Tang Wulin Breaks Down in Tears: Wuwu Yi... I Feel Like I'll Never Love Again

Lin An opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but swallowed the words back down.

He gritted his teeth, took Shadow Brake by the hand, and turned to leave.

The crowd parted automatically to make way.

Every gaze was pinned upon them.

The youth, exquisite as a painting, and the woman, noble as a deity descended to the world, walked away side by side.

Just looking at their backs was enough to make one breathless with how well-matched they were.

Ouyang Zixin stared blankly at Shadow Brake's back, her lips moving, but she could not utter a sound.

There was no comparison.

There was simply no comparison.

The figure, the appearance, that aura of holiness... she did not even have the qualifications to stand before the other woman.

In this moment, her pride, her beauty, and her title as the school belle were shattered into nothingness.

She gave a bitter smile, turned, and left in silence.

As for Gu Yue, she watched helplessly as Lin An pushed open the dormitory door.

She watched helplessly as that door closed right in front of her.

"Bang."

It was a very soft sound.

Yet, it felt like a nuclear bomb detonating inside her mind.

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"No... Lin An..."

Dizziness struck her violently, and Gu Yue's knees went weak, causing her to pitch forward.

Her tears finally broke through the dam.

Large, heavy droplets rolled down, hitting the ground and shattering into splashes.

"Why... I am your destined lover..."

"How could you... do this to me?"

She collapsed onto the floor, her long silver hair disheveled, her entire being as if drained of all strength.

The mere thought of Lin An sharing a bed with that woman tonight, entangled in passion.

"Pfft—"

Gu Yue's vision went completely black.

Her body slumped limply to the side.

The next moment, a dark shadow appeared silently beside her, steadying her firmly.

Di Tian looked at his master in such a state, his mouth twitching with heartache.

He shifted his gaze toward the tightly shut door, killing intent surging in the depths of his eyes.

"Master," he said in a voice pressed extremely low, "does this subordinate need to capture the Dragon Queen?"

Gu Yue leaned against his arm, taking a long while to recover before she could barely open her eyes.

Tears still hung on her lashes, her eye sockets were red, but a trace of clarity gradually returned to the depths of her pupils.

She stared at that door, silent for a long time.

"No need."

Her voice was hoarse, but her tone was strangely calm.

A calm that chilled the spine, like the silence before a storm.

"Let's go back first."

She had already realized it.

That woman was definitely no ordinary person.

That aura, that indifference, that depth she couldn't even fathom—it was at least a god-level soul.

She did not have absolute certainty in a direct confrontation.

However.

Her dragon scale was still on Lin An.

That Reverse Scale was one she had plucked out with her own hands, inscribed with the purest spatial formation.

No matter where Lin An was, she could sense him.

No matter what danger Lin An encountered, she could arrive in an instant.

If it truly reached the point of no return—

Her eyes turned icy, a cold light flashing within her purple irises.

Even if it meant breaking his legs.

Even if it meant imprisoning him in the depths of Star Dou.

Even if he hated her for the rest of his life.

She would still take him back.

She stood up, leaning on Di Tian's arm.

Without looking at that door again, she said only a single, indifferent word.

"Let's go."

The figures of the two vanished silently in the corridor, as if they had never existed.

The corridor remained quiet for several seconds.

Only then did the surrounding students dare to breathe deeply.

Some patted their chests, some wiped away cold sweat, and others whispered, "The pressure just now was too terrifying."

Xie Xie squeezed out from the crowd, glanced at the direction where Gu Yue had disappeared, and then looked at Lin An's tightly shut dormitory door, his expression like someone who had finally given up after days of constipation.

He nudged the dazed Tang Wulin beside him.

"Are you... not going to chase after her?"

Tang Wulin didn't move.

He stood there like a stake driven into the ground.

There was no expression on his face, but those eyes that were always bright were now veiled in gray.

He remained silent for a long time.

Then, he shook his head.

"She doesn't need me."

His gaze fell upon that door.

"And it seems... Lin An doesn't need me either."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to smile, but failed.

"I think... I've had my heart broken."

After saying this, the cowlick on his head drooped completely, and he looked like a puppy that had been drenched in the rain and abandoned.

Xie Xie opened his mouth, wanting to say, "When were you ever in love?" but looking at Tang Wulin's state, he couldn't get a single word out.

In the end, he simply reached out and patted Tang Wulin's shoulder heavily.

"Fine. I'll keep you company, brother."

He paused, then added:

"Look on the bright side. Someone like Lin An isn't for the likes of us to pine after. We should be content just to soak up some cultivation buffs by his side."

Tang Wulin managed a weak smile.

That smile was uglier than crying.

"I know. I just wanted to stay by his side... even if it was just as an ordinary friend."

As he spoke, tears suddenly began to flow uncontrollably.

Not wailing, just streaming down silently.

"Wuwu-yi... Xie Xie... I feel like I'll never love again in this life..."

He wiped his face messily with the back of his hand, only making it wetter.

A snot bubble popped out, and he looked utterly wretched.

Xie Xie sighed, said nothing, and simply draped an arm over Tang Wulin's shoulder, leading him toward the stairwell.

The students in the corridor gradually dispersed.

But gathered in twos and threes, their passion for gossip remained undiminished.

"Who was that woman just now? Her aura was too strong; she's definitely a big shot."

"No kidding. She flew down from the sky, didn't you see? Standing in mid-air without her feet touching the ground. There wasn't even a fluctuation of soul power—that kind of control, she's at least a Titled Douluo."

The speaker lowered his voice.

"She might even be a Super Douluo."

"It makes sense. Lin An is a big shot from Ming Capital; it's no surprise he has such a beauty by his side. Sigh, people like that aren't for us commoners to pine after."

Someone chimed in sourly, "His meal cost 190,000. Your soul ring cost 70,000. What are you going to pine with? Your life?"

A chorus of self-deprecating laughter erupted from the crowd.

Ouyang Zixin walked at the very back, listening to these discussions, her footsteps slowing down more and more.

She suddenly felt that she was ridiculous.

Just a few days ago, she had been full of confidence when she went to add him as a friend, thinking she had a chance.

Seeing that woman today, she finally understood what it meant to be worlds apart.

She unpinned Lin An's profile from the top of her communicator, then pinned it back again.

She unpinned it again, then pinned it back again.

In the end, she still couldn't bring herself to delete it.

Inside the dormitory.

The moment the door closed, Lin An let out a long sigh.

He released Shadow Brake's hand, pressed his back against the door panel, and raised a hand to rub his temples forcefully.

"Sorry, I let you see a joke."

"No apology needed."

Shadow Brake stood in the center of the room, her face devoid of expression.

The moon-white cheongsam wrapped around her body, shimmering with a porcelain-like luster under the lights.

Her pinkish-purple hair hung down to her waist, making that face look unrealistically beautiful.

Her gaze was vacant, like the eyes of an exquisite doll.

Lin An pointed toward the bed.

She walked over and sat down, her hands resting on her knees in a posture so upright it was almost rigid.

Lin An walked up to her and gently pressed both hands against her forehead.

The sensation from his fingertips was cool and delicate, not like human skin, but rather like some kind of top-tier bone china.

"Close your eyes. Relax."

Shadow Brake lowered her eyelids.

The next second, a gentle, purifying power flowed from Lin An's fingertips.

Seven-colored light bloomed between the two of them, and a rainbow-hued halo rippled outward like water, saturating the entire room.