[The Demon's Descent into the City: A Twisted Love Story] Volume 2 (Chapter 72)

Chapter 72 Repentance (Part 4)

"Maybe the seed I planted is sprouting in some woman's belly, but you... seem to still be a virgin, right?"

The voice wasn't loud, not loud enough for everyone in the carriage to hear.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the surroundings fell silent. The four unrelated people stared wide-eyed, their gazes

sweeping back and forth between Fang Yan and his companion. The girl, caught off

guard , was about to explode when the girl playing the guitar couldn't help but chuckle. This

triggered a chain reaction; the other three all lowered their heads, their shoulders trembling as if they were holding back

laughter .

"Is it that funny?!"

the girl shouted in dissatisfaction at her companion's reaction.

"You've been hunting geese all day, and today... today you got pecked in the eye!"

The girl playing the guitar lightly rubbed her chest, taking a while to stop laughing. "You always flirt with young

boys , you misjudged me today! Tell me, how does it feel to be flirted with instead?"

"Hmph! You little pervert!"

The girl glared at Fang Yan, seeing him close his eyes and act as if nothing was wrong, she laughed sarcastically:

"Little brother, you're still a fuzzy-lipped! Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

Fang Yan didn't speak.

"Fine, I won't argue with you."

Even the fiercest woman can't argue with a boy about whether she's a virgin or fabricate

a history of love affairs. She had to admit that she had misjudged the boy in front of her; he looked gentle and harmless, but

he was actually very dangerous.

Night fell, and the sound of trains hitting the tracks echoed continuously in the empty, dark fields, further

emphasizing the surrounding tranquility.

Most people on the train had their eyes closed, and those who hadn't fallen asleep were lost in thoughts, some bitter, some sweet.

Fang Yan leaned against the hard backrest, his eyes half-closed, gazing out the window at the endless darkness, quietly listening to the sound of the rails like a

heartbeat , silently blending into the night, as if he could feel its pulse…

Two men and three women got off the train at 10 p.m. in a place Fang Yan had never heard of before—

a small, makeshift platform, so much so that they were immediately exposed to the cold wind. The dim lighting at the time illuminated

very little space, making them feel like they were on a tiny stage preparing for a performance. The girl carrying a guitar

waved her red scarf on the platform, laughing as she watched Fang Yan leave, seemingly pleased with his earlier teasing of her

friends .

Judging from their fragmented conversation, it seemed they were going there to gather inspiration. Fang Yan didn't understand art, but he could see

the carefree spirit of their lives. Watching them rub their hands together in the cold wind, their faces radiating undisguised excitement and anticipation,

their playful banter and teasing—that was the burning passion of youth.

A few months ago, he and his gang of four had experienced, or at least nearly experienced, the same exuberance of youth.

Many people got off the train one after another. After those people left, a young couple boarded and sat

opposite Fang Yan. Three of the six seats were occupied, making the entire carriage seem empty.

"Brother, asleep?"

Fang Yan glanced out the window. He could tell from the reflection that the young man didn't seem interested in chatting or

anything else . The young woman was attractive, appearing delicate and innocent, and was leaning against the man's

shoulder. But the man's eyes gleamed with obvious lust.

Fang Yan didn't answer. His prolonged stillness made it seem as if he had already fallen asleep, but through his half-closed eyes,

he clearly saw the man's hand slipping inside the woman's clothes after he had relaxed.

"Don't do that, there are people around."

"It's okay, he's already asleep."

The man's hand tried to forcefully slip under her clothes, but seeing the woman's hesitation, he added, "How about we get married when we get back

?"

The woman was visibly startled, a blush rising to her cheeks, whether from shyness or the happiness of

the word " she didn't know. She glanced at Fang Yan hesitantly, and only after realizing he didn't react did she allow his hand to slip under

her collar. Then, her brows furrowed slightly, and she murmured in a dreamlike voice,

"I'm going to...sleep."

"Okay, I'll wake you when we get there."

The man was pleased with the woman's shy cooperation, his excited voice high-pitched and suppressed.

Men always find all sorts of excuses for their desires, excuses that other men can accept, but

the word "marriage" made Fang Yan suddenly feel the temperature drop considerably.

Further and further from home, in places she had never heard of or been to before, listening to the

murmurs , the emotions ingrained in her bones began to overflow, a longing for those blissful experiences. Hidden deep within the darkness

was an ancient, drawn-out call, those distant feelings feeling as familiar as yesterday,

slowly seeping into her body.

Even knowing the ending would seem defying the heavens to ordinary people, the presence of Lady Baihua, and

the lingering resentment that had begun to fester in Fang Ru's heart that day, weighed heavily on the thoughts and feelings of both women,

as hard as granite.

The man opposite seemed somewhat lost in his own world, large swathes of the woman's fair, tender breasts exposed to Fang Yan's

eyes . He tightly closed his eyes; those scenes that had once been considered springtime couldn't arouse Fang Yan's interest now.

Another stop.

There was no platform, only a large stone sign indicating the station, and a solitary streetlamp standing

outside the railway tracks.

According to the train's schedule, it seemed that Fang Yan's final destination was still far away, but she got off the train,

without reason, seemingly out of instinct.

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