She couldn't tell anyone; they knew nothing. She was the only one who kept reliving her painful past experiences in her dreams. Sometimes, she even had the illusion that she had been abandoned by the world.
They were all moving forward, but she was trapped in place by hatred, day after day.
Thinking this, she reached out and grasped Chi Yan's hand. He looked up, somewhat puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Tangning shook her head, resting her chin on her arm, her voice muffled: "Then... will you go back to your original world?"
Chi Yan was taken aback; he had never thought about this question before.
When he first arrived here, he tried various methods to go back, but all of them failed. As time went by, he had to accept the reality that he might never be able to go back in his lifetime.
That was actually a very difficult experience. He was born into a noble family and when he saw the servants being sold off at will, he realized for the first time what his history teacher had said: that feudal ethics could devour people.
It's a subtle, gradual influence; there's a clear hierarchy, and human life is cheap. If you're not careful, you might become like that person.
He often had the illusion of being assimilated, and when he realized it with horror, he desperately tried to fight against the times in his own way.
This was one of the pleasures he found in being a playboy; he could do whatever he wanted within permissible limits and be an outcast in a frank and open way.
It sounds a bit sad, but even so, he couldn't guarantee that he hadn't been affected at all.
After all, he had already learned to kill and to eliminate dissidents through his own means.
Chi Yan doesn't like this era, nor does he like being bound by those rules and regulations. The only reason he can keep going is probably because he has parents who love him.
Now, there's another reason to stay.
After all, in that world, he had no one left to cherish.
He looked at the head in front of him, a slight smile on his face, and answered hesitantly, "Probably not, after all, it's been so long, how could we possibly go back?"
She didn't say a word, her long eyelashes drooping quietly like a black butterfly. What if one day he really could go back?
He loves that world, and he belongs there. Even she longs for that place, so how could she selfishly advise him to stay here?
After a while, her indistinct voice broke out intermittently: "Chi Yan, could you..."
"Can you do something?" Chi Yan waited for a long time without any response, then leaned down to look and saw that she was breathing evenly, her eyes were closed, and she had already fallen asleep.
With a wry smile, he said, "With such a low alcohol tolerance, you dare to spout such nonsense?"
He got up and walked around to her side, supporting her waist with one hand and carefully lifting her up horizontally with the other hand through her knees.
Shen Tangning was not awakened. Her fair cheeks were flushed pink, and the tip of her nose was red. She was sleeping soundly with her lips slightly pursed. She even spontaneously adjusted to a comfortable position, nestled her head against his chest, and snuggled into his arms. She was incredibly well-behaved.
The weight in his arms was light, yet he felt a deep weight in his heart, his chest filled with a strange sense of satisfaction.
Recalling how she had recounted that experience with teary eyes yet feigned calmness, a long-suppressed resentment quietly surfaced in his eyes, even the taut lines of his jawline exuding a sharp edge.
He used to think Chi Jingyu was an eyesore, but now it seems they are destined to be enemies to the death.
As for Chi Jingyu, was he also reborn?
Chi Yan casually curled his lips, a silent killing intent spreading in his eyes:
Let's show him what he's made of!
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