Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

"Do you... have anything else to ask?!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the system's voice was a little cautious, as if it was afraid that Yan Wenmo would change his mind because of the images he saw.

Yan Wenmo looked at the flower sea that had returned to its original state in his dream, was silent for a moment, and then sighed:

"It feels like I've watched an ancient TV series. Maybe because of my personal experience, I actually feel a little regretful?!"

"Just a pity?!"

"What else?! You don't think I will fall in love with someone just by watching a TV series, do you? I can still tell the difference between reality and fantasy."

The system remained silent for a long time before speaking with some emotion:

"Sure enough, reincarnation is reincarnation. Even if it is the same soul, it is not the same person after all?!"

"Definitely not."

Yan Wenmo sat on the swing, mumbling to himself:

"Just like the same water, some are used to make tea, some are used to make wine, and some are used for irrigation. Similarly, even if it is the same soul, it will have different personalities due to different experiences. I am me, not someone else, nor am I the one he is thinking about...

Thinking of this, she fell silent, and then remembered the content of the novel, and couldn't help but laugh at herself:

"System, you are right. What you see is what the author wants you to see. So, system, what do you want me to do by letting me see this?!"

In response to Yan Wenmo's question, the system did not rush to assign tasks, but instead asked hesitantly:

"This is difficult, host, are you really determined to accept this mission?!"

Yan Wenmo let out a long sigh, then looked at the azure sky in his dream and said:

"You brought me here and told me that I had an unfinished business. I didn't understand where this business came from before. It was obviously just a novel, but now I seem to understand."

As she said this, she couldn't help but mutter to herself:

"Since I'm here for him, then, what do you need me to do? How do you want me to treat him? To make up for his regrets, or... something else!"

When the system heard Yan Wenmo say this, it hesitated for a while before speaking seriously:

"You need to help him regain his original intention, help him become the Gu Hansheng who is determined to exorcise demons and save the people, and help him return to the position where he should be, instead of... continuing to degenerate."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenmo was stunned for a moment, and then complained:

"Is it so difficult?! Do you really think highly of me for helping a fallen person regain his original intention?!"

Having said this, she sighed, then smiled bitterly:

"But it seems that I'm the only one who can do it, so I'll give it a try. If you're not satisfied with the result, you can't blame me."

The system heard this and didn't say much, but instead warned:

"This mission is difficult, it's hell level, it's best if you can complete it, if you can't, it's no big deal"

As it spoke, its tone subconsciously paused, and then continued:

"Host, you need to complete the next mission by yourself, so you can only rely on yourself in the future. But no matter what difficulties you encounter, I hope you will be happy, okay?!"

Yan Wenmo was surprised at the system's thoughtfulness, but did not ask any more questions. Instead, he said:

"it is good"

Then, in the days to come, she understood why the system had given her such instructions, because this task was simply making her collapse to the point of unbearable.

Jiang Wenbai sat on a chair in the inn room, silently watching the room, which was originally pitch dark, gradually become brighter. It became brighter not because of the lights, but because it was daybreak.

The pastry in his hand looked increasingly ridiculous because he had been holding it for so long. He lowered his eyes to look at the pastry in his hand, opened it silently, took a bite, only to find that the originally soft and sweet pastry tasted dry and bitter.

What was bitter was not the pastry, but his heart. He waited in this room for a whole night, but Yan Wenmo did not come back all night.

He didn't know whether the other party was deliberately avoiding him or had already left. Either way, it meant that he didn't even have a chance to explain.

His heart felt heavy and bitter, and he couldn't help but let his tears fall. His eyelashes trembled slightly, stained with tiny tears.

'No big deal'

He choked up and tried to comfort himself, but this kind of comfort could not soothe his painful heart, so his tears flowed more and more and could not be stopped.

He seemed to be abandoned by her again, passively abandoned. She left again, left him again. She left so cleanly, just like throwing away garbage.

But he is not a rubbish. He has tried very hard to chase her, but he can never reach her. She is like a castle in the sky. He can see her but cannot touch her.

"You are right to dislike me. I am indeed... I am indeed a loser, but... but my love for you is genuine. I did not lie to you. I... I really like you."

Jiang Wenbai sniffed subconsciously and felt inexplicably aggrieved. He knew he had no right to feel aggrieved, but he still felt aggrieved.

I felt wronged for being abandoned, I felt wronged for being left behind, I felt wronged that Yan Wenmo had never valued me, not even a little bit.

In her world, he always seemed to be an outsider, not accepted, not noticed, not loved, and... not pitied.

That is why it is discarded again and again without hesitation, just like garbage.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, clenched the pastries in his hands, crushed them into pieces, and then threw them hard on the ground.

Since you don't want me, then I...then I don't want you either, ever. I can live alone, I can live without you, who can't live without whom? !

Isn’t she just a woman?! Isn’t she just a fiancée?! Isn’t she just Yan Shisan?! Is that a big deal?! What’s so great about that? He wasn’t… He wasn’t very sad!

But these tears are so annoying, I can't stop them, it's like a floodgate has been opened and they won't stop.

The tightly closed door suddenly opened suddenly. Xuanyuan Jing looked at the people in the room in surprise. Seeing Jiang Wenbai's expression of being at a loss but pretending to be calm, she asked:

"Where's Thirteen?!"

Jiang Wenbai pursed his lips, lowered his voice, and said stiffly:

"do not know!"

Xuanyuan Jing frowned, looked at him with disdain, and then said:

"Why don't you go find her if you don't know? Are you just standing there like a tree stump? Aren't you afraid that she might get into danger? There's no one to save her."

Having said this, she hurriedly left the house, but Jiang Wenbai seemed to have reacted, rushed out of the house and started looking for someone.

Jiang Wenbai searched for a long time, probably throughout the entire inn, until she reached the top floor and saw the figure sitting beside Yan Wenmo's bed.

He didn't know who that man was? ! But he remembered seeing him yesterday, so, almost as a conditioned reflex, he wanted to kick the door open and rush into the house, but he was grabbed by the throat.

With a simple gesture of pinching someone's raised hand, Jiang Wenbai was lifted up by the invisible hand holding his neck. He struggled to break free from Gu Hansheng's grip, but found that he had no strength at all.

He looked at Yan Wenmo who was still sleeping in despair and tried to speak with difficulty, but Gu Hansheng waved his sleeves and made him hit the railing outside the house heavily.

Perhaps the noise they made was too loud and startled Yan Wenmo who was still sleeping. She opened her eyes blankly and looked outside the door.

At this moment, Gu Hansheng waved his long sleeves, closed the door that had just been opened, and blocked Yan Wenmo's curious gaze.

"What's wrong?! Did something happen?!"

Yan Wenmo's surprised voice came from the room, and then Jiang Wenbai heard Gu Hansheng in the room speaking calmly:

"It's okay, it's just that the shelf outside the door fell down. Are you still sleepy?! How about sleeping for a while?!"

Yan Wenmo rejected his proposal and said:

"No, I still have a lot of things to deal with today! It's better not to stay in bed."