RoleplayNovel #630 - Chapter 630
#630 - Chapter 630
Tang Yin was silent for a moment, then looked up at Wang Lina, his tone calm and sincere: "...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act like I understand you so well."
His voice was low, with a hint of restrained tenderness: "I just want to say that everyone has things they are good at and things they are not. And I believe that you have always been thinking of everyone and working hard."
Wang Lina was stunned, clutching the hem of her clothes, her eyes gradually turning red. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but her emotions blocked her throat.
"Tang Yin...!" Her voice suddenly trembled, as if some emotion had finally collapsed.
The barely squeezed-out voice contained deep sadness and self-blame: "Why... why are you so gentle with me... I can't do anything... Tang Yin... when you fell to the ground, besides crying, I..."
She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, blurring the eyes that had been holding on so strongly: "Why don't you blame me?"
Tang Yin looked at her calmly, his eyes without blame, only a heavy understanding. He said softly, "...No one would be happy about that. And, I don't want to say things against my will."
Wang Lina's shoulders trembled slightly, tears falling uncontrollably. She almost forced a smile, but it carried a sense of almost desperate self-deprecation: "Say it, otherwise I won't be able to hate you."
"...I like you... Tang Yin..."
Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it was like a dull knife, slowly slicing through the air, straight into Tang Yin's heart.
"...I can't hold on anymore..."
Tang Yin didn't answer immediately. He knew that this wasn't a declaration of love, but a cry for help. The last cry of someone on the verge of drowning.
He sighed softly, his tone gentle and calm: "...Do you hate your hometown?"
Wang Lina was slightly taken aback, then nodded, biting her lip and saying softly, "...Hate..."
Tang Yin paused, then asked, "And the people of your hometown?"
Her emotions seemed to be completely shattered. She suddenly raised her head, her voice hoarse and sharp: "I hate them so much...!"
Tang Yin didn't back down because of this. He shook his head, his tone firm: "That's not true, is it?"
"There's no place for me here anymore...!" She almost shouted, her voice full of long-suppressed pain.
Tang Yin looked at her, his eyes complex. He finally understood that Wang Lina wasn't someone abandoned by Mist Hidden Village, but that she had chosen to abandon it herself.
Even if the room was still there, she could no longer integrate into the life of Mist Hidden Village. Whether in terms of thinking or ideology, she had long gone against the grain of this village.
The air became quiet, with only Wang Lina's intermittent sobs remaining.
The reason she came to him to confide was obviously because she trusted him, right? But Tang Yin knew that this time, he couldn't respond to her feelings.
Because, in this reincarnation, he had already responded to someone else.
Wang Lina seemed to have noticed something as well. She wiped her tears, raised her head, and tried to force a bitter smile: "...I know, Hualu is very cute. And, I didn't expect her to have superpowers."
Her tone was light and airy, as if trying to hide her true emotions, but that smile couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes.
Tang Yin didn't respond, just looked at her quietly. The night fog outside the window was still heavy, blurring the outline of the village, and blurring the boundaries of people's hearts.
Tang Yin was slightly stunned and repeated, "...Superpowers?"
Outside the door, Wang Lina's voice was somewhat mocking, but also mixed with a hint of undisguised envy and inferiority: "Purifying viruses. Thanks to her, you were saved."
She paused and added softly, "She's really amazing. I can't compare to her at all."
Tang Yin frowned slightly, seeming to want to say something, but in the end, he just sighed softly, his tone gentle: "Wang Lina, you are also very charming."
There was a moment of silence outside the door, then her sudden voice came, with a hint of urgency and stubbornness: "Then go out with me!"
Tang Yin's heart skipped a beat, but he heard her continue, her tone carrying an almost broken intensity: "Then play with me! Hold my hand! Take me on a long road trip on a motorcycle! Hold me tight in bed all day long!"
Her voice became lower and lower, until it finally choked: "...Then, open the door..."
