1 Corinthians 13:11

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  Fang Yuan felt a bit tense, the "Chen Feng" in front of her gave her an inexplicable sense of oppression, although he looked so elegant and handsome.

  The person is still the same, but the charm between their eyebrows and eyes differs by tens of thousands of miles. One is a creamy pretty boy, the other is an iron-blooded rogue, two completely different personalities repeatedly intersecting in the same body.

  "Hi! Hello! My name is Chen Qi, what's yours?" His smile was very sincere.

  "Chen Qi?" Fang Yuan said in confusion, "You are Chen Feng's..."

  "I am Chen Feng's older brother. Unfortunately, I don't have a body of my own and can only temporarily borrow his." Chen Qi looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand to touch the golden sunlight, his eyes filled with piety.

  "It's been a long time since I've come out to bask in the sun! The world is still so beautiful!" Chen Qi withdrew his gaze, gazing at Fang Yuan with ambiguous eyes, as if appreciating a work of art.

  Fang Yuan had never met a boy as bold as this one, who didn't even bat an eyelid and stared at her with his eyes wide open.

  "You're so beautiful!" Chen Qi exclaimed involuntarily. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

  Upon hearing Chen Qi's praise, although her heart was still racing, Fang Yuan inexplicably felt a warm current. Girls are like this, even if they don't like the boy, they still hope that he can appreciate them.

  "Chen Qi, you..." Fang Yuan paused for a moment before continuing. "Do you know or not, that you are just another personality of Chen Feng?"

  "Another personality?" Chen Qi smiled, "He is him, I am me. He and I are completely different people. As I said, I'm just a soul with nowhere to rest, so I temporarily borrowed his body. Apart from the body, I possess everything that a complete person should have: independent memories and thinking abilities. So, please don't look at me with that kind of gaze. Nice to meet you, may I ask what your name is?"

  Fang Yuan

  "Fang Yuan? Nice name. I like you."

  Chen Qi looked like he didn't have a single trick up his sleeve, speaking directly and straightforwardly, just like an innocent child who was not familiar with the ways of the world. Could someone like this actually be the murderer of Zeng Yingjie, Qiu Shui, Zhou Guangming, and Wan Lihai?

  "Fang Yuan calmed herself, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to get straight to the point: 'Chen Qi, can you tell me why you wanted to murder Zeng Yingjie, Qiu Shui, Zhou Guangming, and Wan Lihai?'"

  "Murder?" Chen Qi furrowed his brow. "I've been sleeping for a long time, just woke up. The people you're talking about, I don't know any of them, let alone go murder them."

  Fang Wan let out a long sigh: "Then why did Chen Feng say you're extremely ruthless?"

  "Extremely cruel?" Chen Qi's face showed a pained expression, "I didn't expect that such a coward like him would actually evaluate his own brother in this way."

  "Then - why did he say you're extremely cruel?"

  "There is only one reason, he wants me to die!" Chen Qi's face was filled with even more anguish. "If I die, I won't bother him again, and I won't borrow his body anymore. But who knows my suffering? From the moment I was born, I had no parents, no relatives, no friends, not even a body! All I could do was quietly wake up when he was tired and use his body to wander in this world. Even so, I was seen as a mentally ill patient, discriminated against, bound, beaten... My life in this world is so miserable, more lonely than an orphan. Who can understand me, care about me, love me? No one, not a single person!"

  Seeing Chen Qi in such agony, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him. Indeed, in this world, Chen Qi was just a lonely passerby, everyone looked at him with colored glasses, everyone kept their distance from him, and everyone feared him. The reason was simple: he was an outcast, an outcast without a body but with an independent personality.

  "Where is your mother?" Fang Yuan still had a hint of fantasy.

  "Her?" Chen Qi said with hatred, "She only cared about having an affair with another man and didn't have time to take care of me. When I was six years old, I told my father what happened. As a result, she was severely beaten by my father. From then on, she never treated me well again. Other children had candies to eat and toys to play with, but I had nothing. My father was busy with work and often came back very late. She would punish me by locking me in the black closet for a whole day."

  "One day, she went out and didn't come back for three whole days. And I was locked in the black baseball cabinet for three whole days, without a sip of water or a bite of food, almost starving to death!"

  Chen Qi's eyes revealed a fearful gaze. No wonder, for him, it was a day he did not want to recall, when he was just a five or six-year-old child, trapped in that airtight cabinet for tens of hours, suffering from hunger, thirst, loneliness, and suffocation, how could a child like him bear it?

  A person's spiritual growth is a very complex process, but the most important moment is not in adolescence, but in the early enlightenment of childhood. Chen Qi's life was already miserable enough, and he also had such a mother, which made people sigh endlessly.

  Unconsciously, Chen Qi gradually got closer to Fang Yuan.

  "Do you know that my mother is as beautiful as you are?" Chen Qi started laughing, still shining brightly like the sun.

  Am I like Chen Qi's mother? Fang Yuan seemed to realize something, like a startled little deer, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to retreat.

  But it's too late.

  Her kindness and sympathy made her too lax, so that Chen Qi easily approached her. By the time she sensed the danger, Chen Qi had already started his hunt.

  A strong arm wrapped around Fang Yuan's neck.

  The sound of Chen Feng's sneer came from beside her ear: "Fang Yuan, I forgot to tell you that when I was 15 years old, while my mother was fast asleep, I suffocated her to death just like this. At the time, she looked at me with wide eyes, struggling desperately, unable to believe it. I loved looking at her expression then - pleading, helpless, fearful, panicked... Do you know? The happiest moment of my life is seeing that kind of look."

  Fang Yuan's breathing became more and more difficult. Dizzy and weak, her limbs were numb due to lack of oxygen, her face was swollen red, and she seemed to be about to "fall asleep".

  Suddenly, Chen Feng let out a loud cry, his arm no longer strangling Fang Yuan's neck, but frantically scratching at something on his own face.

  On his forehead, a small golden arrow was inserted, almost piercing through his skull.

  Chen Qi's vitality was indeed tenacious, he forcibly pulled out the golden arrow, stumbled forward a few steps, then stopped, swayed a few times, spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell to the ground.

  Before his death, he looked up at the sun and sighed softly: "It's really lonely!"