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Part 91 of the main report

(XiYan POV)

He and you must have CanSheng, or I have to talk to him, and my new teacher relationship is always morbid. They interrupted each other, and eventually the sky did not interfere. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

And in that day, in a room without a sun, a bed with a lot of blood, he eventually could not hold. The second secret man closed his eyes and the new ruler was silent again.

Silence died

This person was quiet in bed. His leg has already been accepted by my young master. He was thin, weak and silent, when he closed his eyes with a thin smile.

It seems that he did not worry about him about this world. He also found a good sleep for a long time, and eventually he could easily see his eyes for a good dream.

My new owner slept and attracted people who constantly called their name. His voice grew milder and his pitch appeared before everything became silent.

People who said they wanted to sleep did not happen.

The man’s pale face was sitting on a large bed without a life. After all, it was just a despair.

I gently walk through the window and open a heavy curtain that covers the wishes of this person. Sunlight shines in. Another sunny day, another day I liked the weather.

Xian …

I’m back and see that CanSheng you see me. I lay a little head, he says: “I close the curtain what you say, open them.

I’m quiet and will not be a junior teacher for the first time. I say: “Please let me see the sun.”

The new masters turned around and used their hands to gently combine the external borders that rose some time ago and blink accordingly.

However, I can clearly complain. With the eyes of the new master, he is the only one who can make a man in the sun just like his brain.

But I do not know why the New Master does not follow his principle this time. He looks very slow before asking his cheerful guy: “Xi’an, do you want to wake him up again?”

In fact, he and I know the answer in our minds.

This person did not want to wake up.

But I will not answer to him whether I offer comfort. Great sorrow surrounds the end of me and my nose. I only see a small man who was sitting in bed, I know. My inclined arm trembles in my heart.

My heart is worried about her. I … I want to pick him up

If I can, I also want to shave my hair and call him once. YunSheng …

It was just that he from the beginning did not belong to me, and from the beginning I said that this person always belongs to someone.

That’s it … it’s …

Nobody knows this behavior. When all were silent at midnight, I was thinking a lot about things. I think he will quietly free him and do not belong to anyone. I also think about his departure, everywhere will be fine.

But I can not. I could never have done it. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

The person who took him saved my life. He treats me as a bloody relative. I commit suicide than transferring him.

I want to use my life to protect Ye Kang Sung. We can not abandon this belief.

So I chose to be a member. Although my agreement was reached with my most beautiful mind, in the end, he could not reveal even some of the concerns that I was concerned about.

And I use my hand to get rid of his last aid pillar and release his last contract.

The sun shines everywhere. His effects are shining in the light and it’s completely brittle …

My young teacher said: “The West, do you like it?

I answer no, no.

Smooth, handsome, hesitated without hesitation.

In the light of another light, said, “At this moment you have no lie to me.”

“I do not like him” smooth and clean.

Xian …

“I’m here”

“…”

Silence opens the place. I’ve encountered this situation several times, so I know how to answer. The corner of my heart is as if it is compressing the blood …

The young teachers also knew in my eyes the hatred and sadness of love …

After the rape of New Matter, I met her for the first time. The whole body was noisy, with a leg chain. The lower part of his body was still wide. He was stubborn when he crashed into a bottle.

I smoked cigarettes outside the room. The sound always sounded in my ears. I always think the next one was last. I think he resigns after the next shot.

But it was very obvious that this person would not leave, because I do not want this person to smoke after the third cigarette.

From now on, they were supposed to hurt each other until they all reached the end.

These two are too weak.

One is in custody, one is asking for freedom.

From the beginning he was a special youth. Every word that is spoken over the phone always has a lot of wealth and links.

I think he will last a long time. However, he still smiled and laughed at the young teacher’s depression and smiled. Obviously, he is a strike that retreats, despite the fact that he has no chance to fight, but he has a particularly stubborn, beautiful soul. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

He was not angry when he was imprisoned, and he did not create any noise. He always saw the sun with a stubborn stance. His expression was very beautiful, almost supposedly fantastic.

For a believing man he was incredibly calm.

His silence was always very attractive, but there was also a weak weakness to portray his vision. He wants you to clean him, but at the same time, I want to pick him up in your robbery.

Such ideas can not be overwhelmed.

The master of the youth is stronger than me and strong, so I am always stubborn. Limits her and hurts her.

He always fills the wound when I see it, but he never complains. Even if he refused to eat, he was calm enough to figure out the mind. Before the new master, the only way he left …

I just saw how he got together and finally freely used his perseverance. Then I felt the light for him, but at the same time I was born jealousy. The jealousy that was not right after it.

