The Night of Compassion

Xin Long sat on his bed, one leg casually draped over the edge, waiting. He had bathed and freshened up in his room, yet his eyes kept drifting toward the door.

He wasn't waiting for Wei Wei out of longing—he knew that much.

No, he was waiting because it was time to use her.

As he hacked apart the corpse and tossed the pieces to the dogs, a strange sensation prickled at the back of his neck. Someone was watching him. Instinctively, he spun around—only to spot Wei Wei standing in the doorway of the building, observing him.

He smirked slightly before turning back to his task.

Xin Long knew it. She had already fallen into his web. The seductress, Wei Wei, was trapped in her own spell.

But he also knew he had to play along—to act like a man ensnared by her charms.

She was a useful tool. Through her, he would eliminate Bai Luo.

That man's heart—his resolve—was something that had to be carved out carefully.

As he planned his next move, a memory surfaced—his father's furious outburst. A mistake he had once made. He had run to his mother, seeking comfort, and in that moment, she had spoken to him in a quiet yet unwavering voice:

"Son, you came to me because you trust me. And because I love you, I won't repeat your words to your father. But in the outside world, words don't just disappear. They travel, one whisper at a time. Even walls have ears. Learn to use them."

He could still remember the way she had patiently explained it afterward—the importance of those silent ears lurking in the shadows.

And now, as that lesson resurfaced in his mind, so did something else—the terrible fate that had befallen his mother.

A scene he could never forget. A nightmare that haunted him.

Xin Long clenched his jaw tightly.

His mother's words—they were what he needed now.

Lost in thought, he suddenly felt dampness on his face. He blinked, startled. A few stray tears had slipped down his cheek.

Was he crying?

Was he really crying?

Just as the realization hit him, a whisper escaped his lips, so soft it was barely audible.

"Mother…"

"Creak…"

At that moment, Wei Wei stepped into the small room where Xin Long had taken refuge. She was stunned to see his tear-filled eyes.

She had never seen him cry before—not since he arrived. Unlike some children, he had never once sobbed. After all, he had grown into a young man right under her watchful eyes. But now, what she saw were damp eyes that looked as though he had been crying.

Why was Xin Long crying?

As she pondered this, Xin Long wiped his eyes and turned toward her.

"Big sis Wei… I thought you weren't coming anymore. That's why I was feeling down and ended up like this," he admitted.

His voice, though steady, carried a quiet vulnerability. Hearing his words, Wei Wei felt something stir within her. So, Xin Long had thought she wouldn't return—and that had made him sad?

The idea that he believed she had abandoned him sent a rush of satisfaction through her.

Xin Long was someone who longed for her affection. He was someone captivated by her beauty. Yes, he was completely drawn to her. That thought alone filled her with an unexplainable sense of fulfillment. Smiling, she rushed toward him and slipped into his embrace without hesitation.

Dressed in a crimson silk robe, Xin Long stood still, his dark hair neatly tied in a loose bun. As Wei Wei nestled into his chest, he lowered his head and smiled gently.

"I was waiting for you, Big sis Wei," he murmured.

At that moment, she responded with a bright, teasing laugh.

"Oh my, my handsome little one, are you trying to wrap me around your finger with those sweet words?"

Her playful remark carried a sense of amusement, but deep down, she convinced herself that his tears had been nothing more than the result of recalling memories of his mother.

With that belief settled in her mind, Xin Long concluded that the time had come to put his plan into action.

"Big sis Wei… will I have to keep waiting like this every time? Do I always have to anxiously hope you'll come? I waited so long that I ended up crying… The trial is over, and even if I wanted to step outside into the real world for work, I'm still too young for that... I have to build my own success first—only then will you willingly come to me… But I want to succeed faster... Otherwise, how will I get to see you like this?"

His eyes, seemingly filled with sorrow, fixated on her as he paused mid-sentence.

He paused for a moment before gently embracing Wei Wei. Then, he carefully laid her down on the bed. Looking at her face, he noticed not only a trace of tenderness but also a shy, blushing expression filled with nervous anticipation.

It was the expression he wanted to see—the look he had been longing for. He could tell that she was deeply immersed in his words, her thoughts lost in them. Just then, a soft voice came from Wei Wei, saying exactly what he had been hoping for.

"I always want to see you like this, my dear Long."

He heard her quiet words and smiled with satisfaction. Without hesitation, he leaned closer, pressing his body against hers while gently untying her hair, which had been wrapped into a neat bun. As her silky strands cascaded down, he lovingly ran his fingers through them. Then, as if drawn by an irresistible force, he rested his forehead against hers and continued speaking.

"I only want to see you on days like this—when we achieve victory." He paused. "Because I cherish you. You're not someone to be seen on ordinary days. You deserve only the best moments."

"That's why I want to succeed every day. But my skills are nothing compared to Bai Luo's, let alone the Grandmaster's. Can I really bring success?" He exhaled. "It worries me... and it's all because of you, Weiwei. I'm afraid that one day, I won't be able to see you like this again."

He paused and slowly pulled away from her, a hint of disappointment in his expression. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he crossed his arms over his knees, lost in thought.

He knew. He knew that the moment he moved away, Weiwei would sit up as well, rest her head on his shoulder, and say something to comfort him. He also knew that there were some things he shouldn't talk too much about. If he went any further, Weiwei might stop believing him. And, of course, he was well aware that his words would somehow make their way back to the Grandmaster, Murong Jing.

After all, Weiwei was merely a wall between him and the Grandmaster—nothing more.

As Weiwei finished speaking, she was met with Xin Long's radiant smile before he pulled her back into his embrace. His arms wrapped around her once more, holding her close before gently laying her back down.

She knew what he was about to do.

It was something she had longed for, something she had been waiting for. Her heart pounded violently in anticipation. As she lay beneath him, she could see the tender warmth in his eyes—eyes filled with both affection and desire.

Then, with the slightest movement of his right hand, her outer robe slipped away, leaving only the thin layer beneath. Instinctively, her eyes fluttered shut.

His touch was gentle yet commanding, his left hand tracing its way over her delicate form, while his right explored the curves of her golden-hued skin. A familiar sensation washed over her, drawing her mind back to the night they had first become one.

With every lingering caress, with every whispered breath, she felt herself surrendering once again—her heart lost in the rhythm of his embrace. In that moment, she knew… she had fallen once more, completely and utterly, beneath the strength of his presence.

This night would forever be etched in her memory.

A night she would never forget.

And a night when, once again, she found herself on her knees before him.

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