Decision

Chen Xinjie sat beside Long Yeyue for the entire night.

He did not turn on the lights, allowing the moonlight outside to stream through the window and fall upon him.

The moonlight illuminated half his body, leaving the other half in shadow.

He sat in the chair with both hands braced on his knees, his vacant gaze fixed on empty space.

At that moment, two voices were repeatedly tugging at his mind.

One voice said, You can't do this.

What gives you the right to decide for her? She hates you, and you deserve it. How could she not hate you?

You have no right to use a false Secondary Personality to replace the real her. The real Long Yeyue hates you—that is the real her. Accepting her hatred means accepting the mistakes you made. You have no right to run from them.

The other voice said, But you'll lose her. Lose her forever.

She'll forget you. Or worse, she'll remember you but never want to see you again. Just like before, you'll only be able to watch her from afar—watch her bear those memories alone, watch her slowly grow old, watch as your place disappears from her life.

The first voice said, Then endure it. You owe her that much.

The second voice said, You've endured it for so many years already. How much longer will you endure it? How much longer can you stand it?

The first voice said, Even so, you can't do it this way. This is deceiving her.

The second voice said, If she knew how much you're suffering now, perhaps she wouldn't mind. When she loved you, that love was real. If her hatred now is built only upon pain, what's wrong with making her free of that pain?

The first voice said, *But