Resurrection Empire

Chapter 682 256: Confession and Love【Thanks to the 2014 Little Book Friends for becoming Alliance Hierarch!】_3

Just like how he first taught it to Ju Qingmeng, and then Ju Qingmeng taught it to the shadow: "A person's nature is hard to change even if the world changes."

He felt that he was an unqualified spy, unworthy of even carrying Jin Wuji's shoes.

To put it bluntly, it was still a lack of awareness, losing to instinct.

Ren Zhong regretted it to his core.

If I were given a chance to start over, I definitely would...

…

After contemplating and weighing for two whole hours, Ren Zhong opened the desk drawer and took out the concentrated stimulant and the Super Armor Frenzy Potion inside.

…

Ren Zhong appeared once again in front of the mirror in the washroom.

He raised his wrist watch and looked at the time on it.

New Origin Calendar, September 6, 682, 6:15 a.m. and 8 seconds.

He sighed deeply.

As expected!

Although he had already anticipated it, when he actually attempted it once and found the answer, the disappointment in his heart was inevitable.

When he died again, the resurrection time node got locked at this moment.

The time loop jump must be anchored on the pivot point thirty days prior to the time of death.

Let it be then.

Continue analyzing the third flaw.

Ren Zhong knew that when the "Net" made judgments, it wouldn't consider isolated factors alone. It must be a comprehensive analysis after integrating information from many aspects to give a weighted evaluation.

If he could compensate for both the first and third flaws well enough, and then display sufficient value to make the "Net" more reluctant to lose him, the second flaw might be tolerated.

The third flaw is sex.

Ren Zhong started interrogating his heart again.

I once made a commitment, but have I done enough for it?

Have I done my utmost?

Not enough.

Even though I've been trying hard to disguise myself, in truth, I still haven't let go of my old views on love.

This is risky, and I've always known it.

To maintain my original intention, I've overcompensated, putting my principles above revolutionary ideals.

I am too afraid to open that Pandora's box, and also afraid of being corrupted by desire, so I've always avoided it.

This is selfish and shows a lack of confidence.

I've been too harsh on others as well.

Now, I must take this step.

But...

What is love?

Do I have it?

Ren Zhong closed his eyes; the figures of several women floated up sequentially in his heart.

The gentle and kind yet internally resilient Ju Qingmeng, the incredibly beautiful Chen Hanyu, the clear-cut but somewhat principled Zheng Tian, the direct Xiao Xingyue, and Ma...

Forget it, I really can't bring myself to speak about Brother Ma.

After these faces surfaced, he began to recall the bits and pieces of interactions with these people in his mind.

Long after, including the breathtaking glimpse of Chen Hanyu who showed her true face, the images of others gradually faded in his mind, leaving only one person's.

The first time he met her, she was impatient yet forced herself to hold back.

In a romantic evening built on lies, the first confession of talent, planting a seed in her heart.

In the deep, silent night, she focused intently while leaning over her workbench.

She was tired, lying quietly on the board bed, and he draped a towel over her.

She yelled decisively over the phone, "Ren Zhong, avenge me!"

When he faked an injury, she erupted in anger at Lin Wang.

The sofa in her house.

When he fell down repeatedly, she cried asking why.

She always looked at him with adoration, saying she believed he surely had a plan.

She hid her suffering in her heart, never urged, but silently worked overtime to improve the technique and upgrade his equipment.

In red sheer nightwear, her halting speech and words that didn't come from the heart.

Her cooking.

"Partner."

Ren Zhong thought of his parents again.

His parents rarely quarreled and never acted excessively affectionate in front of him.

Their companionship as old spouses was always very plain.

Mother occasionally complained about wanting a bigger, nicer house.

Father always smiled apologetically, saying he'd strive for it.

At dusk, under the setting sun, on the path, the elderly couple walked ahead, not holding hands, but shoulder to shoulder. He followed behind them, engrossed in reading.

When he fell ill, the usually gentle and graceful mother gritted her teeth and said to his father, "We'll fight."

The father, who usually spoke subtly, nodded emphatically, "Yes, we'll fight."

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Ren Zhong suddenly opened his eyes wide and stood up straight.

I was wrong.

Love isn't the instant heart-pounding moment; it's the ordinary living together in mutual support.

It's the peace of mind knowing I can sleep soundly lying on her couch.

It's the tacit understanding between two people without a word needing to be said.

In truth, I've always cared about her, and it isn't pure sympathy or admiration. I'm accustomed to having her around.

And what she's given me is not just gratitude. She actually loves me.

True love has been right in front of me all along, but I was always looking forward and overlooking the one standing behind me.

If it's her, I can be at ease, with a clear conscience.

Having her is enough.

Ren Zhong dashed out of the room, brushing past Brother Ding, who happened to be walking by outside the door.

Brother Ding, seeing how hastily he acted, yelled from behind, "Ren Zhong, where are you going!"

"I'm going back to Starfire Town! I'm taking a day off today!"

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