half demon glass

Chapter 797 It turns out that the love is mutual
My deep hatred and endless boredom for southern Xinjiang were planted in my heart countless times inadvertently.

Everyone said that it was because of Feng Jiuqing that I hated Southern Xinjiang so much. It was because I fell in love with a fox demon and was bewitched that I was willing to betray the place where I was born and raised.

No, not at all!

It turns out that all of this was my original intention.

Even if there is no Feng Jiuqing, once the seeds of rebellion are planted in the heart, one day they will surely blossom and bear fruit.

Rather than saying that he tempted me to betray Southern Xinjiang, it is better to say that Feng Jiuqing's appearance became the trigger for the collapse of my last vestige of faith.

The older I get, the further my faith in Southern Xinjiang goes. The more I learn about the secrets of Southern Xinjiang, the more I hate this proud and proud place.

I'm not a fool. I grew up in southern Xinjiang, so how could I not know that there must be a reason why a little fox suddenly broke into southern Xinjiang, which has always been heavily guarded.

It turns out that I had known for a long time that this fox, which had been with me in the dark for a long time, would not be that simple when it came to southern Xinjiang. I was just living in pain and suffering, and selfishly wanted to keep it by my side, even if It would be nice to have one more minute or one second.

After all, it is still too lonely to live.

I was so lonely that everyone envied my birth and everything I had, but no one could understand the shackles on my body and my pain.

I had no one to talk to, even my closest friends at the time, Qian Xianjing, Qian Xianling, Yun Moyi, and even Yun Mochen, who was very hostile to me at first but was completely convinced later. .

They all just think that I want too much.

But if I had a choice, I would rather not be the saint of southern Xinjiang, I would rather not have this pure bloodline, and not have this status that is respected by thousands of people.

What I want is for my mother to live happily, a simple and normal life for a family, that's all.

Later, I left Southern Xinjiang to experience the mortal world. The year I met Ye Jinli was actually the most wanton, carefree and happiest year since I grew up in Southern Xinjiang.

During that year, when I was awake, I no longer had to think about anything that happened in southern Xinjiang, nor did I have to think about tomorrow and the future.

All I can think about is where to go tomorrow, what to eat the day after tomorrow, and what weird and interesting things are there in the world?

Only when I'm drunk, I can't help but express my deep feelings, intentionally or unintentionally revealing the pain in my heart, but I don't dare to say too much to him for fear of him discovering my true identity.

Ye Jinli really gave me deep comfort.

After a whole year of getting along, traveling around various places, we have seen how flowers bloom, where the creek flows, the summer wind blows, and the winter snow, I can’t say I am moved...

Perhaps, it is self-deception.

It's just that the heartbeat at that time was more of a forbearance, because I didn't have the courage to give it a try, because...

There are too many concerns.

So when people from southern Xinjiang appeared and took me back quietly, I broke the agreement I made with him to go to our hometown to see the flowers bloom.

Just like that, forever missed.

I also suddenly understood why Ye Jinli insisted on letting me see the memories of the year I met him.

Sometimes, happiness is mutual.

He buried that memory in the hottest place in his heart. He certainly didn't believe that I would be so heartless that I could never forget the scenery I saw that year after returning to southern Xinjiang.

(End of this chapter)