I think I’m used to it and will free myself from these feelings over time.

But then everything changed.

He was removed from ShangFan. With that alone, I realized that I was longing for my heart. I do not see him so he could be there because he must be in the hands of a new teacher! Definitely!

Or because of this fear that this night completely destroyed the opportunity between them, to force me to add oil to the fire, this night I could not plunder my heart.

I approved the prophecy of the New Teacher …

This fang Yun Sheng fled the same.

Even if I do not do anything, the young teachers will believe it.

But I do not know why I confirmed it. I just said one sentence …

At that time, the young gentleman almost lost his heart. If this thought was deeply rooted, it could never be removed. This night I saw the moon, I thought about his face, and never had to say words.

I do not know what I’m doing and what I want to do …

I understand that he was completely destroyed.

Alternatively Young Master knows that this is just an excuse. An apology that allows others to completely own him. This is the reason why he did it. So he went with me …

As I know that I love Fang Yun Shen, the new master is always wise.

Like a similar name when he decided to destroy other sinils, he said to me this day: “XiYan, you personally do tomorrow.”

His eyes saw me directly. “I hope he can never leave me.

And I worked with my own hands, I lost it forever.

I think from now on, I understand the deep meaning of his eyes.

This is the same issue as I dared today.

Does he like it?

….

Even if Fang Yun Sheng dies, even if you can die, even if I die, I do not like it. It’s nothing else, it’s just because I can not … This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

I remember that he was sitting on the sofa on the same day and sat down, watching the delay in time. For the rest of the time he was like a statue. At the beginning of the day, he told me: “You can repeat it.

He said: “I do not see death, I do not understand it, I accepted it, from here I will be the only party …”

In this case, I remember thanking you for an amazing confusion …

I thank him for his consent. So at least I did not feel that I had taken away my freedom with my own hands. He was glad to do so. Please do.

The rest of the days seems to have solidified around.

Like today, when the new master is not here, please sit down on the top of the sofa or hold a book and read it all afternoon.

I stood in front and saw my head right next to my chest. His hair was soft and yellow, looked like cotton under the sun. Myths with their ears are knocking a little felted and surprisingly thin faces on both sides.

His eyes were thrown out. He is obedient and handsome. His lips were red, and the night signs stayed at the corners of the lips last night …

His arms and legs fell into delicate chains, which detained him and caused him to come into contact with the earth.

I really wanted to take him from there and take me to my world.

Before my hands came out, they broke my last conscience in my brain. I could not do it.

He lifted his head and saw me black eyes. He said, “XiYan, I do not know how long I can hold. I’m very tired but I can not sleep.

He said that he opened his eyes until tomorrow evening.

“I have something in your mind,” I calmly said. I’m calm now, so I’ll be in the future.

“I know, but I can not think about them, otherwise I do not really think so much.”

“Why?”

“I do not know.

The weak hips were hidden in a large white shirt with a gentle white white swinging from the outside. He was very angry …

“Do you hate him?”

He shook his head a little, he did not change his shape.

Why do you hate him?

He was the man who apparently destroyed you.

I lay and saw a person on the couch. At that time, a person who always loves a smile did not succeed later …

His forehead was seriously drunk. His broken lips opened a little, he said, “Syan, maybe I really love her.

In this case, he was still laughing.

I told myself that this is the one with which I fell in love. A person with a pain in my heart at the bottom.

I do not think about telling my feelings, and I do not mean to delete it from you, so it’s really not a question of a new teacher, you’re not very subtle.

So then …

Maybe you do not know that you are a person, Fang Yun Sheng always loved …

T / N

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Main Story Part 91

(XiYan’s POV)

Him and Ye CanSheng, or should I say him and my Young Master’s relationship has always been in a morbid state. They are in a deadlock with each other, and in the end even the sky falling down would not prevent those two from hurting each other.

And that day, in the room that doesn’t have sunlight, on the large bed full of blood, he finally couldn’t hold out any longer. The split second that person closed his eyes, Young Master also finally sunk into silence.

A silence that permeated death.

That person silently lay on the bed. His legs had already been taken away from him by Young Master through my hands. He was pale, weak, and silent as he closed his eyes with a faint smile.

It was like there was not a worry left in this world for him. It also seemed like he hadn’t had a good sleep in a long time and could finally close his eyes in peace in search for a good dream.

My Young Master tightly held onto the person who had already fallen asleep and constantly called his name. His voice grew softer, his pitch begun to waver before everything fell silent.

