Chapter 8: Illusion
Story: Rich sponsor, hold me tight Author:Velvet Verity Novels words:4217 Update time:2023-07-15 12:52:35
An Muxi lay in the medical room for the whole night before finally waking up groggily. The dormitories were to be allocated that night, and she didn't know what kind of people she would be assigned with if she arrived late. She hurriedly needed to go. (Hahaha, it's as if you're suggesting that if you go early, I'll personally make arrangements for you.)
Since being warned by Yan Xihao, Han Tong has become much more obedient. Damn it, even if he just wants to join in the fun, can't he stay away from this big shot? What if the big shot gets angry and shuts down his family's business? Those two old women would definitely kill him!
"Sigh, it's so difficult..." Han Tong scratched his head with some irritation. Why is it so hard to live a peaceful life? He only wanted to make his life more fulfilling, find something to occupy his time. Otherwise, what does it have to do with him what the female lead does?! Well, there certainly are some factors that make him feel repulsed."
No matter how much one opposes it, it is an indisputable fact that this is a Mary Sue world. Here, there is no logic whatsoever. The rich male lead is always able to bring home a girl with an ordinary appearance. Despite countless obstacles, the outcome is always perfect. It is precisely because Han Tong knows this that he dares to interfere. Perhaps it is the hardships of life and his unhappy childhood that unexpectedly make Han Tong detest such events.
Why does the female lead, who is straightforward and quick-witted, always end up gaining the favor of the male lead in the end? She keeps saying that she is poor, but how have her parents mistreated her? He despises those who come from a happy family and never worry about food and drink, yet loudly proclaim themselves as poor and make a big deal out of it. What he has experienced is true poverty. He would fight with his best friend from the orphanage over a steamed bun and the fear of hunger, not because he is ungrateful, but because he is truly starving. Having even one meal a day is considered a luxury, after all, there are too many children in the orphanage and the funds are limited. So, even if he were to starve to death, no one would grieve for him.
In order to survive, Han Tong had no choice but to do so. He also wanted to have a family, at least a harbor where he could seek refuge when he was sad, instead of hiding in a corner and licking his wounds alone.
Mary Sue was ultimately an illusion, unable to become reality. The beautiful ending was nothing more than a longing for real life. Yet, when Han Tong really found himself in this world, he couldn't help but feel at a loss for what to make of his emotions.
Han Tong looked at the full moon, feeling an indescribable sadness in his heart. He wondered if the moon here was the same as the one over there. In that world, he had no more ties with himself. The current Han Tong was a bastard child of the Han family, a pitiful fellow who had to rely on others for his livelihood.
Han Tong finally let out a deep breath and opened his eyes. They were as clear as usual, like a piece of exquisite black jade, shining with beauty. He stretched his numb legs and turned around, making his way back to the assigned dormitory.
However, just as Han Tong left, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching Han Tong's receding figure with mixed emotions in their eyes. That scene just now, they feared they would never forget it for the rest of their life.
Under the moonlight, the young man looked up with his delicate face bathed in the gentle moonlight. Deep within his eyes lay an indissoluble sadness. Clad in a white shirt, he appeared even more fragile as he stood there silently, as if isolated from the world. His beauty was so heartbreaking. This was such a stark contrast to his impression of Han Tong, that mischievous and cunning boy he knew. Yan Xihao frowned.
Han Tong... What have you been through? Why do you have such a sorrowful gaze, yet also radiate endless yearning, as if trapped in a muddy swamp, unable to struggle.
I took out my phone and gave a cold, stern command to the person on the other end of the line, "Go and investigate Han Tong for me. I want all the information."