Chapter 296: It’s You Who Hasn’t Forgiven Yourself
The past is the past.
Dwelling on this issue further holds little significance.
Chen An merely frowned and said, “Don’t try to be clever with me. You know what I’m worried about.”
“Her personality won’t be as easy to talk to as in the previous two lives.”
That’s right.
If the person who appears next is the ‘mortal’ from the third life, then Blue Star, which has just recovered its spiritual energy, will truly fall into great chaos.
Even all order is very likely to be destroyed.
She won’t care about anyone’s feelings.
“I don’t know…”
The system was very innocent.
If it could materialize, it would definitely be shrugging its shoulders and spreading its hands.
The young man took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to curse.
He looked out the window and suddenly felt the moonlight had become much whiter.
Then, a small head poked out from under the windowsill.
It turned out the moonlight hadn’t turned white, but because a patch of snowy white was blocking it.
Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her pair of red eyes widened slightly.
It seemed that every time she faced Chen An, she reverted to her girlish nature from back then.
In short, she was much livelier than usual.
Luo Cong’an blinked.
“Uh…”
“Mister has such refined taste. You’re still not sleeping so late.”
Despite being caught red-handed, Luo Cong’an quickly suppressed her arising embarrassment and nimbly flipped over.
She landed lightly in the room, her clear face bearing an embarrassed yet polite smile.
“Um… Good evening, Mister.”
But the expected response did not come.
Luo Cong’an was stunned for a moment, then looked up.
Her palms, hanging at her sides, clenched restlessly.
Did her sudden visit anger Mister again?
Or had Mister never forgiven her previous offense?
Or, at the most fundamental level, her broken promise…
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Luo Cong’an’s mind.
She mustered the courage to look, but only saw the Mister in a daze.
The young man leaned against the head of the bed. His usually indifferent gaze was now somewhat vacant. His face was as placid as ever, giving no clue to his thoughts.
Chen An was not blaming her, of course.
Or rather, given his disposition and his past experiences with Luo Cong’an,
he couldn’t muster any feelings of blame.
Perhaps in that small courtyard, his more than ten years of waiting had only yielded a vast expanse of white.
But Chen An knew,
it wasn’t Luo Cong’an’s fault.
Neither of them had the power to resist at the time.
The promise of their meeting, in the face of fate’s invisible hand, was naturally as fragile as paper.
He was in a daze only because those fragmented memories were slowly overlapping with the present.
The white-haired, red-eyed Luo Cong’an was the complete her in Chen An’s heart.
The true her.
Now that he saw her, it was merely a moment of emotion.
But the woman standing by the bed clearly didn’t think so.
She reluctantly took half a step back, pursed her lips, looked up at the young man on the bed, and spoke softly.
“Mister, haven’t you forgiven me yet?”
“I’m sorry… Cong’an overstepped…”
Her frantic search for thousands of years had never stirred her.
But now, just a casual glance from Mister made Luo Cong’an almost suffocated.
She could be a powerful cultivator who transformed into myriad forms and traversed worlds.
But in front of Mister, she was always that sensitive, fragile little girl, abandoned and despised by the world.
Chen An’s unfocused pupils re-focused.
He steadied his gaze and suddenly sighed.
He said, “Cong’an, I forgave you long ago.”
“It’s you who hasn’t forgiven yourself.”
The young man’s words entered her ears.
The woman’s previously nervous expression froze completely.
Her body trembled slightly, and she lowered her head without speaking.
Silence soon returned to the room.
Chen An was very patient.
He also stopped speaking and watched her quietly.
Until the woman suddenly made a move, breaking the silence.
Luo Cong’an practically lunged forward.
She threw herself into Mister’s embrace, burying her head in his chest and sobbing softly.
It seemed as if she wanted to vent all the emotions she had accumulated in her heart over the years.
Shedding her tough and powerful exterior, she was still the girl who loved to act spoiled in Mister’s arms.
Nothing had changed.
“Mister… *sob sob*, but I, I can’t forgive myself…”
She cried, revealing her vulnerable side without reservation.
“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have left Mister back then… I’m sorry…”
Luo Cong’an’s voice was intermittent.
Interspersed with a couple of uncontrollable sobs.
As she spoke, she reached out to wipe her reddened eyes.