Tang Yin stood behind the door, his fingers lightly touching the doorknob. His heart ached, and he almost subconsciously wanted to twist the lock, but reason like shackles confined him to the spot. He knew that opening the door would only send her the wrong signal.
Empty joy would only bring greater despair.
In the end, he didn't open the door.
Wang Lina was silent for a long time outside the door, as if she finally understood something, her voice weak but with deep fatigue: "...Liar..."
Tang Yin's throat felt blocked. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Did I lie?"
Wang Lina's voice suddenly rose, with some almost hysterical emotions: "Even if you didn't lie with your mouth, why did you give me hope, but then let it be extinguished? Now you still think you didn't lie, that's too much..."
Her voice was tearful, anger mixed with despair: "...That's too much... Coward..."
"...You're so bad... I..."
Tang Yin closed his eyes, his palms clenched tightly, his knuckles white. He knew that this accusation wasn't entirely directed at him. She was indirectly blaming herself by blaming me.
He smiled wryly. It seemed that he was still too naive.
Clearly refusing to promise her a future, but still wanting to help her, this is the behavior of a dreamer or a hypocrite. At the end, he still had to be prepared to never see her again in this life.
However, that had to wait until the physical farewell.
Tang Yin knew very well that for her who had no home to go to, he might be the last haven. But no matter what, they could no longer escape this thick fog.
The voice outside the door suddenly paused for a moment, then came a sentence so low that it was almost inaudible: "Reject me clearly."
Tang Yin leaned against the door, his eyes blankly staring at the dim ceiling.
No matter what they did, they couldn't usher in an optimistic ending this time. In the depths of the fog, only endless darkness awaited them.
The worst case was that she would disappear into the depths of the fog again.
Tang Yin leaned against the door, his expression grave, his eyes lowered, his hand touched the doorknob several times, but he still didn't twist it open. He understood that Wang Lina's emotions were on the verge of losing control. Opening the door might appease her for a moment, but for the future, it would be tantamount to pushing her into deeper despair.
Could this be treated as an "unsolvable problem between a man and a woman"?
Tang Yin took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart.
"...I..." he said slowly, his tone lowered, with some hesitation.
However, before he could say the words, a clear and cold voice suddenly came from outside--
"What are you doing, Lina?"
It was Hualu.
Tang Yin was stunned. Through the crack in the door, he saw Hualu's figure looming at the end of the dim corridor. She was wearing a plain long dress, arms crossed, her tone calm and restrained, with a hint of hidden displeasure.
Wang Lina paused, as if her thoughts were interrupted, then sneered, her tone mocking: "It's nothing, just exposing unsightly ugliness."
Hualu frowned slightly, her tone becoming colder: "We must perform the Item Taboo at night, and Mr. Tang Yin is the snake's protector, so he is in danger at any time. Under such circumstances, your heart is too big."
The words carried a hint of blame, but it was more like a warning.
Wang Lina raised her head, her eyes gloomy, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Hualu, aren't you outside too?"
"I am from the Hua family, and guarding the night is my job," Hualu said calmly, as if stating a matter of fact.
"That's just an excuse!" Wang Lina almost shouted, a flash of anger in her eyes, "No matter if you guard the night or not, those who should die will still die. If something really happens, what can Hualu do?"
Hualu's expression froze slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: "That..."
"Moreover, who can guarantee that Hualu is not a wolf?" Wang Lina stared at her coldly, her eyes full of suspicion and hostility.
"Wang Lina, don't say that," Tang Yin finally spoke, his voice low but with an unquestionable majesty.
However, Wang Lina seemed not to hear. His restraint only made her emotions more intense: "You are the head of the Hua family, you are beautiful, and your character is noble. Although no one in Mist Hidden Village likes you, everyone thinks you are a good person."
Her voice gradually rose, her tone with obvious jealousy and unwillingness: "Moreover, every Fengzhuang person respects you and worships you. You already have a place to belong--why aren't you satisfied!?"
"Lina!?" Tang Yin frowned, his tone with a trace of suppressed anger.
