CHAPTER 418 2 : HARD TO BEAR THE PAIN IN THE HEAR (1/2)

CHAPTER 418 (2): HARD TO BEAR THE PAIN IN THE HEART

“Yun Ruofeng, I am Su Xi-er in this lifetime, and I have nothing to do with you. Lianchen said that you already gave up on vying for power, and he would have forgiven you for what you have done. As long as you obediently stayed inside the Prince Yun Residence, he wouldn’t have tried to do anything to you. Tonight’s events really are disappointing.” Su Xi-er’s gaze was calm.

I already don’t have any feelings towards him.

I had always hated him, wished to kill him with my own hands and watch as the life drains from his eyes. But now, I feel very calm. In my eyes, he is just a pitiful person.

A soft chuckle escaped from Yun Ruofeng’s lips. “It’s just another way of confining someone. You might as well kill this Prince. Rather than painfully living, it would be better to die.”

Vigilance flickered across Su Xi-er’s eyes. The idea of death has crossed his mind, and the horse carriage is also heading towards the mountains. Could he be thinking of…

“What’s wrong? I watched you as you died in your previous lifetime. Now, you will watch as I die. Isn’t this rather good? I want you to remember me forever!” Yun Ruofeng laughed. I initially wanted to bring Su Xi-er back, but things don’t always go as planned.

It was clear that Yun Ruofeng’s mental state was in tatters, but his expression still remained calm, with the same ever-present smile on his face.

Just as the horse carriage was about to reach the summit of the mountain, Qin Ling stopped it. “Prince Yun, there’s no path ahead; we can’t go on any further.”

“Is that so? Lan-er, come and walk with this Prince.” He swiftly reached out his hand to grab her.

Shaking off his arm in the cramped carriage, she quickly alighted on her own. The place he had grabbed at was exactly where she had stabbed herself.

Looking at the blood on his fingertips, Yun Ruofeng instantly understood why she still had strength. So it’s because the pain has replaced her sense of powerlessness. Lan-er, you said that I’m ruthless to myself, but this description is more apt for you. How deep must this wound be for you to stay conscious for so long?