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Unlike hybrid bloodline awakeners, Shirin's atavistic bloodline can be seen as that of a pure supernatural being.

Even if he told Jiang Wan with great confidence that Ning Feng would definitely not mind this, would that really be the case?

Ning Feng is a warrior trained and educated by the Watchers, an organization that also contains some fanatical racists.

Although Ning Feng is definitely not that kind of madman, will he be affected to some extent?

Xilin wasn't sure.

Xilin didn't want to see even the slightest bit of disgust in Ning Feng's eyes.

This made her uneasy.

Why don't we just sleep here?

Let me run away one more time...

Ning Feng's knuckles brushed against his earlobe, and he suddenly spoke in a normal tone:

"If you mean the fact that you are actually an elf... we've already found out."

The most ordinary tone of voice woke Shirin from her dream!

!!!

Her body stiffened instantly, and Shirin, who was still mentally preparing herself to subtly probe, was directly overwhelmed.

Ning Feng lowered his head and looked into the wide, beautiful eyes. He didn't flinch, and added with a light laugh:

"From the very beginning."

From the very first moment I met you.

"Are you surprised? I've known about this all along. I'm so sorry for keeping it from you."

"So you can rest assured, I won't dwell on those unimportant things. I... have already made up my mind."

"I love you."

他说:

"I love you not because you are human, not because you are a legend, and not because you are an elf."

“These are all you, they are part of you, there is no need to separate yourself from them.”

"Because it's you, that's why I love you."

The gentle voice, like a lullaby, softly rang in her ears, slowly flowing into her heart, gently easing the tension in Shirin's heart.

"You missed my past? It's okay, I regret missing yours too."

"In that case, I forgive you for what you missed, but could you please forgive me for missing out on your past?"

Softly, Ning Feng said gently yet earnestly:

"Then let's make up for this regret together in the future, okay?"

Two people together.

...Is that alright?

Staring blankly at Ning Feng, Xilin's mind went completely blank.

Tick.

Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes and fell to the ground without me noticing.

A sobbing sound escaped from her throat without her realizing it; Shirin had no idea she could make such a shameful sound.

"...Okay, sure."

A hoarse reply, unrecognizable as her own voice, rang out, and Shirin felt she didn't know why she had become so vulnerable.

Is it because you feel wronged?

Or is it joy?

Covering her eyes and trying to hold back her tears, Xilin felt herself being gently lifted up and put her arms around Ning Feng's neck.

With teary eyes, Shirin brought her lips to his ear and whispered intermittently:

"……I love you."

Holding the crying elf, Ning Feng led her towards the bedroom, softly humming in agreement.

“Xilin”.

"……Um?"

"Thank you."

Thank you for everything you've done, thank you for your understanding and kindness.

"uh-huh……"

---Aside---

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Chapter 174 Because it's you, that's why I love you. (Good luck on the college entrance exam tomorrow!)

When was the last time you cried?

Shirin couldn't quite remember.

In some ways, she is indeed a timid person, unwilling to socialize and reluctant to accept separation.

But Shirin is actually a very strong-willed person.

Aside from crying when her parents passed away, she hadn't felt what it felt like to cry for a very long time.

She has a strong mental resilience.

For over two hundred years, she resisted loneliness alone, choosing to merge with solitude and immerse herself in the ocean of knowledge.

Is Shirin's elven bloodline the reason she was able to smoothly enter the legendary realm?

Does this mean that elves, like dragons, can all become legends simply by aging?

no.

If that's the case, then elves, who can reproduce even more prolifically than dragons, would be the overlords of the world, and no one else would have a chance.

For elves, the threshold for becoming a legend is equally high.

Shireen's legendary status was certainly due to her elven talent in magic and her age, but more importantly, it was due to her own hard work.

For 99% of living beings, the path to legend is incredibly difficult.

Talent and hard work are both indispensable.

The tedious experiments and suffocating loneliness did not break down her inner defenses; instead, they became a solid barrier protecting the softness in her heart.

Protecting that vulnerability that cannot be spoken of to others.

And just now, that barrier, which had been solidified for nearly three hundred years, finally shattered.

But what broke her was not the unbearable pain and sorrow.

It's a different kind of emotion.

When it gets close, it remains calm and unperturbed, as if nothing has happened, appearing harmless.

But by the time you truly realize it, it has already completely taken over your heart, permeating every corner of your being.

The gentlest knife can hurt the most when it cuts someone.

This feeling has been described by some as the most twisted curse.

But many people call it...

Love.

"I forgive you, so can you forgive me?"

"I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you."