Chapter 245: Chen Xi
Perhaps someone thought their peculiar little habits were well-hidden, but how could they possibly escape Selena, who spent every moment with her?
At best, it could fool a simpleton like Father…
With that thought, Selena suddenly came to her senses.
Perhaps it was because of the disrespectful things she had done to Father last night, that she was now prone to overthinking.
She steadied herself and looked at Luo Cong’an, continuing to recount what happened next.
From when they were brought back to the manor, to the Holy See’s relentless pressure, and finally that earth-shattering battle.
The man wielding lightning, facing the multitude without fear, appeared like a god at that moment.
Of course, it was impossible to escape the dead silence that returned after everything concluded.
The warm, red blood, the truth of the god-making ritual.
Everything unfolded like a painted scroll, accompanied by that melodious sound.
Luo Cong’an listened silently, then looked at the woman with an extremely complex expression.
Empathizing so deeply, she even felt a sense of pity, which was akin to ‘aiding the enemy’.
“No wonder…”
She sighed lightly, and the lingering resentment in her heart dissipated considerably.
Her palm was held by the woman once more.
Luo Cong’an looked up and found Selena gazing at her, unblinking.
There were no extraneous thoughts mixed in her gaze.
Only genuine sincerity.
“I believe, Sister Cong’an must have had a similar experience to mine.”
Selena said, then suddenly smiled.
“So, please know this, even when I was with Father at the beginning, I never had the slightest thought of monopolizing him.”
The implication in her words became increasingly clear.
Luo Cong’an wanted to say something to refute, but in the end, she felt that any words would only make her seem petty.
So, she could only lower her head somewhat dejectedly and say softly, “But, liking someone should mean wanting to possess them exclusively…”
A cheerful response came from beside her.
“That’s easy.”
Luo Cong’an was stunned and looked up.
She saw the woman chuckling and silently mouthing a few words.
Instantly, Luo Cong’an’s face visibly flushed. She stammered for a long time, finally managing to say, “Not yet…”
Seeing this, the woman’s smile gradually became more unrestrained.
She leaned into Luo Cong’an’s ear and whispered, “It’s okay, I can help you.”
Luo Cong’an’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but her words were interrupted by a figure appearing not far away.
It was the young man she had been waiting for.
He pushed open the room door to see the two of them leaning against each other under the tree, his expression seemingly stunned.
“You… what is this?”
…
…
Since the resurgence of spiritual energy, strange and supernatural phenomena have been occurring all over the world.
Leaving aside folk legends, personal experiences are often discussed online.
And this pervasive sense of unease finally erupted yesterday.
The phenomenon on Mount Longhu was so immense that countless people recorded the terrifying scene with their mobile phones.
The sky was torn apart, rain poured down, thick black clouds piled up, and within the clouds, dozens ofzhang-long, majestic silver dragons were brewing madly.
Things seemed to be becoming clearer, and the direction of the spiritual energy resurgence was being revealed by those who knew a little more.
Fortunately, the official “War Propaganda Bureau” intervened promptly and controlled the situation.
In truth, reaching this point may not have been without the official forces secretly fanning the flames.
However, considering the bigger picture, they wouldn’t reveal everything all at once.
By revealing small glimpses from time to time, and once the public’s excitement and anxiety have subsided, the official endorsement would minimize the impact of the spiritual energy resurgence.
In a forgotten small town.
Sunflower Orphanage.
The early morning sun was warm, casting a gentle glow on people, not scorching but comfortably mild.
In the open space of the orphanage, a slender figure sat quietly.
As usual, she sat on the steps, leaning against a pillar, her head slightly bowed.
This was Chen Xi’s most common posture.
It was used to hide half of her face, which was burned.
Now reborn, her skin was as tender and white as a newborn’s.
Yet, she had retained this habit, which continued to this day.
A moment later, the quietly seated girl reached into her skirt and took out a mobile phone.
Chen An had bought it for her before he left, fearing she might be bored or need to contact someone.
However, it had been over a month since she parted ways with Chen An, and she had never initiated a message or made a phone call.
This was naturally not because she didn’t miss him.
With a tap of her fingertip, the phone screen lit up.
An old, yellowed photograph appeared on the screen.
In the photo were two children, a boy and a girl.
Their clothes looked a bit worn, but they were neatly and cleanly dressed .
The boy appeared to be around seven or eight years old, while the girl was smaller and weaker.
This was a candid shot.
At that time, Chen An was helping Chen Xi, who had recently arrived at the orphanage, wash up.
The girl was not born blind, but had lost her sight in a fire.