"Don't call me so intimately!!" Wang Lina turned her head sharply, her face distorted by anger, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes.
"--Maybe! Hualu is the wolf!? Maybe she is a bad person, and everything is her acting!?"
Hualu looked at her coldly, her expression without any fluctuation, just said lightly: "I am human."
"Everyone will say that!" Wang Lina's voice was sharp, almost shouting, "The most important thing is whether others believe it! And that... superpower thing...!"
Her gaze swept back and forth between Hualu and Tang Yin, her eyes full of anxiety and pain, as if she would collapse in the next second.
Tang Yin stood behind the door, his brow furrowed, a complex mix of emotions churning in his heart. The thick fog covered everything outside, but he clearly felt that the deepest fog was actually shrouded over people's hearts.
Wang Lina's voice pierced the silence of the night, with a hysterical anger and despair: "You gained everyone's trust through superpowers!! You gained Tang Yin's love through superpowers!!"
Her eyes were red, tears streaming down her face, her gaze fixed on Hualu, as if venting all her emotions: "...How could I, be your opponent!!"
Her voice gradually trembled, her intense emotions reaching a climax: "I have nothing! You have everything! Even Tang Yin is going to be snatched away by you, that's too much, that's too much--you are greedy and insatiable!!"
Her body trembled slightly, her hands clenched tightly into fists, her nails almost embedded in her palms. That angry cry seemed to be declaring war on Hualu, but Tang Yin knew that she didn't want to hurt Hualu.
From beginning to end, she just wanted to hurt herself.
Tang Yin stood behind the door, his eyes complex, and the hand holding the doorknob released once again. What can I say, I can only bring her harm?
Hualu was silent for a moment, her gaze as calm as water, seemingly unaffected by Wang Lina's words. She raised her head slightly, her voice calm, but with a hint of hidden sadness: "...You misunderstood."
Wang Lina was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand the meaning of these words, then asked sharply, "What do you mean!"
Hualu's expression didn't change at all, still calm and cold: "Mr. Tang Yin only gave me a moment of hope, only lent his heart to me for a moment."
Her voice was gentle, but every word was clear, like an invisible knife, cutting Wang Lina's emotions: "In fact, Mr. Tang Yin rejected my shameful wish. Even when he was on the verge of death, he rejected me openly."
Wang Lina's pupils contracted slightly, a trace of wavering flashed in her eyes: "...You're lying, do you think I can't see it?"
Hualu lowered her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised in a smile so faint it was almost invisible, like self-deprecation, or some kind of weary relief: "I am the one who has nothing."
She raised her head, looked at Wang Lina, her gaze deep and distant, with a kind of almost transparent loneliness: "Bearing the Hua family crest, history, and faith, other than that, I am just a soulless shell."
Her voice was low, as if coming from some abyss deep in her heart: "I have no place to belong. I don't even have someone I can rely on."
Wang Lina was stunned, her lips slightly open, but she couldn't say anything.
Hualu tilted her head slightly, her gaze cast towards the distant fog, her voice with a trace of faint weariness: "My body and mind have long been dedicated to the Qianming God."
"...What do you mean?" Wang Lina's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"After the fog clears," Hualu said slowly, her tone becoming light and resolute, "I will sort out the remaining affairs, hand Xiaomei over to the police outside, and then wander the world, looking for my home."
She paused, her gaze falling back on Wang Lina, with a kind of almost pitying gentleness: "However, you are different from me."
Wang Lina raised her head, her expression complex, as if something in her words had struck her, but she was unwilling to admit it.
Hualu smiled slightly, her tone gentle but firm: "After the fog clears, Mist Hidden Village will definitely accept you. Your cheerfulness, your strength, your gentleness."
Her voice fell softly, like a feather floating into the silence of the night: "Wang Lina, for the survivors, you are their hope."
Wang Lina's tears fell silently again, her lips trembling, but she could no longer refute a word. In the swirling fog, Hualu's figure seemed to become more and more blurred, as if she would be swallowed by this dim night at any moment.