NOVPUBChapter 464: 464, Struggle, indecision
Chapter 464: 464, Struggle, indecision
Sometimes, she really suspected him of having a dual personality, or even dissociative identity disorder. How else could he transition so naturally between coldness and passion?
After applying the medicinal wine, Shi Yuhuan looked up and found Song Qinghuan staring blankly at him. He raised an eyebrow and met her gaze: “What are you looking at?”
Song Qinghuan quickly snapped back to reality and shook her head: “Nothing special.”
He looked up, his gaze effortlessly elegant and indifferent, landing on her face. His lips slightly curved in a shallow smile as he asked in a calm, deep voice: “Do you like what you see?”
There was a drawn-out tone, tainted with a sort of evil charm.
Their eyes met, so close. His penetrating gaze was fiery and electric. Song Qinghuan gave a light cough to cover up her embarrassment: “Could you be less vain? No matter how good you look, I’m not interested.”
Shi Yuhuan’s deep gaze drifted. Upon hearing her words, it gradually turned icy; he questioned: “Then who are you interested in?”
Song Qinghuan smirked: “Why do you care who I like? As long as it’s not you, that’s all that matters.”
Shi Yuhuan warned her firmly: “Apart from me, you’re not allowed to like anyone else.”
She placed both hands behind her back, her fingers twisting and entangling, reflecting Song Qinghuan’s inner struggle.
She didn’t understand what Shi Yuhuan meant by these words.
Song Qinghuan stared at him, murmuring: “Shi Yuhuan, this isn’t fair. If you’re just playing with me, you can’t so domineeringly demand my heart. After what you’ve said, you should know I won’t give my heart to you.”
Shi Yuhuan felt an unexpected discomfort in his heart, as if something sharp was piercing it repeatedly.
He saw Song Qinghuan keep her head aloof, refusing to look at him anymore.
Shi Yuhuan stretched out his hand and turned her face towards him. He leaned over and asked in a hoarse whisper: “Do you remember my old words to you? I asked you to live well for these two years, not to harbor any fantasies about me. Otherwise, if a bullet goes through your head one day, it won’t be you who dies innocently; you’ll be the architect of your own fate.”
Of course, Song Qinghuan remembered. She would never forget this scene.
That day, she had prepared dinner and a birthday cake, but he ruthlessly destroyed it all, his cruel words piercing her, leaving her crying bitterly.
What did he mean by bringing this up again today?
As she stared at him, there was a moment when Song Qinghuan clearly saw the struggle and confusion in Shi Yuhuan’s eyes.
Shi Yuhuan had always been a very decisive, domineering, and assertive man, proud of his leadership and decision-making skills.
But these traits were not innate, they were self-trained over the years.
A rare sight it was, for him to be struggling and hesitant like this.
Those who knew him well would be astonished.
“Song Qinghuan, so-called fairy tales are lies, there is no such thing as eternal happiness and joy,” Shi Yuhuan’s voice was hoarse, he gently spoke to Song Qinghuan, his words laden with insinuations.
Song Qinghuan looked at his ruthless face, smiling: “I know, I never believed in fairy tales, but I like fairy tales, do you know why?”
Without waiting for Shi Yuhuan to speak, Song Qinghuan answered with a smile: “Because in fairy tales, evil people always face retribution. To me, fairy tales are not fantasies, not childish, not impractical, but a kind of dream. What’s wrong with having dreams?”
Though these words were light and seemed common, devoid of any hints of attack, Shi Yuhuan found himself unable to rebut!
