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He sought to understand Zheng Mengni.
A girl raised with care and affection, her occasional displays of temper were truly endearing. At her core, she was not bad; she possessed a pure and gentle heart. Despite having no direct connection to him, she chose to visit him in such a place. She even worried about someone who once threatened to harm her.
Regardless of the reason, Zheng Mengni always cared for him. She would never wish for his death, so he could not die. Time was slipping away, and his patience was wearing thin. He stated plainly that he wanted her to understand the gravity of the situation.
Ye Bingran smiled faintly, "So you believe I still have hope."
"Whether you are willing to start anew or not, the day this body dies will be your rebirth."
Ye Bingran replied resolutely, "I will not die."
To clarify, he corrected himself, "You will not die; only this body will perish."
Ye Bingran smiled again, "Neither will I."
He clearly recognized the flaw in his reasoning: it was time to correct the mistake. Was he truly addicted to being a woman?
"I have never been addicted. I know exactly who I am. But if I die, and if Zheng Mengni's sister dies too, then that would mean I have broken my promise; it would be my fault."
"Can you really believe that you would sacrifice everything for a promise? Ye Bingran, can you still remember who you are? You are a man! You do not belong to this world!"
Ye Bingran spoke slowly, "I know, but that has nothing to do with my promise."
"You are destined to break your word; you cannot withstand this poison. The sooner you free yourself, the sooner you can reunite with her in your true identity. It may seem cruel, but I believe you are smart enough to understand this."
Ye Bingran subtly revealed a smile: "Of course I want to protect her under another identity, but I do not wish for my incompetence to cause her pain or sadness by easily giving up my life."
He attempted to persuade her: "Perhaps she does not even care about this sister without blood ties."
Suddenly, Ye Bingran's eyes turned red; his jaw tightened in defiance as he lifted his chin proudly. He blinked slowly as cold tears streamed down his face, instinctively raising his hand to wipe them away.
"Does it matter whether she cares? All I know is that in Ye Bingran's eyes, there is a living person—a life that has shared months together. If my cowardice allows this life to vanish from her world and burdens her instead, I would despise myself forever."
He sat in the corner like a beautiful yet disheveled black cat.
Finally, a compromise: Well, let's wait and see if your stubbornness can change the inevitable outcome.
Ye Bingran remained remarkably calm. "Thank you."
You really are fearless.
To be honest, I am afraid. Ye Bingran paused for a moment, then added, "But after facing death so many times, I've grown accustomed to it."
After a long silence, Ye Bingran spoke very calmly, his tone gentle as if he feared revealing the depth of his feelings. "But more than being afraid of death, I'm more afraid of her crying."
He let out a faint smile. "Good luck."
Feigning indifference toward Ye Bingran, he was taken aback that this kid showed no signs of fear at all.
Afraid of a woman crying? What an absurd notion.
Not wanting to delve deeper into it, he realized that for now, he could only wait until Ye Bingran hit rock bottom before making any plans.
He had come here to save the world that had been destroyed by A Qi.
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