I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 273 The Miao Youth is a Proud Male Supporting Character (5) A Jing Extra

It turns out that it hurts even without a heart.

——A Jing

When I woke up, my memory was blank. I didn't know who I was or where I came from.

I was awakened by my tribesmen. They called me ancestor and treated me with great respect. They taught me many things.

I found that I have an extremely strong learning ability. I can imprint knowledge in my mind with just a quick glance. This seems to be a unique ability of mine.

I learned puppetry, and this skill became like a natural instinct to me. I could master the most powerful puppetry without anyone teaching me.

But I always feel that something is wrong. I seem to have no emotions. I don’t feel sad, nor happy. My heart is as calm as an ancient well, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

I named myself A Jing, because I am their clan leader. I lead them and guide the direction of my clan members.

As time passed, my people gradually grew old. They left no descendants, and the backlash of puppetry gradually drained their lives.

I watched them leave me one by one, with no pain in my heart, but I didn't want to lose them, so I made them into puppets.

I didn't like the fact that they always just followed my orders and lost themselves, so I made a decision and fed them my blood.

I don’t know why I did this, but there seemed to be a voice in my heart telling me that I was not an ordinary person.

I followed this voice, hoping to bring them freedom and life.

As time went by, I watched people of my age die one after another, but I remained the same. I began to realize that I was the biggest puppet.

I will not grow old or die. I am trapped in this eternal body and cannot feel the true meaning of life.

I am the real puppet, controlled by fate and unable to escape.

My existence has become an eternal irony, an unsolvable mystery.

On that unintentional day, I hid among the human world as usual, imitating their every move and trying to learn their emotions.

I had become accustomed to this kind of life until that young man showed up and broke the peace.

A young boy came into my sight.

At that moment, my heart seemed to skip a beat, and it was a feeling I had never experienced before.

I was so happy because I thought I had met the love of my life.

He is so dazzling and so attractive to me. I firmly believe that he belongs to me, otherwise why would fate send him to me?

I excitedly asked my tribesmen about this emotion, and they told me that this is love.

They say that when humans fall in love, they get married and then they can be together forever.

This idea made me extremely excited, and I decided that I would marry this boy, no matter who he was, and we would be together forever.

I brought the boy back to my tribe, and they prepared a grand wedding for us.

They were all very happy and praised my lover as the most beautiful person in the world.

I nodded proudly, agreeing deeply. I thought this was the beginning of my happiness.

However, the marriage was ruined just when it was about to be completed, and the saboteur was the person I had once helped.

I was furious, but helplessly, I was no match for him and I could only choose to leave.

Despite this, I did not give up. I followed him quietly, unwilling to let him out of my sight.

He seemed to notice that I was following him, but he didn't get angry or drive me away.

So I just followed him silently, observing his every move and listening to his every conversation.

I actually felt unhappy when I saw him talking to someone else, which was a very strange emotion for I thought I was incapable of jealousy and anger.

I followed him for a long time, silently like a shadow.

I thought I could stay with him forever like this, but one time, he suddenly quickened his pace and left me behind.

It was an accident, a separation that I could not have predicted, and it was that time that I lost him completely.

He was badly injured and bled a lot.

My heart tightened. Was he going to leave me and die forever like those tribesmen before him?

I couldn't accept this fact, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.

I heard him calling my name faintly, it was the first time I heard him call me that, but I didn't feel any joy, I only felt deep sadness and unhappiness.

He died in my arms, his body growing cold, and I couldn't accept it.

I don't want to make him a puppet, because I know that will backfire and make him lose his former soul.

I couldn't bear to let him go, so I could only hug his body tightly and let the tears fall.

I actually cried, cried my heart out. It was the first time I felt such strong emotions and such deep pain.

I buried him in a quiet forest, where there were birds singing, flowers blooming, and sunlight shining through the gaps between the leaves.

Day after day, I stood at his grave, watching him, and guarding him.

This is also being together, isn't it?

He and I are together forever, at least in my heart.

I don't know if I will die, I only know that I will guard him day after day.

People say I am a madman, and I am indeed a madman because I have lost my mind and myself, and only an empty soul is left.

I planted flowers and plants in front of his grave and told him stories of the human world, even though he could no longer respond to me.

But I know that as long as I'm here, he won't be alone.

I will wait until the end of the world, until I can return to dust like him.

"There is a red flower blooming here. It is so beautiful!"

Jiji: "The author is much better now. Thank you for your concern, my dears."