"I know." Feng Rao closed her eyes, as tears crazily burst forth.
Then, a gunshot rang out, her body violently fell to the ground, and a wild gush of bright red blood flowed from her abdon.
Nangong Jin’s brows furrowed deeply.
In the end, he commanded in an indifferent tone, "Send her to the hospital, and clean up the office."
"Yes, Master Jin." Xiaowu nodded.
Nangong Jin turned and left right after giving the orders, without a mont’s pause.
Feng Rao felt an excruciating pain in her lower abdon, convinced that she might not survive.
Her internal organs burned with pain, yet her consciousness hadn’t completely faded away; she stared wordlessly at the ceiling with wide eyes.
Her heart ached more than her abdon, as he still had not stayed by her side for even half a step.
Tears continued to fall crazily; her entire body was in extre agony, as if being scorched by fire.
Xiaowu looked at Feng Rao, who lay on the ground, and silently sighed. As he picked her up, he heard her murmuring over and over, like she was softly singing a song.
"For whom does beauty get drunk, for whom does the lover grow haggard. Whose gaze turns to ash you see. Who are you to , who am I to you. Who becos an adornnt in the light of whose tears. The stream flows gently on, yet where is your silhouette. Turning my head in the night to the chilling air, alone with a wandering heart, hoping you would glance back at . This life and the past I loved only brought pain, yet you never once gave it thought. Tears burn down the candle, the distance for two is carried by one alone..."
Xiaowu took Feng Rao to the designated hospital of the Netherworld Pavilion for ergency treatnt, while Nangong Jin returned to the headquarters of the Netherworld Pavilion, sitting alone in his office chair, sowhat distracted.
In fact, he wondered if the punishnt for Feng Rao was too harsh, though he did not like her, she had been around for ten years.
It wasn’t entirely possible to say that his heart was cold without a ripple of emotion.
However, it was him letting Feng Rao leave, and injuring herself was her own decision, in order to stay.
After thinking for a while without coming to a conclusion, it was clear to Nangong Jin that, given Feng Rao’s current state, showing even a little bit of concern could probably lead her into wild flights of fancy again.
Once n and won develop feelings for each other, they either beco lovers or strangers; anything else is just ambiguity.
But he didn’t regret his decision; since Feng Rao said she liked him, he had even less reason to keep her around.
In fact, this was good for her, for him, and also for Di Jinxuan.
Indecision leads to chaos; Nangong Jin was never a man to dawdle. Once a matter was dealt with, it was finished, and with that thought, he didn’t feel anything to regret.
Besides, he didn’t owe Feng Rao anything; on the contrary, he had done his utmost duty towards her.
The only feeling was the ten-year relationship which had co to such an end - not so much regret, but a touch of reflection, nevertheless.
It was like nurturing an ungrateful person; she knew he already had soone he liked and yet stubbornly entangled herself, which was too obstinate, not carefree enough.
Plainly put, it was without righteousness.
He never felt pity for the unrighteous, and he had already decided to remove Feng Rao from his world, as if he had never known her at all.
Human interactions are of two kinds: aningful and aningless. Now, Feng Rao was clearly aningless, because it wasn’t just him anymore, so he needed to avoid impropriety.
Feng Rao was taken to the hospital, but Nangong Jin never cared about the outco or paid it any attention.
So as to what happened to Feng Rao, he didn’t know.
It wasn’t that he was heartless and unfaithful, but rather he had reached the limits of benevolence, and to inquire further into her whereabouts would only cause unnecessary entanglent.
Since it had co to an end, why not be thorough about it?
If you’re going to be the villain, shouldn’t you play it to the hilt?
Feng Rao’s position was replaced by Xiaowu, who stayed by Nangong Jin’s side. Xiaowu was a man, actually two years older than Nangong Jin.
He was also an orphan but was very loyal, utterly faithful, and being a man, there were no longer any issues.
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