After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Chapter 243 Struggle

Cui Rongrong felt the noise outside gradually fade away, and her tense heart slowly settled down. She relaxed her body and let out a long sigh.

Just when she was about to push Song Yanyi away and leave, he hugged her tightly.

"all gone."

He did not let go, his bright dark eyes fixed on her, and he lowered his head, moving closer to the softness that he had coveted for so long.

Cui Rongrong's voice was cold: "Is this what you promised me? You won't force me anymore?"

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his lustful gaze and met her little face, which had returned to its indifference.

"Song Yanyi, although I am not perfect, I am not an object that can be abused at will."

Her words spoke loud and clear.

His heart was shocked, and the impulse that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished, and the hand around her waist unconsciously loosened.

She pushed him away with all her strength, walked out of the closet and looked out the window. The marching sounds of the city defense troops were clearly audible, and the rioters had already fled.

She left without hesitation, unwilling to stay in this troubled place any longer.

The streets were in a mess, blood had dyed the cobblestone roads red, and several corpses were lying quietly, with no one paying attention.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the brilliantly lit celebration instantly turned into a purgatory-like scene, with flames and death intertwined.

Cui Rong's face was pale, and she walked quickly, her heart full of regret.

She shouldn't have set foot in this place. Even if she gave up everything in exchange for the protection of Jingzhao Yin, it would be better than having any entanglement with Song Yanyi!

When did he treat her as a person?

During her time at the Xie residence, she was a toy that could be summoned and dismissed at will; and now, she was nothing more than an object that could be used at will.

She was unwilling to succumb to the arrangements of fate and was unwilling to become a humble existence in the eyes of others.

But he was always high and mighty, with an almost cold attitude, forcing her to bow her head!

Just as she was immersed in her own thoughts, she heard clear footsteps behind her, breaking the silence of the street.

She turned around suddenly and saw Song Yanyi following closely behind her, but he paused when she looked back.

Her eyes were as cold as ice: "What else do you want me to do?"

His words were full of impatience and determination.

His heart seemed to be silently cut by a sharp ice blade. The piercing pain penetrated deeply along with her cold gaze, causing his lips to unconsciously be pursed into a tight line.

"It was my fault just now."

This sentence was heavy and difficult to understand. Every word seemed to be dug out from the deepest part of his chest, carrying with him rare apology and self-blame.

When she heard this, her body trembled slightly, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

The man in front of him, Song Yanyi, has always been known for his pride and arrogance. How could he take the initiative to admit his mistakes?

This is just like the sudden appearance of warm sunshine in winter, which makes people feel surprised and unfamiliar.

The corner of her mouth formed a complex and indistinguishable smile, which was full of self-mockery and sarcasm, as if she was laughing at herself and at this absurd situation.

"It's not your fault. A woman like me has lost her innocence long ago. Why should I pretend to be delicate here? We have slept in the same bed for a year. What difference does it make to me if it's one more time or one less time?"

His eyes were as deep as the sea. Hearing her belittling herself like that, the pain in his heart felt as if it was being cut by a blunt knife, over and over again.

"Maybe you're right. I'm the one who doesn't know how to cherish."

There was a strong hint of self-mockery in her words, but in an instant, her eyes became as sharp as a knife, "But I am such an ignorant woman, unable to accept my own degradation, and even more unable to convince myself to be entangled with you for the rest of my life. I even began to regret why the person I designed was you!"

His face darkened instantly, and he pressed on step by step, biting each word hard, like spitting out ice: "If it's not me, then who do you want that person to be?"

She held her head high, fearlessly meeting his icy gaze, her eyes reddened with anger and unwillingness burning in them, "It doesn't matter who it is. For an orphan like me who has no one to rely on, how can I have the right and qualifications to choose?"

"Xu Cui Rongrong!"

He almost uttered these three words through gritted teeth, anger and frustration intertwined, almost tearing his sanity apart.

She did not flinch. Facing his gaze that was like the cold wind, tears flashed in her eyes, but the resentment in her words did not diminish in the slightest. "I hate you. I hate that you are unwilling to let me go. I hate that you humiliated me on my most important day. I hate that you forced me back to Yanjing, forced me to accept my fate, and let me give up on myself!"

On her way back to Beijing, she still had a trace of unrealistic fantasy in her heart. She thought that she could use that subtle emotion to control the distance between them, maintain that boundary that was neither too far nor too close, and not let it cross the boundary, so that she would not have to become a concubine and could retain a tiny bit of freedom.

However, all this was just her overly naive dream.

In his eyes, were her so-called friendships really what she thought?

And what did she mean to him?

From beginning to end, in his deep pupils, she seemed to have never possessed the slightest bit of dignity.

"I never had that thought."

His face was gloomy and his tone was cold in denial.

"Really? Then I beg you, don't appear in my world again, Song Yanyi, I never want to see you again in this life!"

Her eyes were extremely firm and filled with unquestionable determination. Without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and was about to leave.

But at that moment, her wrist was grabbed by a powerful force and she was pulled back.

She stared at the other person's anger that seemed to be able to consume everything, and suddenly a terrible thought flashed through her mind - today, she might really die at the hands of this man.

Her face was calm, but her heart was as still as an ancient well. The long struggle and despair had exhausted all her strength, and even the feeling of fear became vague.

He exuded a violent and violent aura like a storm. He tightly grasped her wrist, almost crushing it, but in the next moment, he suddenly let go, and his cold eyes locked on her.

"I never thought you were lowly, nor did I intend to be entangled with you for the rest of my life."

She sneered, her voice full of sarcasm, "Then what are you doing now?"

His eyes fell on her fragile wrist, and he paused for a moment before slowly loosening his grip.

Cui Rong felt a little puzzled. She didn't expect that he would let go so easily. How could this man be so tolerant?

The haze in his eyes had not yet dissipated, but his tone was unexpectedly soft, "Just now in that small space, I lost control only because you were in my arms, I..."

Cui Rong was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

After a moment's silence, he handed the rabbit-shaped lamp in his hand to her and said, "You forgot to take it with you."

Cui Rong stood there, hesitating, and did not immediately reach out to take it.

He simply put the rabbit lantern into her palm and turned away.