Bibi Dong slowly raised her head. At last, a humble plea surfaced in those unfocused eyes.
"Nan Feng..."
"Do you really... no longer want to stay by my side?"
Hearing this utterly unchanged attempt to keep him, Nan Feng closed his eyes and let out an exhausted sigh.
"How many times have I told you why I'm leaving? Do you genuinely not remember, or are you playing dumb?"
Nan Feng opened his eyes again and looked down at her coldly. "I thought I'd made myself clear enough. But what about you?"
"You know you're wrong, yet you refuse to admit it! Never mind changing!"
"I know what you're thinking."
"You'll never believe there was anything wrong with what you did. Just like Qian Xunji—he never thought his actions were wrong either. Even if things were exposed and something went awry, people like you would only think you'd messed up the execution."
"Even if time rewound and you were given another chance, you still wouldn't think, 'I was wrong.' You'd only think about how not to screw it up next time!"
Nan Feng stood with his hands behind his back. "Of course, I can't entirely blame you. Most people in this world are exactly like that."
"Those who can truly recognize their mistakes are few and far between. Admitting fault requires the courage to face your own heart, to cut open your own pride. But most people in this world are nothing but weaklings who put on a strong front!"
"Only absolute violence can force them to lower their heads in submission. Likewise, the only solution their pathetic minds can come up with is violence."
Nan Feng's voice gradually rose, carrying a trace of suppressed fury:
"Do you know why I'm so angry?!"
"Because so often, I realize in despair that