Free Web NovelChapter 1491: Chapter 439: Fall (Part 4)
I’m not sure why, obviously I came here for money, but when he spoke like that, the boy suddenly felt that his dignity had been violated.
This made him feel:
The more he refused to let himself go, the more he wanted to go!
Moreover, he must get first place!!
"Sorry, it’s not about the money..."
The boy in front, with a maturity beyond his years, shook his head and gently opened Yan Huan’s hand, saying this.
"..."
Understanding it was the world’s correction, Yan Huan sighed and lowered his head.
Seeing Yan Huan no longer stopping him, the boy in front finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.
"Bang!!"
However, the next second, Yan Huan behind him suddenly punched out of nowhere.
The fierce fist wind hit the boy’s body, startling him as he clutched his body in pain and shock, falling to the ground. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
"You..."
Yet behind, even though it was him who hit him, the hand that had just thrown a punch was quickly flowing with blood like a stream.
"Drip drip... drip..."
Seeing this, the boy realized something was wrong and immediately wanted to turn for help.
"Bang!!" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
But Yan Huan in front gave him no chance, lowering his head and punching him in the mouth again.
"Number 68, Yan Huan? Not here?!"
"Uh!"
"Bang!!"
"Crack crack crack!!"
"Number 68! Yan Huan!! Last call!!"
As Yan Huan brutally punched the boy’s face again and again, the world line boiled over completely.
"Rumble!!"
Yan Huan gritted his teeth, only feeling as if his brain and body were being pierced with pain.
This torture like cruel punishment left his mind blank, yet he dared not stop, fearing letting him in, meeting that girl once again.
"Stop... stop..."
"Okay... next, Number 69, Bai Yi!!"
"Here, here... hurry up! So sluggish..."
"Hmm..."
In the distance, until he heard the name of the next contestant being called out.
Then, there was a somewhat reserved voice of a little girl coming from inside,
"Uh... Hello everyone... I’m contestant number 69, Bai Yi..."
Bai Yi...
"Bang!"
"Today, I’m bringing you a song... that... I hope everyone will like it..."
"Bang!"
The next second, indoors, there came the charming yet slightly immature singing voice of the little girl.
[I always thought this world wouldn’t matter without me]
[This feeling might have been there from before...]
[Striving to face it alone, stubbornly thinking no one can understand my lonely sorrow...]
Upon hearing the song, which seemed to be her first performance on stage, Yan Huan, covered in wounds, couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
And below, the little boy who had been punched in the nose was originally full of anger, but when he lifted his gaze, he suddenly paused.
Simply because, the person in front of him had wounds on his body that were hundreds or even thousands of times more than his...
And from his face, a clear tear slid down from the corner of his eye, blending with the blood below, finally falling onto the boy’s face...
Thus, the boy paused slightly and couldn’t help but ask,
"Are you... okay?"
"..."
At these words, Yan Huan said nothing, just raised his fist again, frightening the little boy into pleading,
"Don’t... don’t don’t hit me anymore! I won’t go!!!"
"..."
And inside, the girl’s heartfelt singing continued along with the ticking of the clock.
[Just don’t hold me tight]
[Don’t comfort me]
[Just give up on me]
[Let me keep falling]
[What color is love? Forgotten, blurred...]
[It seems love once brushed past me, but never stayed or belonged to me]
"Why exactly?!!"
In what seemed to be an empty hospital, countless toads croaked, frightfully looking toward the ward from where the shouting was coming.
"If it was bound to be so painful, bound to be regretful... then from the start, don’t choose wrong or do wrong!
"Why, make me so painful, make me regret, yet now it has to be this way!"
Bai Yi, holding a knife, his voice hoarse and full of sobs.
"Clearly because of me, you ended up like that in prison, not even a letter could reach me...
"Clearly because of me, your beautiful dream, your life was destroyed, making you not free, full of resentment and complaints...
"Clearly because of me, Yan Huan died at 19...
"Since it’s like this... just let me go...
"Let me go..."
