The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1266 - 1346: This Night Is Too Desolate
"Zhi Chen..."
Choking back sobs, she didn’t know what to do.
How much she wanted to comfort him? But any comfort seemed empty.
She had long known he was the eldest brother, the first-born. He bore too much for his younger brothers, his scheming born out of necessity.
He always put himself last, his life centered around family, around his brothers, and after she came, it also centered around her because of their love.
He thought for them, planned for them, shared their burdens, yet he alone never asked himself if he could truly bear all this weight.
Her eyes were red-rimmed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he slowly slid down, burying his face in her chest.
They sat on the ground, and he held her waist tightly.
"I’m sorry, but I... I’m not sure what’s happening to me..." He had once said he would never say those three words to her again, never apologize again, never do anything to wrong her, never make her sad, never cause her grief.
But today, with chaotic feelings and emotions collapsing, all those wounds thought healed were torn open again with violent memories.
He choked back sobs, never had he so indulged in such negative emotions.
He always armored himself to be strong, formidable, like someone who moves forward fearlessly, like someone indestructible.
He was everyone’s pillar of strength, his brothers’ major source for calming down. He became who he was for everyone, forcing himself to grow.
From a young age, due to circumstances and various reasons, he forced himself to mature prematurely, to become an adult, to be his brothers’ support, when he should have been a carefree child like others.
Even though that woman did not love them, even though all the fathers were gone, he was the eldest brother, able to stand up for his brothers, to protect them, to be their solid backing, their safe harbor.
Based on this, all his calculations, purely from a rational standpoint, he understood he had to do so, had to plan like that, forcing himself to be cold-hearted, telling himself not to yearn, but while reason understood those principles, how could his emotions accept them?
What he didn’t say was that he even loathed his own scheming, loathed being so ruthless, loathed being an unfilial son, forcing someone to teach them those skills.
He played the villain thoroughly, yet what he couldn’t obtain, couldn’t love, in natural maternal instincts, what he yearned for, always existed.
But his yearning never surfaced.
He was too adept at hiding it, so his desires were even deeper, he hid all his hopes. And ultimately, this deeply hidden extravagant thought was mercilessly shattered by reality.
Some feelings can never be answered.
He just hated, hated so much, hated himself as a form of sin, as the bane in that woman’s words, as the sin that woman once hated with a passion.
This night was too desolate, summer night’s cold stars flickered, dark clouds drifted to cover the bright moon, the earth turned dim, the world without light.
His choking sobs mixed with the wind’s sound, and not far away, Shu Yu, Shujun, Haoming, Yue Ning, and Yixuan stood under the eaves, their eyes, their faces, void of warmth, like petrified, like statues.
The wind sounded like the ghost’s wails, as if lamenting, as if it were an inescapable haze, heavy and deeply enveloping...
