half demon glass

Chapter 1000 Qian Xianjing asked me why

Before today, even more than 1000 years ago, in my eyes, Qian Xianjing was not a person who valued family ties very much.

I even thought for a time that after the fall of Southern Xinjiang, the reason why he reused Qian Xianling and even indulged him too much was because the people around him were dead and Qian Xianling was closely related to him by blood. Generally speaking, it is the most useful chess piece.

But when he looked at me like this, I truly realized what brotherhood is.

Regardless of whether Qian Xianjing admits it or not, this cheap brother who was once blackened by him has always occupied a pivotal position in his heart.

But although Qian Xianling didn't die in my hands, he still died because of me.

Sometimes people are so contradictory. Before he died, I only had hatred and disgust for him, but no matter how much I wanted to separate Li Yanzhi from him, in the final analysis, they were still the same person.

It’s just that the obsession in my heart is too deep and heavy. The same person split into two different personalities. One hates me too much and wants to hurt me, and the other loves me too much and would rather die in exchange for my pity for him.

When I think about Qian Xianling now, the things he once hurt me have long since disappeared and I can’t even remember them.

On the contrary, every bit of my childhood, growing up in southern Xinjiang, the little boy I watched grow up since he was a baby, became particularly clear in my mind.

It is precisely because of this clarity that when I faced Qian Xianjing's question, my first reaction was that I was speechless, as if I was choked.

I don't know how I should answer.

Did you say I didn’t kill him?
I did have murderous intentions. In that exciting situation at that time, even though I might regret it later, I really might take action against him.

Did you say I killed him?

It is true that he died because of me.

Countless unspeakable emotions flashed through my eyes a thousand times, but in Qian Xianjing's eyes, they were a sign of guilty conscience.

Over the years, no matter how hostile I was to him, no matter how opposite we stood, no matter how much he hated me, and how much he couldn't love me, I had never seen such a look in his eyes.

is disappointed.

Deeply disappointed.

This kind of disappointment is like, no matter how deep we are in trouble, how much he and Qian Xianling hurt me, deep down in my heart, I am still the same Yun Moli who grew up with them.

Even if I betrayed Southern Xinjiang, even if I wanted to fly far away, they still regarded me as one of their own. They had never really had any murderous intentions towards me or killed me. They mostly hoped that I could turn around and be safe.

Perhaps, in Qian Xianjing's eyes, this cat and mouse game can continue for a lifetime, several lifetimes, and lifetimes.

As long as one party refuses to admit defeat, the end will not come.

But I 'killed' Qian Xianling and 'showed my true feelings' towards them. In his eyes, this was simply a great irony.

He and I were like this, separated by a long and narrow cave, standing in hostile positions as always. The two of us looked at each other for a long, long time.

I didn't speak for a long time, but he couldn't hold it in any longer.

When he spoke, he actually asked me with a bit of crying filling the tip of his nose: "Why?"

"Why?" I murmured to myself, lowering my head unconsciously, tears falling from the corners of my eyes, and my breathing was trembling.

but I……

But I can't tell a reason.

(End of this chapter)