If only the seal had been broken earlier and the cycle broken from the outside, Wen Sheng would still find it headaches and troublesome. Unfortunately, it's too late.

She has been imprisoned in meaningless oppression and shackles for too long.

Seventeen counterattacks, killing Wen Sheng twenty-one times, to no avail.

Yet, the soul is already on the brink of collapse.

"So pathetic, Wen Wen.

Someone as weak as you will ultimately find it difficult to meet father's expectations... Why don't you want to turn back?"

Wen Sheng sneered, mocking, as if a true god, occasionally extending a hand of mercy to an opponent with no threats.

"Come back home, sister, and apologize to father."

He lowered his gaze, bestowing pity: "For father's sake, I might even forgive you."

"Home?"

Wen Wen laughed.

Is there really such a thing in this world?

Yet, for some reason, the unfamiliar word brought to mind so many familiar faces and smiles.

A younger sister who trusts and relies on her, an obedient and sensible younger brother, an elder who idles away but is always a support, and even... that annoying person who is always exasperating.

Would laugh and raise a glass with her, accompany her in drunken stupor, find excuses to make the day they met a special occasion, and quietly prepare a cake.

Home is an office forever in chaos, stacked with all sorts of miscellaneous items, a casually unfolded cot, the noise of variety shows and games outside the door, the sound of tea brewing, idle chatter over melons, sudden cheers and complaints, accompanied by reassuring footsteps...

Thus, unable to resist the longing and memories.

Unable to suppress a smile.

Perhaps Ji Jue was right, all along I was avoiding others' trust.

Yet, in the moment I realized I was trusted, relied upon, and cherished, I felt a happiness akin to redemption, a profound peace never experienced before.

I truly am walking a path completely different from the one he arranged!

"I already have my own family."

She glanced at that hypocritical face: "A family ten thousand, a million, countless times better than scum like you and Wen Zheng!"

That's why I endure this exhausting struggle, the self-inflicted suffering.

I don't want anyone to see my ugliest self, don't want to become a monster with nothing but destruction, don't want to fall to the pathetic level of trash like you!

"Stubborn and incorrigible!"

Wen Sheng's face turned blue with anger, his false mercy cast aside and replaced with undisguised disdain and loathing: "A pathetic weakling like you, living, will only disappoint father!"

"Then let your dad go to hell!"

Wen Wen laughed nonchalantly, raising her head: "All my life, I've fought with people, competed with them—not to become a ghoul like you!"

"—Even if I die!"

Could it be because the impression was too deep?

Unintentionally, it seems to have infringed on some bastard's copyright.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

You've shielded me so many times, so let me use such a cool line too!

With this, she clenched her fist one more time.

Facing the opponent before her.

Challenging Wen Zheng's puppet!

Even if she's crushed again, falling to the ground, there is still no fear or hesitation.

"Then, as you wish, go to hell!"

The Sword of Soul Destruction, coursing with the true essence of Absolute Abyss, Wei Yang, and Defilement, rose to the sky, mercilessly striking down toward the last soul.

Wen Wen smiled, closing her eyes.

Awaiting liberation.

In the final moment, what rose in her heart, besides regret and unwillingness, was surprisingly a trace of indescribable relief and joy.

It's great that he didn't see me like this in the end...

Hmm?

Isn't this final moment lasting too long?

In the overly prolonged wait, she grew increasingly tense and uneasy, becoming stiff.

...Suddenly, she dared not open her eyes!

In the brief dead silence, the Sword of Soul Destruction was long overdue, as if lost, completely missing the appointment!

Then, as if something drew near, bending its head, looking down, observing, admiring her tense and anxious expression, with a silent grin.

"Why do I feel like someone doesn't really want to see me, Wen Jie?"

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