He reached out to gently stroke her face, softly asking, "Does the taste of hunger feel good?"
An Ruo shook her head, of course it didn’t feel good.
"Do you know, I once killed my first person, just for a bowl of rice, to survive," the man suddenly said.
An Ruo looked up at him in shock, and he continued, "I could kill for survival, but now, I only want you to marry me, why won’t you agree? An Ruo, is marrying me really that difficult? I will treat you well, you will live a worry-free life every day, what’s wrong with that?"
Looking at him, the hatred in An Ruo’s heart suddenly wasn’t so intense.
Maybe it was because she was about to die, so she started to let go of everything.
"Xingtian... it’s not that I don’t agree with you... it’s that my heart doesn’t agree... my heart belongs to someone else, and I can’t control it anymore..."
Xingtian’s hand froze, and he pondered, "You’re right, when the heart belongs to someone else, you can’t control it. My heart is no longer mine."
An Ruo didn’t have the strength to talk to him anymore, she closed her eyes, making her final request, "When I die, can you scatter my ashes in the sea?"
The man didn’t answer; what responded to her was the sound of his departing footsteps.
An Ruo opened her eyes to look at the snow-white ceiling, waves of dizziness before her eyes. She was going to die. Goodbye, Tang Yuchen, goodbye, Kangkang, goodbye, Xiao Ji... and goodbye, Yun Feiyang.
I died without waiting for you to wake up; I’m so unwilling. You must wake up, you must wake up!
I don’t know how long it was before An Ruo’s consciousness completely sank into darkness, unable to feel anything.
She didn’t dream, she didn’t go to Heaven, nor did she go to Hell.
When she opened her eyes and saw the light, she felt like she had been asleep for a very long time.
What is this place, how did she end up here?
An Ruo weakly propped herself up and found that she was locked in a small dark room.
There was a small, high window built into the wall, with only a little light streaming in from outside.
She lay on a small bed; in the corner of the room was a small enclosure, which seemed to be a toilet.
What on earth happened? Wasn’t she dead? Why is she here?
Just as An Ruo was in doubt, the iron door opened, and Xingtian walked in from outside.
Seeing him, she confirmed she wasn’t dead; she was still in his hands, but her place of residence had changed from a spacious, comfortable bedroom to a place resembling a prison.
Xingtian walked in, but she didn’t speak, so the man had to speak first, "That’s right, you’re not dead. It wouldn’t be worth it for me to let you die like that."
"What exactly do you want?" An Ruo asked him faintly.
Xingtian chuckled softly, "You see this? You’ll be living here from now on, for a lifetime. An Ruo, you can endure hunger, you’re not afraid of death, but I guess you can’t stand loneliness. Here you will be isolated from the world, without freedom. Isn’t there a poem that says, ’Life is precious, love is higher; if it’s for freedom, both can be given up.’ So I want to see if you will give up your love for freedom."
An Ruo was exasperated; she didn’t even know what words to use to curse him.
Taking a deep breath, she said faintly, "Xingtian, you’re not , you’re becoming more and more irrational, does torturing me make you happy? Why can’t we be friends and get along well?"