He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 235 - 235 228 Xie Shang Died from Jealousy the Connection

Chapter 235: 228: Xie Shang Died from Jealousy, the Connection between Jiang Chengxue and Changling (Second Update) Chapter 235: 228: Xie Shang Died from Jealousy, the Connection between Jiang Chengxue and Changling (Second Update) A mask fell to the ground, pure white in color, shaped like half of a human face.

“Sorry.”

After apologizing, Wen Changling took advantage of the lack of a crowd to quickly pick up the mask. Only then did she raise her head to see a face framed by a black scarf, the skin so pale it resembled that of a vampire who lurked only at night.

There was a simile, not quite appropriate, but Wen Changling thought it very fitting to describe Jiang Chengxue at night—he was like a delicate human skin draped over a skeleton, lacking the sensation of flesh and blood.

“Wen Changling.”

Jiang Chengxue pronounced her name, clear and rounded, mixed with laughter.

Wen Changling still held his mask, thinking about something and forgot to return it. He said something, but the light was too dim and the surroundings too noisy for Wen Changling to hear clearly or read his lips.

Amidst the noise, her voice also unwittingly grew louder, “What did you just say?” The hearing aid picked up too many high-frequency noises, making her ears uncomfortable, causing some ringing.

Jiang Chengxue suddenly leaned in close to her, and she immediately retreated warily, putting some distance between them.

He tapped a companion on the shoulder and pointed to the exit, then gestured to Wen Changling: [It’s too noisy here, let’s go outside.]

He knew sign language.

Wen Changling nodded: “Okay.”

Wen Changling left the noisy place together with Jiang Chengxue.

The highlight of the carnival was the MASK massive music concert, and as the singer had started performing, there were fewer people outside. The circular plaza was flanked by sunken man-made lakes, over which an arched bridge had been built on both sides, with steps leading up and down.

Wen Changling still wore her mask. She took it off and returned Jiang Chengxue’s mask to him. Their masks might have been purchased from the same stall.

“Don’t you need to check on your partner?”

Jiang Chengxue said, “No need.”

She had changed her hairstyle.

Quite pretty, like the blossom of a black rose in a no man’s land.

“Are they your new playmates?” Wen Changling tentatively probed.

“Yeah,” Jiang Chengxue seemed to let his guard down around her, or perhaps he simply didn’t care, “but they’re quite clumsy and not very good at playing the game.”

[Just because people congregate doesn’t mean they are of the same kind. If among a group of people, one is the leader and the rest are clowns, they can still play together. Watching the clowns perform can be quite interesting.]

These were Jiang Chengxue’s own words from before.

Wen Changling walked slowly: “What games do you usually play?”

Jiang Chengxue walked ahead, having already ascended the bridge. He stopped, leaned against the railing, and looked down at Wen Changling on the steps, appearing to love a smile, “Asking so many questions, are you curious about me?”

Wen Changling honestly replied: “Yes, I am very curious about you.”

Curious whether Tong Zheng, Zhou Pang, and the other two had ever been his clown playmates and curious whether he was involved in their games at all.

Standing on the bridge, the high lights stretched his shadow long, and the pure black coat contrasted with his pale skin. From Wen Changling’s perspective, the composition resembled a frame from a comic.

He was the spectral creature in the artwork, his slightly curled hair obscuring his eyes and brows: “Since you’re curious, then come over.”

A passerby accidentally bumped his arm, and the half-faced mask fell to the ground again, sliding down the steps and rolling to Wen Changling’s feet.

She picked up the mask, and in that instant, a familiar image flashed into her mind.

She looked at Jiang Chengxue for a few seconds, then ascended the steps to the bridge and stopped in front of him. Her phone in the bag vibrated, but she ignored it, looking at him once more to confirm her suspicion, then holding the mask up to his face.

“Need me to bend down?”

Without waiting for Wen Changling’s response, Jiang Chengxue tilted his head down of his own accord.

The human-shaped mask aligned with the upper half of his face.

confirmed: “It’s

“You finally recognized

Yuan committed suicide. The “eyewitness” who had accused Ah Na of holding the murder weapon vanished into thin air,

without any attachments, bought a can of gasoline to find those

to

moment, all Wen Changling wanted was destruction,

the point

her head, she was shrouded by an

Chengxue, wearing a mask that covered half of the face. The colorful paint on the mask looked fierce, like an emissary sent by the Grim Reaper, discussing life and death from a superior

too easily would be letting

was then that Wen Changling’s thoughts of

*****

Yihuan, who loved lively scenes, didn’t even enter the venue for his brother’s happiness, waiting with anticipation

“Fourth Brother, this!”

Yihuan still had extra

entered: “Where

her, her, her,

rubbed his frozen hands: “There are too many people, I didn’t

to take, stood in the wind calling Wen Changling. It

a message

sent but

the first time and was somewhat

leaned over, stole a glance, and couldn’t help but blurt out: “Fourth Brother,

Xie Shang: …

Wen is really… driving him

more

two people on the bridge. Wen Changling was holding a mask, placing it on

“It’s you.”

the mask and put it on: “You

burned with jealousy, Wen Changling

she have

be so intimately in the

was about to encourage Xie Shang to find a

Shang ascended the steps of the

“Changling.”

the Connection between Jiang Chengxue and Changling (Second Update) A mask fell

“Sorry.”

of the lack of a crowd to quickly pick up the mask. Only then did she raise her head

to describe Jiang Chengxue at night—he was like a delicate human skin draped over a skeleton, lacking the

“Wen Changling.”

pronounced her name, clear and rounded,

his mask, thinking about something and forgot to return it. He said something, but the light was too dim

grew louder, “What did you just say?” The hearing aid picked

her, and she immediately retreated warily, putting some distance between

exit, then gestured to Wen

He knew sign language.

Wen Changling nodded: “Okay.”

the noisy

outside. The circular plaza was flanked by sunken man-made lakes, over which an

still wore her mask. She took it off and returned Jiang Chengxue’s mask to him. Their masks might have been purchased

to

said, “No

had changed her

a black rose in a no

they your new playmates?” Wen

around her, or perhaps he simply didn’t care,

are of the same kind. If among a group of people, one is the leader and the rest are clowns,

Chengxue’s own

walked slowly: “What games do

the railing, and looked down at Wen Changling on

honestly replied: “Yes, I am very

the other two had ever been his clown playmates and curious whether he was involved in their games at

black coat contrasted with his pale skin. From Wen Changling’s perspective, the composition resembled a

in the artwork, his slightly curled hair obscuring