Beyond One's Control

He doesn't need to explain to anyone why he became the way he is now, nor does he need to force himself to live up to anyone's expectations.

This kind of self-reconciliation is something that Huo Yuhao in the original work was never able to achieve.

He will live more comfortably and more authentically.

The real Huo Yuhao is far less dazzling than the Huo Yuhao is elevated to a divine status, but he will certainly endure longer.

Shrek Academy, Inner Court Office.

Zhang Lexuan had just finished organizing the last set of materials and rubbed her aching temples. A notification of a diary update flashed in her mind, and she glanced at it casually.

Although Lin Ye's story is based on a wild idea, the more you read it, the less it seems like a wild idea.

He was clearly using this hypothesis to diagnose Huo Yuhao, peeling back the layers of this person's most essential nature to reveal it to others.

Zhang Lexuan turned off the lights, plunging the surroundings into darkness, with only the diary in her mind still emitting a faint glow.

She leaned back in her chair, thinking about Huo Yuhao.

Judging from his diary, Huo Yuhao did indeed become that kind of person later on, someone who was pulled along by many things, but never managed to break free.

Lin Ye's idea of "self-reconciliation" may be correct.

What Huo Yuhao lacks most is to reconcile with himself.

Zhang Lexuan closed her eyes, her breathing gradually slowing down.

She thought that if she had the chance, she should have a talk with Huo Yuhao.

Not as the Senior Sister, but as an observer.

She didn't know how she could help, but some knots couldn't be untied by one person alone.

A night breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, carrying a slight chill.

Zhang Lexuan got up, walked to the window, and gently closed it tightly.

Without Tang Wutong, Huo Yuhao's reputation on the mainland would have been different.

In the original novel, he and Tang Wutong fought side by side, and both of them became part of the legend.

When later historical records describe Huo Yuhao, the Spirit Ice Douluo, they always mention the name Tang Wutong.

But if this storyline didn't exist, Huo Yuhao in history would be more like a solitary legend.

The hope of Shrek, the pillar of the Tang Sect, the founder of the Spirit Pagoda, and the successor of the God of Emotions.

All the titles belong to him alone.

Ju Zi will not be written into his biography; she will only stand behind him, as his companion who will not be mentioned in history books.

Such an ending may not be romantic, but it is clean enough.

Huo Yuhao's name is like a stone that has been washed by the sea for many years; its edges are still there, but its surface is smooth.

He will not be regarded as anyone's husband, nor will he be placed in any lineage of the Divine Realm.

He is who he is, simply himself. That feeling should be good.

Wang Dong'er lay on the bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin.

Upon seeing this, she suddenly let out a soft hum.

Lin Ye wrote "feels great," but she didn't think so.

If Huo Yuhao really becomes that kind of person, then what connection will he have with the person she used to know?

The Huo Yuhao she knew would stand in front of her and show clumsy tenderness because of her.

Those were the things that made her feel sorry for him in the first place.

Now Lin Ye has erased them all, as if Huo Yuhao's deep affection had become a burden.

Wang Dong'er felt a tightness in her chest, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

She had nothing to do with Huo Yuhao anymore.

Lin Ye wrote whatever she wanted, but she still felt uncomfortable.

It's probably because, in the storyline Lin Ye wrote, Huo Yuhao no longer needed her.

It wasn't that she disliked her, it was just that she didn't need her. This fact was like a small pebble, stuck right in the middle of her heart.

She rolled over, facing the wall, forcing herself to stop these meaningless thoughts.

She was really tired after shopping all day.

The diary in her mind was still lit up, but she no longer wanted to look at it.

She closed her eyes tightly and slowly relaxed her breathing in the darkness.

Lin Ye stopped writing here.

He stared at the ceiling, his eyes already adjusted to the darkness.

On the opposite bed, Wang Dong'er's breathing was very light, almost inaudible.

He knew she was probably still awake. The two of them were in the same room, each lost in their own thoughts. It was a feeling that was neither good nor bad.

Lin Ye rolled over, turning his face towards the wall.

Nothing happened that night, and before dawn, Lin Ye woke up.

The dormitory room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of grayish-white light filtering through the curtains. He turned over and glanced at Wang Dong'er on the opposite bed.

She was lying on her side, the blanket covering her shoulders, and her breathing was even; she must have been truly asleep.

Lin Ye didn't get up; he just lay there, going over what he had written last night in his mind again.

He had written enough imaginative stories about Huo Yuhao, but there were still some parts of this storyline that he hadn't quite figured out, especially the gap between fate and choice.

He had originally planned to think about it slowly during the day, but since he couldn't sleep, he might as well take this opportunity to figure out the last layer.

He closed his eyes again, his consciousness sinking into the space of his diary.

All these assumptions about Huo Yuhao ultimately ask the same question: how much of a person's fate is predetermined, and how much is determined by their own choices?

Without Tang Wutong, Huo Yuhao would have taken a freer path.

But this "if" itself precisely illustrates that much of his fate was paved by others.

The appearance of Wang Dong, his later inheritance of Tang Wutong's identity, and Tang San's arrangements were not choices that Huo Yuhao could make himself.

He couldn't even remember when he started getting involved in these things.

By the time he realized it, he was already entangled in the net, his hands and feet bound, unable to break free.

Therefore, Huo Yuhao's story, on the surface, is a history of struggle to climb up the social ladder, but looking deeper, it is more like a process of being constantly pushed forward.

He thought he was always making choices, but in reality, every time he made a choice, the path in front of him was already very limited.

Some roads may seem to have several paths, but in reality, only one is actually traversable.

He knew perfectly well who was standing on that road and what lay at its end, but he couldn't turn back to look.

I'm not just referring to Tang Wutong.

Which of Huo Yuhao's relationships with the Tang Sect, Shrek, and the Spirit Pagoda was purely based on "I want to do it"? All of them were driven by gratitude, responsibility, and the prevailing circumstances.

He became everyone's support too early, so he no longer had the right to be willful. A person needed by everyone is actually the least free person.

Xiao Xiao slept soundly until dawn.

She rubbed her eyes, sat up in bed, her hair sticking up in a mess.

The birds outside the window were chirping loudly, making the diary entries in her mind jump around too.

She did fall asleep in the middle of the night, but the diary in her mind never stopped. The words Lin Ye wrote in the latter half of the night seeped into her dreams, and when she woke up, she had already read most of them.

Xiao Xiao yawned and hugged the blanket, lost in thought.

Why does Huo Yuhao always make himself so tired?

She still couldn't quite understand the feeling of being pushed along, after all, she was still young, no one needed her, and she didn't owe anyone anything.

But she could vaguely imagine that if so many people relied on her in the future, would she, like Huo Yuhao, lose even the freedom to choose her own path?