Chapter 249 The Cold-Blooded World Destroyer 25 (2/2)

"What did the Wen family do to you?"

Zi Xi asked softly.

Wen Zhaoye's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and the grip on her hand tightened slightly, as if it were the only piece of driftwood.

He lowered his eyelashes to conceal the surging pain in his eyes and began to speak, his voice low and suppressed.

It tells the story of a love-struck, mentally unstable mother who vents her resentment on her husband because she doesn't receive his love. She beats and abuses him, curses him with the most vicious words, and on her deathbed, she warns him not to trust anyone.

How could the red dragon father, who saw him as a mark of shame, coldly watch him suffer so much humiliation?

Even under the instigation of his legal wife's family, they tacitly approved and even condoned others branding his legitimate child as an illegitimate child, subjecting him to endless humiliation.

The decades-long bullying at school was solely because he was, in the eyes of outsiders, an illegitimate child, and because he was a black dragon.

His only trusted roommate, whom he thought he had finally gained friendship with, was also betrayed and mocked by his half-brother after the boy had invested his most sincere feelings in him.

Wen Zhaoye spoke slowly and calmly, without excessive embellishment or lamentation, simply stating the facts.

But the calmer the sea, the more one can feel the unfathomable pain and despair beneath its tranquil surface.

Any one of those experiences would have caused immense psychological trauma to an ordinary person, yet he endured it all.

"So you see, this world has never given me any warmth or kindness."

"All it taught me was deception, betrayal, the law of the jungle, and destruction."

"I can't find any meaning in my existence, except to clean up the garbage and then turn myself into garbage and dispose of it."

Wen Zhaoye raised his head, his golden pupils filled with desolation.

"So, what's there to miss about a world like this?"

"Does someone like me really have any other choice?"

Wen Zhaoye looked at her, his eyes filled with an almost desperate hope.

He laid bare his most painful past before her without reservation.

He was just a wounded soul, huddled in the darkness for too long, who had almost forgotten what sunlight tasted like.

He wasn't actually sure how Zixi would react.

Do you feel sympathy or pity, or do you think he's psychologically abnormal and unreasonable?

He was just taking a desperate gamble, wanting her to know everything about him.

Then, we await her verdict.

The dormitory was silent, with only the soft breathing of the two people remaining.

Zi Xi remained silent, not speaking immediately. Looking at the orc before her, who had shed all his powerful facade and was now only vulnerable and confused, she felt not simple sympathy, but a more complex emotion.

She finally pieced the fragments together.

Wen Zhaoye's awkwardness, his teasing remarks, and his cautious approach.

And his honesty at this moment explains everything.

She turned her hand over and gently grasped his slightly cool fingers.

This subtle movement made Wen Zhaoye's body tremble violently, and he looked at her in disbelief.

"The trash definitely needs to be cleaned up."

"But there are many ways. Putting yourself in the bag is the least worthwhile one."

Zi Xi spoke, her voice still calm, yet carrying a comforting power.

"Besides, you're good, you're not trash."

She paused, then looked at him with clear and firm eyes.