The End Times as a Song

Chapter 549 Catharsis

With heavy steps, Lin Moshi pushed open the door and stepped into the familiar yet cold room.

In that instant, his mind was like a raging storm suddenly unleashed by an extremely violent hurricane, surging and turbulent, with no way to calm it down.

Especially Lin Yin's cold and heartless words, "You two are not suitable," echoed in his ears like a vicious curse, lingering for a long time.

Those few simple words, each one like an extremely sharp and cold dagger, mercilessly pierced deep into his heart, bringing waves of excruciating pain.

He stood there blankly, like a lifeless sculpture.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, devoid of any of their former vibrancy, as if his soul had completely left his body.

Finally, Lin Moshi dragged her legs, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and moved very slowly and laboriously to the bedside.

Then, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant, he slumped limply and lifelessly onto the edge of the bed.

Then, he stretched out his slightly trembling hands, hugged his head tightly, and buried his face, filled with pain and despair, deep in his arms.

At this moment, he seemed to be doing everything he could to escape the cruel and unacceptable reality before him.

No matter how much hardship and sweat he endured, that one sentence clung to him like a persistent ailment, echoing in his ears and impossible to shake off.

Endless pain surged towards him like a raging tide, engulfing him in an instant.

This pain seemed to possess boundless power, easily breaking through his inner defenses and overwhelming all thoughts in his mind and all the emotions in his heart.

His face was flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, filled with anger and resentment.

He suddenly grabbed a vase from beside him and smashed it to the ground with all his might! A loud "bang" echoed as the vase shattered into pieces, shards flying everywhere. However, this did not calm his emotions in the slightest; instead, it seemed to ignite a powder keg deep within him, making it uncontrollable.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed a chair and threw it far away without hesitation. The chair flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily against the wall with a dull thud.

With each item that was smashed or damaged, he felt his mind gradually being freed, and the pent-up negative emotions surged forth like a tidal wave.

He was smashing things wildly while muttering, "Why do you say I'm not suitable? Does that half-demon named Lin Yin think he's suitable?" His voice grew louder and louder until it turned into a roar.

His chest heaved violently, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction and resentment through this roar.

The room was in complete disarray, with broken objects scattered all over the floor, but he was oblivious to it, still lost in his rage.

"No! Neither of you is suitable! There is an insurmountable chasm between humans and gods; it's impossible for them to come together! The same goes for demons and humans!"

"Hmph! You're nothing but a mere demon, what right do you have to point fingers at and criticize me, a noble member of the divine race!"

After venting his anger, he squatted down helplessly in the corner by the bed.

Huan Ruge's every smile and frown replayed repeatedly in his mind.