Chapter 100 A Private Conversation in the Night (1/2)

It was surprising that a handsome young man like this would have such gentle and calm moments as well. Mo Xuetong blinked subconsciously and her stiff body relaxed. She laughed to herself bitterly. Perhaps she was used to him visiting through her window in the middle of the night. She did not find it odd at all. It was as if it would be even weirder if he did not appear here in the middle of the night.

A person's habits were really a terrifying thing!

”What is it? You don't recognize me? That's too much. To think that I came to visit you especially on such a cold day.” Feng Yuran smiled charmingly, a coldness flas.h.i.+ng through his eyes as he glared at her and spoke unhappily.

”I didn't invite you here.” Mo Xuetong was annoyed by how he spoke so a.s.sumingly and retaliated immediately. She bit her lips and touched her head feeling rather dazed and pushed herself up. Her dark hair fell across her small and pale face, making her look even more delicate and pitiful.

”Am I someone you can invite over when you want to?” Feng Yuran said loudly, reaching out to help her get a pillow to put behind her back. ”I have done you such a large favor and visited you on this late night. How can you treat me like this? It is not a good habit to treat guests who visit you out of goodwill.”

”No matter how bad of a habit this is, it is still better than climbing through someone's window in the middle of the night, right?” Mo Xuetong said sarcastically, ignoring how poorly she felt. She felt irritated when she saw how he pretended to feel aggrieved. She touched her slightly hurting head and leaned against the pillow, breathing heavily before opening her eyes again.

He was so annoying. He must have grown addicted to climbing through windows. It should be about midnight judging by the moon outside the window. Yet, he was not sleeping and kept visiting other people's room and blamed others for their bad habits.

She wouldn't be able to get married if others saw them!

He was a prince and might not care about his reputation. But she still wanted to get married. How could she sacrifice her reputation to make trouble with him?

”Alright, even if my habits are bad, I am weird, so I came to see what's the fuss about. You are so tough, so why did you vomit blood and faint for no reason? Is there something you want but cannot get? If it's me, I can consider helping you. It's not that much trouble. I can just marry you.” Feng Yuran narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes shone, and despite looking extremely handsome, he did not seem serious at all and was rather annoying.

She pushed away his approaching face while gritting her teeth. She felt that her limbs had regained strength from her rage and she said, ”Your Highness, if you have nothing on, you'd better take care of yourself. No matter how much business others have, it's their business. I heard that you like to watch where the fun is, but there is nothing fun here for you to watch and I don't dare to have you marry little old me. I fear that you would find it hard to find peace in this life.”

”You won't let me watch the fun, but you have not considered that others have watched it.” Feng Yuran did not approach when he saw that she was really angry. He tapped his own forehead and smiled.

Mo Xuetong understood what he was saying and her heart skipped a beat. She calmed down and did not reply Feng Yuran. She bit her lips and looked at the moon outside the window, falling into a daze.

”I prefer to watch the fun when it happens to others and won't allow others to watch when its me. No matter how many obstacles there are in front of me, I will just push them away with every step. I don't believe that there are any bridges that I cannot cross.” Feng Yuran stared at her and smiled faintly. He stood up suddenly, the moon s.h.i.+ning upon him. She could not see his face clearly and only felt that his eyes were very dark and deep.

”What if you realize you cannot cross this chasm? What would you do? What if you realize that everything you have thought of and considered is completely different from what others have plotted, or perhaps, you don't even know who and where your opponents are, what would you do? Your Highness, could it be that even so, you would think that you can make it through? That you definitely won't allow others to watch you when you are in trouble?” Mo Xuetong said softly and sadly, biting her lips. She felt extremely lost. The various scenes and incidents all made her feel fearful.

If she had been rebirthed to just repeat her past mistakes, then she had no strength to continue down the path!

That pain, that hatred, the immense pain made her want to pull Mo Xuemin and Sima Lingyun down into h.e.l.l with her. She wanted to burn them with the fire of h.e.l.l through eternity. She would rather suffer eternal pain and be doomed forever. But if she knew that the pain would repeat again in the future, she had no strength to continue forth anymore.

Her bright eyes dimmed gradually, her long lashes fluttered. She did not have the strength to shut them. The various scenes from the past flashed before her. They tore at her heart and yet, she could not find an ounce of fight in her to fight. Mo Xuemin and Sima Lingyun were the manifestations of her miserable life. But in fact, in fact, she could not find her hidden opponent.

How would she be able to escape her miserable fate like this!

She realized, in despair, that there was nothing she could do.

”Have you let yourself waste away like this because you found an unsurmountable obstacle? Have you really admitted defeat? The Mo Xuetong I see does not seem to be a person who would shrink in fear against an upcoming battle! Didn't you have no choice in Cloud City as well? You were an abandoned orphaned daughter that no one remembered or pitied. And you were almost destroyed. Didn't you charge out of it victoriously? You came to the capital, and you have the General's Manor here, and your father, and me, a helpful Prince…”

If you still feel helpless under such favorable circ.u.mstances, then Mo Xuetong, I think you might as well die! Anyway, it's not like the Old Madam of the General Manor has never lost a daughter. She can just treat it as her the daughter she dotes on the most dying again. Your father has lost his beloved wife, and now, his daughter too. He could start from a clean slate again. He could give your mother's things all to your eldest sister and that concubine mother of hers. You could be considered to have done all you could as a daughter. This is a pretty good idea.”

Feng Yuran's handsome face was filled with sarcasm. He walked up to the window and crossed his arms, leaning against it. His lips twitched up. He looked extremely cold under the moonlight. His masculine voice was soft as he spoke coldly and with sarcasm. Mo Xuetong could feel his disdainful and hurtful words cut through her heart.

His words cut down viciously on the wound deeply hidden in her heart. They tore at her wounds that she had intentionally disregarded. Her heart felt as if it was torn apart by knives.

Giving everything to Mo Xuemin and Auntie Fang, and hurting the General Manor and her father?

Let Mo Xuemin and Sima Lingyun get what they wanted? No. She did not want that. She did not want that at all! No! She would rather die first!

Her eyes flew open, glittering in the darkness. They were filled with cold anger. How could she let them get what they wanted?