Resentment and hatred, anger and frustration-of course she had felt them. They had simply been buried beneath one declaration after another of "I'm only doing this for your own good."
"Don't embarrass me." "Haven't you made enough of a fool of yourself?" "You're so immature"...
The emotions she had suppressed throughout her life, all born of her longing to be loved, had never truly been released.
Even though it was only much later that she learned no one loved her at all. At the end of her life, Tang Rui had already wanted to go wild for once.
She raised her head, endless sparks in her eyes. Yet there was conflict there, too.
Because this world still had far too many rules to bind her.
Wen Xishu understood this perfectly well, too. If the apocalypse were still far in the future, if the world were not about to see its order collapse...
He would not have made such an invitation.
If he had enough time, he would have devised a meticulous revenge plan that evaded legal punishment, just like the protagonists in so many films and television shows.
But if he had fewer than forty-eight hours, Wen Xishu would choose to do those forbidden things alone.
Repaying grievances and avenging wrongs might earn cheers and applause in a martial arts story. But in an orderly, harmonious reality, it was evil and brutality.
Fortunately, the apocalypse was approaching.
The age when survival of the strong was the only truth would soon arrive. Wen Xishu decided to give Tang Rui an opportunity, but he also left the choice in her own hands.
"We've both drunk the wine. You know what it feels like. But you can choose not to believe me, too. Whether you leave or stay is entirely up to you."