Chu Shihan suddenly felt that all those profound emotions he had just experienced had become... utterly ridiculous.
Especially ridiculous.
So ridiculous that he wanted to slap himself.
Jing Cangyi was standing there perfectly fine, more lively than anyone.
Yet here he was, mourning the passing seasons at thin air, lamenting life and death before the void—only for his junior brother to drop a single sentence on him: in another version of the future, he and that man were still rather hopelessly entangled.
Fuck...
Chu Shihan cursed viciously in his heart.
He had always been proper and self-disciplined, never one to utter such crude words. But at this moment, the emotions churning in his chest were simply too violent. If he did not curse, it felt as though he would explode.
All his earlier reflections, respect, even that fleeting sense of desolation—had been built upon the premise that "Jing Cangyi was an opponent worthy of respect."
But now, his junior brother was telling him with words so absurd they bordered on ludicrous that this "opponent worthy of respect," in another future, was his... his...
He did not want to think of that word.
What if... A dark thought surfaced beyond his control, carrying the ruthless ferocity of smashing the pot when it was already broken. What if Jing Cangyi just died?
The moment that thought arose, he himself froze.
Not because it was too vicious—but because he clearly felt that the instant those words appeared, a trace of... inexplicable delight swept through his heart.
Like finally finding an opening in a tangled mess of threads, like using that vicious thought to escape all those chaotic imaginings.
He jolted violently, thoroughly waking up.
What am I thinking?
*Jing Cangyi is alive and well. What right do I have to curse him to