Because the person who said he wanted to sleep didn’t wake up in the end.

The person’s pale face just rested on the large bed without a hint of life. In the end it was only despair.

I gently walk over to the window and open the heavy curtains that could cover that person’s hope. Sunlight instantly shines inside. It’s another sunny day, another day with his favourite weather.

“XiYan…”

I turn back and see Ye CanSheng looking at me. I slightly nod my head and he says, “Close the curtains, who told you to open them.”

I remain silent and for the first time ever I don’t obey Young Master. I say, “Let him see the sunlight. He would like it.”

Young Master turns around and uses his hand to gently comb the other’s fringe that has grown out quite a bit before softly humming in response.

However, I can clearly sense his dissatisfaction. In Young Master’s eyes, he is the only one who can give the man in his arms sunlight.

But I don’t know why Young Master didn’t go by his principle this time. He just gazes at the person in his embrace extremely gently before asking me, “XiYan, is he still willing to wake up?”

In reality, both me and him know the answer in our hearts.

This person is unwilling to wake up.

However, I don’t answer him, nor do I offer comfort. Great sorrow surrounds me and the tip of my nose stings. I merely look at the pale person lying on the bed in silence, but I know. My clenched hands are trembling along with my heart.

My heart aches for him. I… want to hug him…

If I can, I also want to stroke his hair and call out to him once. “YunSheng…”

It’s just that he didn’t belong to me from the very beginning, and since the start I told myself that this person will always belong to someone else.

It’s just that… It’s just that…

No one knows this agony. When all is quiet at the dead of the night I’ve also thought about things, a lot of things. I’ve thought about quietly freeing him so that he wouldn’t belong to anyone. I’ve also thought about taking him away, anywhere would be fine.

However I can’t. I could never.

The man who holds him has saved my life. He treats me as a blood relative. I would rather suicide than betray him.

I want to use my life to protect Ye CanSheng. Nothing can waver this conviction.

So from the very beginning I could only choose to be a bystander. My bias towards him was acted upon with my fairest heart, yet in the end I still couldn’t reveal to him even the slightest hint that I cared for him.

And I used my hands to take away his final pillar of support, and destroyed his last counter for his gamble.

The sunlight is shining everywhere. The tears stains on his face glisten in the light, resplendently, yet fragile…

My Young Master says, “XiYan, do you like him?”

I reply, “No.”

Smooth and clean, without a beat of hesitation.

Beneath the light the other person looks up, “At this very moment, you don’t need to lie to me.”

“I don’t like him.” Smooth and clean once again.

“XiYan…”

“I’m here.”

“…”

Silence envelops the place. I’ve encountered such situations multiple times before, so I naturally know how to reply. It’s just that a corner of my heart constricts as though it wants to squeeze out blood…

Young Master has probably also become aware of the lingering reluctance and love in my eyes…

The first time I met him was after he had been raped by Young Master. There were bruises all over his body, and a chain tied to his foot. The lower half of his body was still wide open. He was stubborn as he cut at the shackles restraining him.

I smoked a cigarette outside the room. The sounds constantly resounded in my ear. I always thought the next one would be the last. I kept thinking that he would give up after the next shot.

But after I lit my third cigarette I was very clear that this person won’t give up for he doesn’t want to.

From that moment on, it was destined that these two would hurt each other until they each reached their ending.

Because these two people are too unyielding.

One persists on imprisonment, one insists on freedom.

From the very beginning, he was special to Young Master. Each and every word spoken over the phone would always carry great possessiveness and attachment.

I once thought that he wouldn’t last long. However, he continued to smile under Young Master’s depredation, which made me faint smile in admiration. Clearly he’s a man who doesn’t have any fighting capacity and would go down from one strike, yet he has a particularly obstinate and beautiful soul.

He didn’t get mad after he was imprisoned, and never threw any tantrums. He always gazed at the sun with a stubborn attitude. His expression was so delightful it almost seemed illusionary.

For a man with soaring determination, he was unbelievably calm.

His calmness was always so charming, yet it also carried a faint frailness that captures your sight. It makes you want to bully him, yet at the same time want to hold him tightly in your embrace.

Such thoughts cannot be suppressed.

Young master is stronger than me, so strong to the point of constantly constraining him. Restricting him, and hurting him.