But her hand stopped in mid-air as it was held by another slender hand.
Palm to palm, warmth conveyed comfort.
She looked up and saw Mister’s gentle eyes, with a hint of a smile.
“Cong’an, I’ve never blamed you.”
“Really?”
Luo Cong’an blinked her eyes and asked tentatively.
Chen An nodded.
He reached out with his other hand and gently wiped the tears from her face.
His touch was smooth and soft, like jelly.
So he couldn’t help but pinch it a bit more.
This was a habitual action; it often happened when they were together before.
Luo Cong’an naturally did not resist.
Her long eyelashes trembled, and her slender swan-like neck was tinged with a slight blush under the moonlight.
Chen An’s action was not driven by any lustful thoughts.
After pinching, he prepared to withdraw his hand.
But soon, it was held back by Luo Cong’an.
“Don’t…”
Her red eyes were filled with unease.
Chen An paused and didn’t rush to pull his hand away.
It was just touching her face, no big deal.
They had done more intimate things than this before.
Back then, both of them were pure.
Chen An had never harbored any ill intentions, and the young girl’s heart was pure; she only wanted to be close to him.
But times had changed, and someone seemed to have developed some ulterior motives.
“Oh, Mister, don’t move randomly.”
Following that was Chen An’s somewhat speechless voice.
“You’re holding my hand, do you think I want to move?”
“I don’t care!”
Luo Cong’an retorted with a blushing face.
Although this rebuttal was so pale and weak.
“Really, Mister, I just want a hug, why are you so stingy…”
“Just a hug?”
“Mhm!”
…
…
A little while later, Luo Cong’an, under the moonlight, nimbly flipped out of the room.
She recalled Mister’s attitude towards her, and the corners of her mouth curved into a triumphant arc.
As expected, Mister was still the same.
Slow and steady, she would eventually win him over!
Thinking this, she suddenly felt some regret.
If she hadn’t been so impulsive when they first reunited.
Why would she need all this trouble now?
She might as well have thought of a name for their child already!
Under the cold moonlight, a chilling female voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Luo Cong’an’s fantasies.
“A pervert who can get aroused by her own Mister…”
“Disgusting!”
(End of this chapter)
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The past is the past.
Dwelling on this issue further holds little significance.
Chen An merely frowned and said, “Don’t try to be clever with me. You know what I’m worried about.”
“Her personality won’t be as easy to talk to as in the previous two lives.”
That’s right.
If the person who appears next is the ‘mortal’ from the third life, then Blue Star, which has just recovered its spiritual energy, will truly fall into great chaos.
Even all order is very likely to be destroyed.
She won’t care about anyone’s feelings.
“I don’t know…”
The system was very innocent.
If it could materialize, it would definitely be shrugging its shoulders and spreading its hands.
The young man took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to curse.
He looked out the window and suddenly felt the moonlight had become much whiter.
Then, a small head poked out from under the windowsill.
It turned out the moonlight hadn’t turned white, but because a patch of snowy white was blocking it.
Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her pair of red eyes widened slightly.
It seemed that every time she faced Chen An, she reverted to her girlish nature from back then.
In short, she was much livelier than usual.
Luo Cong’an blinked.
“Uh…”
“Mister has such refined taste. You’re still not sleeping so late.”
Despite being caught red-handed, Luo Cong’an quickly suppressed her arising embarrassment and nimbly flipped over.
She landed lightly in the room, her clear face bearing an embarrassed yet polite smile.
“Um… Good evening, Mister.”
But the expected response did not come.
Luo Cong’an was stunned for a moment, then looked up.
Her palms, hanging at her sides, clenched restlessly.
Did her sudden visit anger Mister again?
Or had Mister never forgiven her previous offense?
Or, at the most fundamental level, her broken promise…
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Luo Cong’an’s mind.
She mustered the courage to look, but only saw the Mister in a daze.
The young man leaned against the head of the bed. His usually indifferent gaze was now somewhat vacant. His face was as placid as ever, giving no clue to his thoughts.
Chen An was not blaming her, of course.
Or rather, given his disposition and his past experiences with Luo Cong’an,
he couldn’t muster any feelings of blame.
Perhaps in that small courtyard, his more than ten years of waiting had only yielded a vast expanse of white.
