I'm Out of Ideas, I'm Also Avoiding It!

The secret chamber was deathly silent.

Bibi Dong sat dazedly on the floor, her lips moving as though she were desperately trying to understand Nan Feng's words. Yet the deeply ingrained way she thought made it impossible for her to grasp the heart of what he meant.

Subconsciously, she still believed that Nan Feng was angry because she had not done well enough, because she had done something wrong. As long as she changed, as long as she obeyed, he would come back.

Seeing that stubborn logic still lingering in Bibi Dong's eyes, the last trace of hope in Nan Feng's gaze went out completely.

He irritably raked a hand through his hair and let out an utterly absurd, cold laugh.

"Can't you understand plain human speech?"

"Or were you never planning to listen to anything I said from the very beginning?!"

"Trying to communicate with people like you is like playing music to a cow!"

"You simply refuse to hear any voices from the outside! Every last one of you is trapped inside your own closed loop of logic, living entirely in your own world!"

"I say I hope you'll be happy, and you tell me you want to admit your mistakes and change."

In the dim secret chamber, the oppressive atmosphere felt suffocating enough to drive someone mad.

Bibi Dong's eyes reddened, tears welling within them. All that remained on that noble, breathtakingly beautiful face was shattered vulnerability. She clutched tightly at Nan Feng's sleeve, her choked voice nearly inaudible.

"But I... just want you to stay."

Hearing those almost pleading, humble words, Nan Feng froze for a moment—then he was so angry that he laughed.

There was not a shred of joy in that laughter, only profound helplessness and absurdity.

He shook off her grip, crouched before