He’s always full of wounds when I see him, but he’s never complained once. Even during the time when he refused to eat, he was so quiet that it made one’s heart ache. In front of Young Master, hurting himself was the only method he had left…

I just looked over him as he pulled himself together and finally used his own perseverance in exchange for freedom. I then felt relieved for him, yet at the same time jealousy was born. A jealousy that didn’t have a reason behind it.

I had thought that I would get used to it and be free from these feelings as time went by.

But everything changed after that.

He was taken away by ShangFan. It was only then that I understood the longing in the bottom of my heart was true. I would rather him be held in Young Master’s arms than have him be somewhere I can’t see him! Definitely!

Or perhaps it was due to the jealousy that I couldn’t get off my chest that fuelled me to add oil to the fire that night which then completely destroyed the possibility between them.

I affirmed Young Master’s prediction….

That Fang YunSheng escaped himself.

Maybe Young Master would’ve still believed this even if I didn’t say anything.

But I don’t know why I still confirmed it. I merely said one sentence…

Back then, Young Master had almost lost his mind. Once this thought become deeply ingrained, it could never be erased. That night I gazed at the moon, thought about his face, and never said a word again.

I don’t know what I did, nor what I want to do…

I understand that I… completely destroyed him.

Or maybe Young Master also knows that it’s nothing but an excuse. An excuse that allows the other to completely belong to him. That’s why he did it. That’s why he went along with me…

Young Master has always been smart, just like how he might know that I also love Fang YunSheng.

Just like the words he said to me the day he decided to rip the other’s achilles, “XiYan, you’ll personally do the operation tomorrow.”

His eyes stared directly at me, “I want him to never be able to leave me.”

And I did the operation with my own hands and lost him forever.

I think I can understand the deep meaning in his eyes from back then.

It’s like the question he asked me today.

Do you like him?

….

Even if I die, even if Fang YunSheng dies, and even if Ye CanShen dies, I can never I like him. It’s not because of anything else, it’s just because I can’t…

I remember, he was sitting on the sofa again that day and whilst gazing at the slow ticking hour hand on the wall every now and then. The rest of the time he was like a statue. Earlier that day he said to me, “You can rip it.”

He said, “I’ve accepted it. I won’t seek death nor will I escape. From here on, I will only stay by his side…”

In that instance I remember I said thank you amidst the fluster of confusion…

I thanked him for agreeing. So at least I won’t feel as though I took away his freedom with my own hands. He did this willingly. Willingly…

For the rest of that day, time seemed to freeze around him.

Just like today, as long as Young Master wasn’t here, he would either sit numbly on the sofa or hold a book and read for the entire afternoon.

I stand in front of him and gazed at his head which was just next to my chest. His hair was soft and fluffy, it looked like a ball of cotton beneath the sunshine. The hair was slightly curled by his ears and stuck on the sides of his surprisingly pale face.

His eyes were cast downwards. He’s obedient and cute. His lips are red, and the corners of his lips still had the bite marks from last night…

His hands and feet were shackled in exquisite chains which locked him in this place, pinning him to the ground.

I really wanted to carry him away from here like this, and bring him into my world.

Before my hand reached out, they were stopped by the last bits of conscious in my brain. I couldn’t do this.

He lifted his head up and a pair of pitch black eyes gazed at me. He said, “XiYan, I don’t know how long I can hold out for. I feel really tired but I can’t fall asleep.”

He said that he had his eyes open until morning last night.

“You have something weighing on your mind,” I said in a calm tone. I was calm now and so will I be in the future.

“I know, but I can’t not think about them. Or if I put it another way, I actually didn’t think about much.”

“Then why?”

“I don’t know.

Skinny arms were hidden in a large, white shirt with a loose, creamy white knitted sweater on the outside. He was so emaciated…

“Do you hate him?”

He slightly shook his head and remained composed.

“Why don’t you hate him?”

He was clearly the one who destroyed you.

I squatted down and looked at the person on the sofa. At the time, the person who’s always kindly smiling was finally no longer doing so…

His expression was serious with his brows faintly knitted together. His cracked lips slightly opened and he said, “XiYan, perhaps it’s because I really love him a lot.”

In that instance, he didn’t laugh yet I did.

I told myself that this is the person I fell in love with. A person that will make one ache to the bottom of their heart.

Actually, Young Master, you don’t need to be so impatient and anxious, because I never thought about telling him about my feelings, nor have I ever thought about stealing him away from you.

Because…

Perhaps you don’t know that you’re the person Fang YunSheng has always loved…

T/N

For those who think that death is the best way for Fang YunSheng to obtain freedom, then you can stop here. For those who want to see the true ending then feel free to continue reading.

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