Why Did You Push Her Away? Are You Waiting for Her to Grow Up and Kill You?!

After a while, the silence beneath the covers was broken by Bibi Dong.

Her emotions had completely settled. She turned around and fixed Nan Feng with a clear-eyed stare. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Once she calmed down, she immediately understood.

Everything that had happened today had definitely been orchestrated by this guy.

With Nan Feng's ability to conceal things from everyone, if he had truly wanted to hide Qian Renxue, then even if Qian Xunji turned the Saintess Palace upside down, he would not have found the slightest clue.

Tonight's exposure had been deliberate.

"Of course it was for you." Nan Feng rubbed the bite mark on his wrist and sighed.

Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh. "For me? Didn't you pity Qian Renxue?"

"Please, the reason I pity her is because of you." Nan Feng looked at her speechlessly. "If you truly hated her to the bone, why would I bother with her? Am I so full that I have nothing better to do than make myself the villain on both sides?"

Nan Feng put away his teasing expression and looked straight into Bibi Dong's eyes. "I just saw how much you were tormenting yourself, so I wanted to help you untangle this knot in your heart."

"You do deeply resent Qian Renxue's existence because of Qian Xunji. But you also know perfectly well that this child is innocent. So, you could only choose to keep an absolute distance from her."

"You were afraid that your hatred for Qian Xunji would make you suddenly lose control, lose your reason, and kill her in a fit of rage. You were even more afraid that you might gradually come to truly like her."

"Because in your eyes, loving Qian Xunji's daughter would be a betrayal of your own dignity."

Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly, but she did not refute him.

"But when she is truly sad and hurting, are you happy?" Nan Feng pressed. "Do you feel that satisfaction of seeing an enemy suffer misfortune?"

"No. Your maternal instincts still make you unable to stop yourself from worrying about her. You simply force those instincts down and even keep hypnotizing yourself, telling yourself that you ought to be happy."

"And what happened? You just kept torturing yourself over and over. You pushed her away, saw her suffer, and couldn't bear it in your heart. Then you continued hypnotizing yourself... Your thoughts became more and more tangled, more and more distorted. This has a great deal to do with it."

Nan Feng sighed. "I can sense that you have a strong self-destructive tendency. Otherwise, the Rakshasa God's evil thought would not have come looking for you so early."

"The Rakshasa Evil Thought is formed from the most extreme and darkest thoughts in the human heart. Without enough resentment and madness, it would not even pay attention to you, because ordinary people simply cannot endure the corrosion of that evil thought."

"He who wears the crown must bear its weight. This Rakshasa Evil Thought is even more so. If you want to control it, you must first feel it and become one with it."

"Before, I exposed your obsession with Yu Xiaogang. Your resentment toward Qian Xunji still remained, but you no longer had that madness of wanting to drag the whole world down with you."

Nan Feng looked at her. "But when it comes to Qian Renxue, you have become even more twisted than before."

"Before, you were not clear-headed, and your hatred was pure. But now, you are rational, and your hatred has a clear target. That has also made your guilt toward Qian Renxue grow heavier and heavier. Don't deny it. I can see it."

"If all you truly felt for her was hatred, I would never have pushed her in front of you."

Bibi Dong stared at him steadily. "So, you were testing me?"

"I was helping you calm down." Nan Feng said helplessly, "I don't object to your revenge. I don't care who you want to kill. I can even help you."

"But what happens after you get your revenge?"

Nan Feng's tone became exceptionally serious. "After settling such a great vengeance born from extreme hatred, there is no so-called exhilaration. There is only endless emptiness and confusion. Because your hatred is your obsession. Right now, you are living entirely by relying on that one breath."

"Once that breath dissipates, you must find another goal to support your life. Otherwise, you will not be able to go on living."

"If you were the old you, filled with madness, I know that even after killing Qian Xunji, you would not be satisfied. You would continue hating this world and want to destroy everything. But can the current you still keep hating everything?"

"After you kill Qian Xunji, you will be confused, empty, and unable to understand what meaning there is in living. You may collapse."

Nan Feng reached out with his uninjured hand and gently held Bibi Dong's fingers.

"I want to help your withered heart come alive again. You should not live only by clinging to that twisted obsession. You can live for yourself. You can live happily."

