bayedsolid Chapter 110 Murong Che Loses His Mind
Chapter 110 Murong Che Loses His Mind
Just as this endless battle seemed to have no end in sight, a white figure suddenly appeared between the two like a ghost.
This man was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, his face was as white as jade, his sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards to his temples, and his eyes were deep and bright, like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting. He was Xu Shanshan's fellow disciple, named Ye Chen.
Ye Chen gently raised his hand to stop Xu Shanshan's attack, his voice warm and steady: "Shanshan, don't be impulsive anymore. I know your sister's departure has broken your heart, but acting rashly now is not the way to solve the problem. Hatred will only blind you and prevent you from seeing the truth. If you truly love your sister, you should calm down first and carefully investigate the cause of her illness, instead of taking your anger out on others." His gaze was fixed firmly on Xu Shanshan, as if an invisible force was trying to pierce through the fog of hatred in her heart.
Looking into her senior brother's eyes, Xu Shanshan's emotions gradually calmed down. Seeing this, Ye Chen nodded slightly, then turned to Murong Che and clasped his hands in apology: "Your Highness, my younger sister has lost her mind due to the grief of losing her sister and has offended you greatly. I hope Your Highness will forgive her. Once I have comforted her, I will certainly have her apologize to Your Highness." His demeanor was elegant, and his words sincere, displaying the refinement and remorse of a noble family.
Upon hearing Ye Chen's apology, Murong Che felt a surge of bitterness and self-reproach well up inside him. He let out a heavy groan, a self-deprecating smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, a smile filled with endless sorrow and despair.
Then, as if he had lost his soul, he staggered forward, his eyes vacant and unfocused. He kept muttering, "Yes~ Wanwan was killed by me, I deserve to die! I am a sinner for all time! Hahaha~~~" His laughter echoed in the silent peach blossom forest, shrill and mad, startling the birds resting in the forest.
At this moment, his former composure and wisdom had vanished, completely consumed by self-blame and pain, plunging him into deep self-torture and self-denial. He was like a walking corpse, wandering alone on the verge of collapse in this world of falling peach blossoms.
Ye Chen and Xu Shanshan stood quietly in place, their eyes following Murong Che's staggering and lonely figure until he gradually disappeared into the depths of the peach blossom forest, swallowed up by the dazzling yet sorrowful pink.
Ye Chen's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He felt a mixture of empathy for Murong Che's current pain and worry and contemplation about this sudden turn of events. He knew the deep affection between Murong Che and Xu Wanwan, and now, with Xu Shanshan's accusations and the eruption of his own deep-seated self-blame and guilt, Murong Che's mental state was truly worrying.
Xu Shanshan, standing to the side, also frowned deeply. Her heart, originally filled with hatred, now flickered with a strange resentment at seeing Murong Che so distraught. She began to question whether she had acted too impulsively, attacking Murong Che without concrete evidence, driven only by grief and anger. Yet, her sister's gentle face kept flashing through her mind, plunging her into deeper turmoil and anguish.
Murong Feng searched frantically through the peach blossom grove, finally hearing the maniacal laughter. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw Murong Che standing there, looking utterly lost and dejected.
Murong Feng's brows furrowed instantly, forming a deep knot between his eyebrows, his eyes filled with worry and helplessness. He knew the pain in his fourth brother's heart, but seeing him like this, he didn't know how to pull him out of this abyss of suffering.
Murong Feng strode forward and grabbed Murong Che's arm, trying to calm him down. However, Murong Che was lost in his own world, still muttering to himself.
Murong Feng sighed helplessly and could only half-support and half-drag Murong Che back.
Along the way, Murong Che's steps were unsteady and his body swayed. Murong Feng supported him tightly, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
He felt sorry for his fourth brother's blow and was also troubled by the current predicament. He only hoped to send Murong Che back to the manor as soon as possible and then find a way to help him regain his senses.