"
"Why, do you want to forgive me?"
Su Yao shook her head: "Between you and me, there's no question of who forgives who."
Nan Xingchen drank the sake in one gulp, put down the glass, stood up, and looked around. The beauty was so magnificent that he was dazzled.
The cherry blossom forest is gradually dyed with rosy clouds, and the wind blows like cotton wool.
The sea of pink and white flowers covering the mountain seemed immersed in a dreamland not belonging to this world. The petals fell in the wind, rustling down, like a silent farewell song.
Su Yao stood quietly in the woods.
In front of her, a tall and straight figure stood with his hands behind his back, his back to her.
Nan Xingchen was still wearing his pure white custom-made suit, perfectly ironed, its texture as white as clouds, and flawless. His figure was like a solitary cedar tree on a peak, tall and silent.
The wind blew, and his short chestnut hair had a soft luster. Petals fell on his shoulders and then slid away with the wind.
"Su Yao."
His voice was the same as always, cold and distant.
Su Yao walked closer and stopped two meters away.
He turned around slowly, his face was as handsome as a sculpture, his fair skin was almost transparent in the light, and his ink-black eyes were less sharp than before, and as calm as a lake in the middle of the night.
"I came to say goodbye," he said, his tone flat, as if he was stating an insignificant matter.
Su Yao's eyes moved slightly, but he did not interrupt.
"I don't want to be controlled by the devil anymore."
"I don't want to be a vessel for the demon god anymore."
"I've lived too long," Nan Xingchen whispered. "I've witnessed countless reincarnations, traversed rivers of blood and seas of bones. I thought immortality was a blessing... but later I realized it was merely a punishment."
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