So, at this time, she was very clumsy at everything she did.
Initially, everyone at the orphanage was quite enthusiastic and willing to help.
But as time passed, people’s patience wore thin, leaving only annoyance.
Gradually, even the girl began to hate herself.
Unable to express her emotions, she learned to be indifferent like the adults, to mask her fragile and sensitive heart.
She thought that if she acted this way, no one would bother to interfere, and she could just be left to fend for herself.
At first, this was indeed the case.
But one day, a boy’s voice, still childish, appeared.
He patiently taught her, over and over again, how to dress, how to wash her face, how to brush her teeth.
This was not the occasional whim of concern from most people, but a consistent effort year after year, day after day.
In the photo, the boy held a tattered washcloth and was earnestly wiping the girl’s face.
She had a blank, indifferent expression.
And due to the fire, half of her cheek was scarred and scabbed, making her look extremely hideous.
The scene froze.
The girl did not unlock the screen further, merely staring blankly at the set wallpaper.
A moment later, a footstep interrupted her reverie.
It was Qin Shou, who came from the same background but now lived a life of luxury.
He looked at the girl’s back, scratched his head, and put down the large pile of miscellaneous gift bags he was carrying.
Among them were mostly items favored by young people today, such as iPhones, computers, and tablets.
He thought for a moment, coughed lightly, and spoke with a tone mimicking adults, “Um… a small gift, it’s not much.”
The girl glanced at him and ignored him.
But Qin Shou happened to see the smartphone the girl was holding. His eyes lit up, and he quickly took out an iPhone from the pile of gifts.
Then, with a proud flash on his face, he said, “Use this one, it’s the latest model, very impressive.”
However, the girl did not show the surprise or envy he expected.
She didn’t even turn her head.
Seeing this, Qin Shou became puzzled.
He thought, back in school, how easily he could win over any girl he pursued.
Why was it that with Chen Xi, who was clearly poorer, it had no effect?
He couldn’t help but regret not having treated the girl better earlier.
Since he had accidentally seen the girl’s restored face some time ago, he was instantly smitten.
It was only then that he persisted, trying to get closer to her.
However, he had tried all the methods he used to chase girls before, but she remained unmoved.
Well, for her to even glance at him as she just did was extremely rare.
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Chapter 245: Chen Xi
Perhaps someone thought their peculiar little habits were well-hidden, but how could they possibly escape Selena, who spent every moment with her?
At best, it could fool a simpleton like Father…
With that thought, Selena suddenly came to her senses.
Perhaps it was because of the disrespectful things she had done to Father last night, that she was now prone to overthinking.
She steadied herself and looked at Luo Cong’an, continuing to recount what happened next.
From when they were brought back to the manor, to the Holy See’s relentless pressure, and finally that earth-shattering battle.
The man wielding lightning, facing the multitude without fear, appeared like a god at that moment.
Of course, it was impossible to escape the dead silence that returned after everything concluded.
The warm, red blood, the truth of the god-making ritual.
Everything unfolded like a painted scroll, accompanied by that melodious sound.
Luo Cong’an listened silently, then looked at the woman with an extremely complex expression.
Empathizing so deeply, she even felt a sense of pity, which was akin to ‘aiding the enemy’.
“No wonder…”
She sighed lightly, and the lingering resentment in her heart dissipated considerably.
Her palm was held by the woman once more.
Luo Cong’an looked up and found Selena gazing at her, unblinking.
There were no extraneous thoughts mixed in her gaze.
Only genuine sincerity.
“I believe, Sister Cong’an must have had a similar experience to mine.”
Selena said, then suddenly smiled.
“So, please know this, even when I was with Father at the beginning, I never had the slightest thought of monopolizing him.”
The implication in her words became increasingly clear.
Luo Cong’an wanted to say something to refute, but in the end, she felt that any words would only make her seem petty.
So, she could only lower her head somewhat dejectedly and say softly, “But, liking someone should mean wanting to possess them exclusively…”
A cheerful response came from beside her.
“That’s easy.”
Luo Cong’an was stunned and looked up.
She saw the woman chuckling and silently mouthing a few words.
Instantly, Luo Cong’an’s face visibly flushed. She stammered for a long time, finally managing to say, “Not yet…”
Seeing this, the woman’s smile gradually became more unrestrained.
She leaned into Luo Cong’an’s ear and whispered, “It’s okay, I can help you.”
Luo Cong’an’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but her words were interrupted by a figure appearing not far away.
It was the young man she had been waiting for.
