When A Snail Falls In Love

Chapter 68.2

That night, after sending Yao Meng home, Feng Ye sank into a long period of contemplation. From young, he had always known that he was different from other people.

Other young children always had a rich variety of feelings and sensations. However, from childhood to adulthood, he had experienced none.

He had never felt grieved, never felt hurt, never felt joy nor affection, or any of the soft and sweet emotions. Above all, when it was to do with the moods or emotions of others, he was even more unmoved and indifferent.

His one pleasure was movies featuring violent crimes. It was only when he saw dead bodies and fresh blood, that he felt elated.

However, in the eyes of others, he was always the good kid, the good young man that his deaf-mute parents had raised, with exceptional grades and wonderful manners, reserved and steady.

The first time he killed someone was in his second year of High School; it was a stranger just passing by. He had no particular reason for killing him, it's just that he wanted to try out the strategies he had learned from the movies. It required considerable strength and resourcefulness for a youth to kill a full-grown adult. Moreover, he copied the method of killing used in the movie, and disposed of the corpse thoroughly. Many years after that, he still felt great pride in that first killing and the methodology used.

From that time onwards, he realised that he was a psychopath, a born psychopath.

The budding relationship that he had had with Yao Meng, from his point of view, was just an accident.

In truth, he really did like Yao Meng. He was, after all, a man, and he liked her beautiful appearance and slender legs.

At that time, people liked to pair the two of them, as they were both students with exceptional grades, calling them 'The Golden Boy and the Jade Maiden' (literally, 金童玉女, the attendants of the Taoist immortals i.e. a golden couple).

Matters were brought to a head when they were in the 3rd year of High School. One day, at noon, he was sitting on the school field eating a box of mixed rice. She came along, also carrying a box of mixed rice.

That day, they talked about a great many things, after which, he kissed her.

Her mouth had a faint fragrance, as well as the scent of something clean, pure and fresh, all mixed together, which caused his heart to beat faster. As it turned out, she was even more enchanting than he had originally thought.

During the semester that he was in a relationship with her, he did not kill anyone.

Love. That was a very strange emotion. It was as if some other part of his body had gained satisfaction.

However, their break-up occurred much faster than he had expected. At the same time, it seemed to be something entirely logical/reasonable.

Perhaps it was because other girls' boyfriends had more money than he did, and were able to take them to the movies, buy chocolate for them, or buy clothes, while he could only hold her hand and stroll with her around the garden. Perhaps it was because she was a constant visitor to his home, and encountered his simple and unsophisticated deaf-mute parents, as well as the clear signs of poverty, which led to a slow accumulation of disgust. Or, it could have been due to the earnest admonishment of their class teacher, which became a stern reprimand, that Yao Meng eventually wavered . . .

The day they broke up, she cried bitterly, but he did not do anything to try and persuade her otherwise.

From that time onwards, his life changed completely.