Chapter 143: It's You Who Haven't Forgiven Yourself - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

### Chapter 143: It's You Who Haven't Forgiven Yourself The matter had already passed. Continuing to dwell on it held little meaning. Chen An merely frowned, "No need to play smart with me; you know what I’m worried about." "Her temperament won’t be as agreeable as in the past two lifetimes." Indeed. If the person to appear next is that 'mortal' from the third lifetime, then the recently spiritually revived Blue Star might truly plunge into chaos. The established order might very well be destroyed instantly. She wouldn't care for anyone's feelings. "I don't know..." The system responded quite innocently. Were it to materialize, it would surely shrug and spread its little hands right now. The young man took a deep breath, restraining the urge to curse. He gazed out the window, suddenly feeling that the moonlight had turned much whiter. Soon enough, a small head popped up from beneath the windowsill. It turned out the moonlight hadn’t turned white; there was just a patch of snow-white obstructing it. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her large red eyes widened slightly. It seemed that whenever she faced Chen An, she regressed to the girlish demeanor of her youth. In any case, she was more exuberant than usual. Luo Cong'an blinked. "Uh..." "You’re quite the elegant one, sir, staying up so late." Even though caught in the act, Luo Cong'an quickly suppressed the hint of embarrassment rising within her, smoothly flipping her body over. She landed lightly in the room, her delicate face maintaining an awkward yet polite smile. "Well... good evening, sir." Yet the expected response didn’t come. Luo Cong'an froze for a moment, then looked up. Her hands hanging by her sides clenched slightly with nervousness. Was her unexpected visit the cause of his anger? Or perhaps, had he never forgiven her earlier offenses? Or most fundamentally, was it her broken promise... A myriad of thoughts flashed through Luo Cong'an's mind in an instant. She gathered the courage to look over, only to see him in a daze. The young man leaned against the headboard, his eyes usually indifferent, now appearing somewhat vacant, though his face remained as composed as ever, betraying none of his thoughts. Chen An, of course, wasn't blaming her. Or rather, given his temperament and their shared past, he found it hard to harbor any blame. Perhaps those years of waiting in that small courtyard only yielded blankness. Yet Chen An understood it wasn't Luo Cong'an's fault. Back then, neither of them had the power to resist. Their promise to meet was as fragile as paper in the face of fate's invisible hand. His reverie was merely due to the fragmented memories aligning with the sight before him. The white-haired, red-eyed Luo Cong'an was the complete version of her in his heart. The true her. Seeing her now brought merely a touch of nostalgia. However, the woman standing by the bed didn’t see it that way. She unwillingly took a step back, pursing her lips, looking up at the boy on the bed, and spoke softly. "Sir, have you not forgiven me?" "I'm sorry... it was presumptuous of Cong'an..." For centuries, her frantic search had never moved her. Yet now, just his casual demeanor nearly suffocated Luo Cong'an. She could be the remarkable practitioner traversing countless worlds. But before him, she remained the sensitive, fragile girl, abandoned and hated by the world. Chen An's once-distracted pupils refocused. He steadied his gaze on her and sighed. He said, "Cong'an, I forgave you long ago." "It's you who haven't forgiven yourself." The young man's words fell upon her ears. The woman's initially tense expression completely froze. She trembled slightly, lowering her head without a word. The room quickly returned to silence. Chen An was patient. He didn’t rush to speak again, instead watching her quietly. Until the woman suddenly moved, shattering the silence. Luo Cong'an almost pounced, flinging herself into his embrace, burying her head in his chest, sobbing softly. It seemed she intended to release all the emotions accumulated over the years. Shed of her hardened exterior, she was always the girl who loved to be pampered in his arms. That had never changed. "Sir... but I, I can't forgive myself..." She cried, displaying her vulnerability without reservation. "I was wrong; I never should have left you... I’m sorry..." Luo Cong'an’s voice was intermittent. Mixed with faint, uncontrollable sobs. She reached out, intending to wipe her tear-dampened eyes. But her hand in mid-air was caught by another slender hand. The warmth from palm to palm brought comfort. She looked up into his gentle eyes, which had a hint of a smile. "Cong'an, I never blamed you." "Really?" Luo Cong'an blinked, tentatively asking. Chen An hummed affirmatively. He reached out with the other hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face. Her skin felt smooth and soft, like jelly under his touch. Thus, he couldn't help but give her cheek an extra squeeze. It was a habitual gesture, one that had often occurred during their past interactions. Naturally, Luo Cong'an didn't resist. Her long eyelashes quivered, and under the moonlight, her graceful neck was tinged with a light pink. Chen An, when making this gesture, had no amorous notions whatsoever. After finishing, he intended to withdraw his hand. However, Luo Cong'an quickly held it in place. "Don't..." In her red eyes brewed unease. Chen An paused, choosing not to withdraw his hand. It was just a touch, nothing serious. They’d shared more intimate gestures before. Yet times had changed, and someone seemed to have developed improper notions of insubordination. "Oh, sir, don't move." Followed by Chen An’s somewhat exasperated voice. "You’re holding my hand, was I supposed to move?" "No matter!" Luo Cong'an countered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her rebuttal was weak and feeble. "Honestly, sir, I just want a hug, why so stingy?" "Just a hug?" "Yes!" ... ... After some time, Luo Cong'an elegantly flipped out of the room under the moonlight. Recalling his attitude towards her, she couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. Indeed, he was still the same. Slow and steady, for sure she would win him over eventually! Thinking this, she suddenly felt a twinge of regret. If only she hadn’t been so impulsive when they first met... Wouldn’t things be much simpler now? They might even have a child's name picked out! Under the cold moonlight, a chilling female voice suddenly interrupted Luo Cong'an's fantasies. "A pervert so sentimental over her own teacher..." "Disgusting!" (End of Chapter)