novelsite When will Chapter 116 end?
When will Chapter 116 end?
Why are my eyes golden?
Of course, it's because I was wearing colored contact lenses.
Jiang Xingni thought to himself with an air of seriousness.
"Because I was wearing colored contact lenses," Jiang Xingni said softly, covering her eyes with his hand, his voice carrying a faint smile.
[You just said it like that??] The system was greatly shocked.
"Aren't you afraid that this part will get out outside the comics and your popularity will plummet?" the system couldn't help but yell.
Jiang Xing smiled silently to himself.
Her answer was: "If you hadn't seen me put on colored contact lenses with your own eyes, would you have thought that the black hair and gold eyes of a comic book protagonist were created by wearing colored contact lenses?"
The system fell silent.
It really wouldn't guess in that direction.
After all, the reason of wearing colored contact lenses is too advanced. The system thinks that apart from Jiang Xingni, no one would immediately take out colored contact lenses to wear after learning that they are a character in a comic book.
"So, why did you wear colored contact lenses in the first place?" the system asked, somewhat bewildered.
Although Jiang Xingni had already answered this question back then, the system always felt that Jiang Xingni's reason for choosing to wear colored contact lenses was not so simple.
Jiang Xingni immediately replied, "Because black eyes are too unremarkable and easily overlap with Xiao Jiming's character design, making it difficult for readers to remember."
"Black hair and golden eyes are so memorable, aren't they?" she said matter-of-factly.
system:?
system:……
I don't believe you for a second.
The system didn't press further, knowing that asking any more questions wouldn't yield any results, only more fabricated answers from Jiang Xingni.
—It was aware of Jiang Xingni's ability to make things up, after all, he was used to writing self-criticisms and could spout nonsense on the spot.
No matter how much the system pressed Jiang Xingni to say what he didn't want to say, it was useless.
So the system wisely remained silent.
The instant Jiang Xingni's dagger pierced Zhao Henshan's heart, the black shadow dissolved in a flash, merging with Zhao Henshan's body.
The girl, who should have died but had lingered in this world for six years out of hatred and resentment, finally closed her eyes at this moment.
A near-death experience, six years overdue, finally came to her.
So this is what death tastes like.
Zhao Henshan thought to himself with a sense of bewilderment.
When she died for the first time, she was filled with resentment and anger, thinking that it would be great if someone could avenge her.
She was willing to pay any price.
Therefore, when death came, what she felt was not nothingness, but in a sense, the pain of the birth of a vengeful spirit.
This pain further fueled her hatred.
Now, she finally tasted the feeling of death that she should have experienced six years ago.
It was also the feeling that so many innocent victims who died at her hands experienced before their deaths.
It wasn't hatred, but utter bewilderment and emptiness.
Without thinking of anything, Zhao Henshan suddenly realized that he could no longer open his eyes when he tried to open them.
So this is what death is.
Zhao Henshan thought with some regret, but I still haven't received Jiang Xingni's answer.
"They're colored contact lenses," Jiang Xingni leaned down and gently answered Zhao Henshan's question in her ear.
"You could have done it too," Jiang Xingni said.
The body formed from hatred and resentment finally vanished completely at this moment.
[Do you love her?] Through Jiang Xingni's eyes, the system saw the moment Zhao Henshan vanished into thin air.
It asked in Jiang Xingni's mind.
Jiang Xing remained silent.
"It's one thing to ship people on forums, but why are you asking this kind of question? Do I look like I love her?" Jiang Xingni asked, puzzled.
She looked up and watched the shadows gradually fade away, as the long-awaited sunlight shone down, illuminating the world that had been shrouded in shadows for six years.
A shadow, like ashes, drifted around Jiang Xingni's side. She reached out her hand, and the shadow, which seemed to have a physical form, merely lingered and brushed against her fingertips.
Then it passed right through Jiang Xingni's palm.
However, Jiang Xingni still answered the system's question seriously.
"I don't love her, and I don't pity her," Jiang Xingni said. "Whether in a romantic sense or in a universal sense, I don't love her."
"The kind of love she wants—she can't get it from me."
"But I will offer her a flower. I will keep the promise I made. It's not because I love her and feel sorry for her, but because she has that right, and I may be one of the few people in this world who can remember her."
"She deserves a bouquet of flowers; this is just my most basic empathy," Jiang Xingni said casually.
The ashes-like shadows have mostly dissipated.
The whole world began to collapse.
【Don't you think she's pitiful?】The system was somewhat conflicted.
As Zhao Henshan recounted his experiences, even the system, which didn't fully understand these matters, began to feel that Zhao Henshan's misfortune was too tragic.
Jiang Xingni chuckled inwardly: "Yes, she's pitiful, but there are many more people who deserve our sympathy."
Jiang Xing glanced at it, lost in thought.
She would sympathize with the girl who was doused with cold water and exposed to the freezing wind at minus thirty degrees Celsius, but she would not sympathize with this monster who killed more than four thousand people out of hatred.
"The memories of onlookers are never long-lasting," Jiang Xingni said softly.
She doesn't expect the comic's writers or the readers in the real world to remember Zhao Henshan's story.
They all have their own lives, and the story of a female supporting character in the comic is just a casual amusement in their lives.
After watching it and reflecting on it, it was over just like that.
There will always be more tragic stories to attract their attention, and there will always be more exciting scenes to watch.
The attention Zhao Henshan could retain was far too short.
"Compared to Zhao Henshan, those victims who didn't even appear by name in the comics are even more pitiful."
Jiang Xingni knew nothing about the strange creatures that only appeared in Ji Shanqing's retellings, what their stories were, or what kind of future they should have had.
Jiang Xingni also didn't know who the first strange person to step out and confront Zhao Henshan was.
They were merely background characters in this instance, disappearing without a trace after fulfilling their duties.
Therefore, no one knows his or her name.
As the world collapsed beneath Jiang Xingni's feet, she closed her eyes.
"System, when will the comic be finished?" Jiang Xing asked in his mind.
To be honest, she was starting to...get tired of it.
Ultimately, all the tragedies of the past six years, whether involving Zhao Henshan, Ji Shanqing, or the nameless victims, are a testament to the tragedy.
All the stories were created to show readers when Xiao Jiming came to the middle school six years later.
"Will the tragedy stop once the comic ends?" Jiang Xingni asked himself in his heart.
But she didn't know the answer to that question either.