But Chen An knew,
it wasn’t Luo Cong’an’s fault.
Neither of them had the power to resist at the time.
The promise of their meeting, in the face of fate’s invisible hand, was naturally as fragile as paper.
He was in a daze only because those fragmented memories were slowly overlapping with the present.
The white-haired, red-eyed Luo Cong’an was the complete her in Chen An’s heart.
The true her.
Now that he saw her, it was merely a moment of emotion.
But the woman standing by the bed clearly didn’t think so.
She reluctantly took half a step back, pursed her lips, looked up at the young man on the bed, and spoke softly.
“Mister, haven’t you forgiven me yet?”
“I’m sorry… Cong’an overstepped…”
Her frantic search for thousands of years had never stirred her.
But now, just a casual glance from Mister made Luo Cong’an almost suffocated.
She could be a powerful cultivator who transformed into myriad forms and traversed worlds.
But in front of Mister, she was always that sensitive, fragile little girl, abandoned and despised by the world.
Chen An’s unfocused pupils re-focused.
He steadied his gaze and suddenly sighed.
He said, “Cong’an, I forgave you long ago.”
“It’s you who hasn’t forgiven yourself.”
The young man’s words entered her ears.
The woman’s previously nervous expression froze completely.
Her body trembled slightly, and she lowered her head without speaking.
Silence soon returned to the room.
Chen An was very patient.
He also stopped speaking and watched her quietly.
Until the woman suddenly made a move, breaking the silence.
Luo Cong’an practically lunged forward.
She threw herself into Mister’s embrace, burying her head in his chest and sobbing softly.
It seemed as if she wanted to vent all the emotions she had accumulated in her heart over the years.
Shedding her tough and powerful exterior, she was still the girl who loved to act spoiled in Mister’s arms.
Nothing had changed.
“Mister… *sob sob*, but I, I can’t forgive myself…”
She cried, revealing her vulnerable side without reservation.
“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have left Mister back then… I’m sorry…”
Luo Cong’an’s voice was intermittent.
Interspersed with a couple of uncontrollable sobs.
As she spoke, she reached out to wipe her reddened eyes.
But her hand stopped in mid-air as it was held by another slender hand.
Palm to palm, warmth conveyed comfort.
She looked up and saw Mister’s gentle eyes, with a hint of a smile.
“Cong’an, I’ve never blamed you.”
“Really?”
Luo Cong’an blinked her eyes and asked tentatively.
Chen An nodded.
He reached out with his other hand and gently wiped the tears from her face.
His touch was smooth and soft, like jelly.
So he couldn’t help but pinch it a bit more.
This was a habitual action; it often happened when they were together before.
Luo Cong’an naturally did not resist.
Her long eyelashes trembled, and her slender swan-like neck was tinged with a slight blush under the moonlight.
Chen An’s action was not driven by any lustful thoughts.
After pinching, he prepared to withdraw his hand.
But soon, it was held back by Luo Cong’an.
“Don’t…”
Her red eyes were filled with unease.
Chen An paused and didn’t rush to pull his hand away.
It was just touching her face, no big deal.
They had done more intimate things than this before.
Back then, both of them were pure.
Chen An had never harbored any ill intentions, and the young girl’s heart was pure; she only wanted to be close to him.
But times had changed, and someone seemed to have developed some ulterior motives.
“Oh, Mister, don’t move randomly.”
Following that was Chen An’s somewhat speechless voice.
“You’re holding my hand, do you think I want to move?”
“I don’t care!”
Luo Cong’an retorted with a blushing face.
Although this rebuttal was so pale and weak.
“Really, Mister, I just want a hug, why are you so stingy…”
“Just a hug?”
“Mhm!”
…
…
A little while later, Luo Cong’an, under the moonlight, nimbly flipped out of the room.
She recalled Mister’s attitude towards her, and the corners of her mouth curved into a triumphant arc.
As expected, Mister was still the same.
Slow and steady, she would eventually win him over!
Thinking this, she suddenly felt some regret.
If she hadn’t been so impulsive when they first reunited.
Why would she need all this trouble now?
She might as well have thought of a name for their child already!
Under the cold moonlight, a chilling female voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Luo Cong’an’s fantasies.
“A pervert who can get aroused by her own Mister…”
“Disgusting!”
(End of this chapter)
