Vol 2 Chapter 5 (1/2)

The Hero and the Awkward Journey (part 3)

My name is Leon, the Hero Leon.

After intense vomiting, I still remained in my spot.

“Although I want to pa.s.s this body on to Zhai he, I don’t know what I should do.”

I repeated this sentence in my mind.

I felt vaguely unwell. It was not like the exhaustion of oil running out and a dying fire, nor was it from the decay of time. It seemed to have the force of a fire igniting, burning and exploding.

I breathed in deeply. All I could hear was the sound of my own breathing. It was ragged, and with it brought the scent of rusty metal.

Leaning on the branch for support, I slammed my head again and again on the tree trunk.

Dong, dong, dong.

Dong, dong, dong.

With a paca sound, the tree bark split open and blood trickled down my forehead.

The sticky blood travelled down my eyebrow and into my eyes.

Really, I really am not honest at all.

I laughed.

Tears streamed from my eyes.

b.a.s.t.a.r.d. b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Leon you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!!

I unceasingly cursed myself.

Just now, when I felt Zhai He returning, I firmly fought back against him.

Although I didn’t know if the dizziness was a sign of changing personas, at that time, I had tried my hardest to keep my awareness. I said I wasn’t scared to die, but I don’t want to leave right now.

I only had to close my eyes for Ailee’s smiling face to appear clearly in my mind.

I was someone who was avoided by others. I was someone who was hated by others. I was someone who couldn’t exist in this world.

I understood all this, but I still could not forget Ailee.

“Get out of here,” “Why are you still here.”

I have always endured such gazes. Other people would not tear into me, and chase me out, but their eyes held the disdain they would for a dog begging for food, waiting for it to leave with its tail tucked between its legs.

Coincidentally on a certain level, I really was a stray dog.

I closed my eyes and imagined Ailee’s smile. My mood gradually calmed and my bitterness faded away.

It was a very beautiful smile; soft, yet still elegant. A smile from the bottom of the soul. A slight curve formed by the curling corners of her mouth. Pale gray eyes framed by dark black lashes, radiating a warm and gentle light. Generally, people who saw that enticing smile – including me – would feel warm for no reason. It was a smile like a spring day, and the owner of that smile was an angel.

In the royal family of Sheng Qiao Yi, Ailee was not the most beautiful princess, but my fiancee was definitely the most beloved girl.

No, I shouldn’t say she is my fiancee.

Ailee was my former fiancee.

Two years before, after I had died, Ailee must’ve been remarried. Actually, I can’t say remarry, because we were never married in the first place.

It was just a change in the wedding contract’s partner.

Ah, Ailee, Ailee.

Is your expression as gentle as it was two years ago? Would you still accept someone like me?