Bibi Dong clasped his hand in return, her voice somewhat hoarse. "Then... why did you push Qian Renxue toward me?"

"Because she is the most suitable one."

Nan Feng spoke softly. "Your empty heart needs something to fill it. Hatred will only make that hollow grow larger. Only warm love can truly fill it."

"When people live, whether they seek fame and fortune or hide away in the deep mountains to contemplate the truth, in the end, aren't they all trying to satisfy their own hearts? The methods are simply different."

"What you desire most, ultimately, is still love. Otherwise, your hatred would not be so intense."

Nan Feng looked at her and enunciated each word.

"Good and evil are one. Love and hatred are also one."

Bibi Dong fell silent once more.

Within the dim bedchamber, only the soft breathing of the two of them remained.

After a long while, Bibi Dong finally spoke slowly, her voice still carrying an unresolved dryness and resistance.

"But I... truly do not want to see her. When I see that face, when I see her Martial Soul, I uncontrollably think of that beast!"

"Besides, there is no way I can ever spare Qian Xunji!"

Cold hatred reignited in Bibi Dong's eyes. "Since this is destined to be an irreconcilable blood feud, keeping my distance from her is actually a good thing for her."

"A good thing?"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly. "What's good about it? Good so she can build up a heart full of resentment, and when she grows up, hate you with perfect justification and come seek revenge?"

"I knew it!"

Nan Feng pointed at her. "You actually have a twisted kind of maternal love for Qian Renxue! Your severe self-destructive tendencies have even made you develop an absurd expectation deep in your subconscious—you secretly hope that one day, when she grows up, she will come to you with a sword to take revenge, and personally end this twisted feud and your life!"

"You just refuse to admit it! Because your hatred for Qian Xunji is too strong—so strong that you lost yourself, so strong that you feel loving Qian Renxue would be a betrayal of the scars on your body!"

Having had the most secret corner of her heart exposed, Bibi Dong's eyes flickered violently.

She gritted her teeth and retorted, "Then what about you? You are going to such lengths to make her get close to me. What do you expect her to do in the future?!"

"After I kill Qian Xunji, she will be caught in the middle as his daughter. On one side is her birth mother, and on the other is her birth father. Won't she be upset? Won't she suffer?!"

Bibi Dong's voice rose slightly. "You want her to witness such a tragedy with her own eyes. Wouldn't that torment her even more?!"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, a sly smile curling at his lips. "Oh? So... you finally admit that you pushed her away and kept your distance from her because you wanted to protect her?"

Panic flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes, and she immediately turned her head away. "Don't change the subject!"

"I'm not changing the subject. I'm helping you solve this deadlock right now."

Nan Feng's smile vanished, and his tone became serious. "Did you think that all month, when I spent every day fooling around with her in the garden, I was only bickering with her?"

"Her mouth may be tough, but I still coaxed plenty of things out of her. She poured out every grievance she had suffered over the years to me all at once."

Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong. "She said you did not like her. Ever since she could remember, you had always despised her and looked at her with that cold gaze, as if she were an enemy. Every time she gathered the courage to approach you, you would only mercilessly push her away."

"Especially after she awakened the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, you directly turned and ran away, hiding in that hellish place without even light—the Capital of Slaughter."

Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly, her fingers unconsciously clutching the bedsheet tighter.

"She also said that her father was always busy and perfunctory with her. And he was never willing to answer her directly—why doesn't Mother like me?"

"She clearly had done nothing wrong. If she had really done something wrong, why would no one tell her so that she could change? She had no choice but to go cry to her grandfather. But her grandfather would only sigh and refuse to tell her anything."

"Everyone was lying to her. No one would give her an answer."

Bibi Dong shut her eyes tightly, and a trace of pain spilled from the corners of them.

"I told her," Nan Feng continued, "that if she had never done anything wrong, then the root of the problem was not with her. But she refused to accept that. She thought that if she was not at fault, why should she be blamed?"

"Then I told her that people are simply like this. Where there is love for someone, there is love for everything connected to them. Naturally, where there is hatred for someone, there is hatred for everything connected to them."

"Reason is something people can only stand on the sidelines and use to lecture others when it has nothing to do with them. When catastrophe truly strikes and the matter falls upon your own head, reason is gone, tolerance is gone, and all that remains is hysteria."