He pushed open the room door to see the two of them leaning against each other under the tree, his expression seemingly stunned.
“You… what is this?”
…
…
Since the resurgence of spiritual energy, strange and supernatural phenomena have been occurring all over the world.
Leaving aside folk legends, personal experiences are often discussed online.
And this pervasive sense of unease finally erupted yesterday.
The phenomenon on Mount Longhu was so immense that countless people recorded the terrifying scene with their mobile phones.
The sky was torn apart, rain poured down, thick black clouds piled up, and within the clouds, dozens ofzhang-long, majestic silver dragons were brewing madly.
Things seemed to be becoming clearer, and the direction of the spiritual energy resurgence was being revealed by those who knew a little more.
Fortunately, the official “War Propaganda Bureau” intervened promptly and controlled the situation.
In truth, reaching this point may not have been without the official forces secretly fanning the flames.
However, considering the bigger picture, they wouldn’t reveal everything all at once.
By revealing small glimpses from time to time, and once the public’s excitement and anxiety have subsided, the official endorsement would minimize the impact of the spiritual energy resurgence.
In a forgotten small town.
Sunflower Orphanage.
The early morning sun was warm, casting a gentle glow on people, not scorching but comfortably mild.
In the open space of the orphanage, a slender figure sat quietly.
As usual, she sat on the steps, leaning against a pillar, her head slightly bowed.
This was Chen Xi’s most common posture.
It was used to hide half of her face, which was burned.
Now reborn, her skin was as tender and white as a newborn’s.
Yet, she had retained this habit, which continued to this day.
A moment later, the quietly seated girl reached into her skirt and took out a mobile phone.
Chen An had bought it for her before he left, fearing she might be bored or need to contact someone.
However, it had been over a month since she parted ways with Chen An, and she had never initiated a message or made a phone call.
This was naturally not because she didn’t miss him.
With a tap of her fingertip, the phone screen lit up.
An old, yellowed photograph appeared on the screen.
In the photo were two children, a boy and a girl.
Their clothes looked a bit worn, but they were neatly and cleanly dressed .
The boy appeared to be around seven or eight years old, while the girl was smaller and weaker.
This was a candid shot.
At that time, Chen An was helping Chen Xi, who had recently arrived at the orphanage, wash up.
The girl was not born blind, but had lost her sight in a fire.
So, at this time, she was very clumsy at everything she did.
Initially, everyone at the orphanage was quite enthusiastic and willing to help.
But as time passed, people’s patience wore thin, leaving only annoyance.
Gradually, even the girl began to hate herself.
Unable to express her emotions, she learned to be indifferent like the adults, to mask her fragile and sensitive heart.
She thought that if she acted this way, no one would bother to interfere, and she could just be left to fend for herself.
At first, this was indeed the case.
But one day, a boy’s voice, still childish, appeared.
He patiently taught her, over and over again, how to dress, how to wash her face, how to brush her teeth.
This was not the occasional whim of concern from most people, but a consistent effort year after year, day after day.
In the photo, the boy held a tattered washcloth and was earnestly wiping the girl’s face.
She had a blank, indifferent expression.
And due to the fire, half of her cheek was scarred and scabbed, making her look extremely hideous.
The scene froze.
The girl did not unlock the screen further, merely staring blankly at the set wallpaper.
A moment later, a footstep interrupted her reverie.
It was Qin Shou, who came from the same background but now lived a life of luxury.
He looked at the girl’s back, scratched his head, and put down the large pile of miscellaneous gift bags he was carrying.
Among them were mostly items favored by young people today, such as iPhones, computers, and tablets.
He thought for a moment, coughed lightly, and spoke with a tone mimicking adults, “Um… a small gift, it’s not much.”
The girl glanced at him and ignored him.
But Qin Shou happened to see the smartphone the girl was holding. His eyes lit up, and he quickly took out an iPhone from the pile of gifts.
Then, with a proud flash on his face, he said, “Use this one, it’s the latest model, very impressive.”
However, the girl did not show the surprise or envy he expected.
She didn’t even turn her head.
Seeing this, Qin Shou became puzzled.
He thought, back in school, how easily he could win over any girl he pursued.
Why was it that with Chen Xi, who was clearly poorer, it had no effect?
He couldn’t help but regret not having treated the girl better earlier.
Since he had accidentally seen the girl’s restored face some time ago, he was instantly smitten.
It was only then that he persisted, trying to get closer to her.
However, he had tried all the methods he used to chase girls before, but she remained unmoved.
Well, for her to even glance at him as she just did was extremely rare.
