She resisted Ning Feng's well-intentioned "help".
Margaret saw that as a resistance to depravity.
Does that mean... I symbolize depravity?
Ning Feng didn't understand.
I am deeply confused.
And the woman who usually liked to lecture and instill strange ideas while explaining things was not around.
So, in his confusion, Ning Feng turned his gaze to Xilin.
He didn't mind showing her his confusion, just like he had said before, he was willing to be more authentic in front of her.
But Ning Feng didn't actually have much hope.
He didn't think he would get an answer.
This plea for help can actually be seen as a sign of weakness.
Ning Feng had always perceived Xilin as a gentle and kind person, someone he could confide in.
A haven that soothes the soul.
At this moment, he didn't want to think about anything else; he just wanted to find a moment of peace with her.
Who cares about depravity?
Who cares about saving them or not?
Fuck it.
He didn't want to think about those things anymore.
"Degenerate? That's quite a sudden question."
Xilin's fingers, which had stopped because of Ning Feng's question, resumed kneading after four or five seconds, pressing on his forehead.
Sensing the change in Ning Feng's emotions, he didn't ask why, but instead spoke softly:
"The definition of this kind of thing is too broad, and I can't give you an answer."
Sure enough, Shirin had no way to explain it either.
"Really? That's true..."
Instead of feeling disappointed, Ning Feng breathed a sigh of relief. After making eye contact with Xilin, his eyes slowly closed.
"This issue still needs to be clarified gradually later..."
It seems I can only rely on my own thinking.
However, Ning Feng also miscalculated.
After a moment of contemplation, Shirin offered a different answer.
Her answer.
"However, I can talk about something else that might help your thinking."
Her face flushed slightly, but she didn't look away. Instead, she looked down at Ning Feng, who had his eyes closed.
Do you know?
"I am very different now than I was before."
Lost in her memories, Shirin recalled the nearly three hundred years she had lived through.
"When I was little, I was a quiet child and didn't like to play with other people."
"After that, my loved ones left me very early, and their departure made me even more introverted."
He even hid away to cultivate in secret...
Some say, "Those who live in seclusion are either wild beasts or gods."
Shirin is neither of those.
She's just shy.
"Later I realized that this was not working, so I gradually came into contact with other people and things improved."
At least, although they are not good at it, it is not obvious from their appearance.
It's sufficient for most situations.
Shirin prefers an empty library to crowds, where she can calm down more.
As she said this, she gently poked Ning Feng's cheek with her finger.
"Before I met you, I never imagined I would become who I am today."
"To care so much about someone, a man... a man younger than myself."
A man who quickly barged into my heart, then acted recklessly, left a deep impression, and I was unwilling to leave.
Thinking of that unreliable prophecy, Shirin's expression became somewhat strange.
"You will fall hopelessly in love with a man weaker than you."
Has it been achieved now?
Have I reached a point of no return?
Xilin didn't know, but she was clear about her own feelings.
She didn't want to lose him.
All those rules of the elves, or the arrogance of the immortal race, are false.
What is the reason?
Are there any other possibilities?
Shirin's heart told her very clearly:
You like him.
There is no other reason.
With a gentle smile and no sign of confusion, Xilin's fingertips slid across Ning Feng's cheek and lightly brushed his nose.
With a slightly self-deprecating laugh, Shireen continued:
"I'm not just making fun of myself, but I used to be very reluctant to interact with other people."
"I don't like eye contact or words, let alone physical contact."
"I actually hate women who let others hug and kiss them so easily and then get their way with them so effortlessly."
No, you're not...
Ning Feng opened his eyes, but could only see pitch black.
"I……"
Xilin covered Ning Feng's eyes with her hand.
"But it doesn't matter now, because I have indeed become that kind of woman."
"Because I have indeed fallen in love with you."
With his vision blocked, Shirin finally spoke those words.
No more running away.
While blocking Ning Feng's view, she raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“You see, if this is considered depravity…”
Shirin doesn't have a definition of depravity, but she has her own answer.
She chuckled softly, a hint of shyness on her face, but no longer hesitated.
She slowly bent down and gently kissed Ning Feng's lips.
"This is my downfall."
---Aside---
Finally, I've gotten to this scene.
It was difficult to write, but it was quite enjoyable.
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