THE FAKE HEIRESS AND HER FIVE VILLAINOUS BROTHERS

Chapter 80

What does it feel like to lose the only thing in life?

It's like a tsunami filled with despair, roaring waves approaching, sweeping away everything, ripping everything apart, and finally burying everything.

Once, Yuan Yong tenderly nurtured the flowers, joyfully watching them unfold their petals bit by bit. But now, the flowers, before witnessing the beauty of the distant world, were ravaged to mud amidst bloodshed.

That smiling sister who gently cradled the light in the forest died at the blossoming age of eighteen.

And a part of Yuan Yong's soul followed her in passing.

Pain, oppression, despair, hands clutching the agonizing head, sharp nails leaving bloody imprints, the bloodthirsty beast breaking free from its shackles, howling and wailing in anguish.

No longer a knight for the princess, but a corrupted monstrosity rotting in a filthy curse.

Yuan Yong suddenly became silent and laconic, sitting alone in the darkness, expressionless, his eyes icy cold.

His slender fingers picked up pristine cotton, dabbed with alcohol, meticulously wiping the blades, their edges now gleaming coldly, razor-sharp.

The veteran comrades who had fought alongside him for years kept staring at Yuan Yong, their clouded, aged eyes filled with concern: "You've changed."

Yuan Yong paid no heed.

This was his true self, merciless, cold, and extremely bloodthirsty; the gentle side of him belonged only to his sister, and it died along with her.

When his sister was alive, Yuan Yong had always strived to imitate a normal person.

In the forest cabin, the young him only knew to display what he liked, those bloody scenes leaving terrible memories for his 6-year-old sister. He didn't want her to be afraid of him anymore.

"They said: "Killing is for upholding justice!"

So Yuan Yong suppressed his evil instincts, only killing those who were guilty.

"They said: "Yuan Yong, forgive him. Even children wouldn't dare approach you when you're angry."

So Yuan Yong endured the ignorance of the masses.

"They also said: "People should help each other!"

So Yuan Yong did his utmost to rescue his comrades. Despite being a ruthless killer, he became a hero in the eyes of the world, receiving endless flowers and gratitude, donning glory and justice.

Sometimes, little cats would pass by Yuan Yong's window, their fur shimmering in the sunlight as they stretched out their small paws to catch something, frolicking and rolling around amidst the tangled shadows and dappled light.

Before, when Yuan Yong saw such scenes, he would only ponder how to kill those overly lively little creatures.

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But now, they reminded him of his sister.

Because of her, the chance encounters with landscapes in time gained meaning.

The rays piercing through the clouds, the babbling stream, the shimmering fireflies – they were all like his sister, yet Yuan Yong felt they paled in comparison to her beauty.

In his leisure time, Yuan Yong would gaze at the North Star, its serene radiance in the night sky guiding lost sailors back to port, while Yuan Luoyi was in the north.