The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Whether I live or die is for you to decide now
Of course, the villa also has a rooftop.

And the rooftop of such a building is not like the usual terraces, hardly used for drying clothes.

Ascending the spiral staircase, the door to the rooftop is even a glass sliding door.

Actually, Sam didn’t understand why the girl wanted to come to the rooftop, but as long as he knew she was Angel, all of it seemed to make sense.

The vast rooftop was not only planted with some flowers and plants, but the tiles on the ground were also quite clean. Even near the center, there was a sizable swimming pool, with water that appeared exceptionally clear.

However, Sam felt no impulse to dive in for a swim.

“How does it feel?”

Under the rooftop lights, Angel, who appeared like a noble princess, asked softly.

She hadn’t drunk much, her face bearing an icy indifference.

Her smooth hair fluttered with her steps, undulating like a solitary waterfall.

Just this scene alone seemed enchanting enough to captivate anyone.

“What do you mean?” Sam quickly diverted his gaze.

Angel walked around the pool bathed in moonlight, stopping at the edge of the railing.

One could see the moon hanging high in the sky, but as Sam had said, it was hard to see clear stars in the city center.

Like the hearts of most people, no longer observable.

Angel glanced at Sam.

“This party, these people, what do you think of them?”

Why ask this? But Sam didn’t answer the question directly, instead, after a moment of thought, he responded.

“They’re okay, I guess. Even though they’re all wealthy, what they talk about has nothing to do with me. It’s just not my world.”

That was indeed the truth.

At this moment, Angel smiled a little.

“You think this isn’t your world?”

“Of course. I don’t have anything in common with what they talk about – stocks, companies, luxury cars, yachts. I don’t understand any of it, nor do I have an interest.”

Boys Sam’s age should be leading ordinary lives.

Wearing white shirts, riding bicycles through clean, deserted streets.

Or sweating through a game of basketball, a match of football, then high-fiving teammates under the scorching sun and gulping down a coke.

That’s his world, simple and unremarkable, yet not without its charms.

At that moment, Angel reached out, her palm firmly pressing against Sam’s, which rested on the railing, drawing closer to him.

Her captivating fragrance enveloped him instantly, familiar and ever so intoxicating.

Her gaze was direct and serious, almost to the point where Sam found it impossible to look away.

“But I can easily integrate you into this world, this so-called circle.”

Sam didn’t withdraw his hand, instead, he turned to look at her.

“By always being by your side?”

Angel smiled, seemingly appreciating Sam’s pragmatism at the moment.

“Of course, always by my side, only by my side. You’ll see, there’s nothing frightening or complex about this circle. With your ability to learn, you should quickly find your way. Even if you don’t, it doesn’t matter. I am your ticket to move freely without hindrance, your absolute pass.”

She was confident.

But from her words, Sam seemed to sense that she was prepared to sacrifice a lot for all this.

He turned his head away, a gesture that seemed to be a prelude to disappointing the girl once again.

“It sounds wonderful, but I know myself well enough to know that it’s not the life I would enjoy. So, I’ll have to pass.”

This didn’t seem to surprise Angel.

She scoffed disdainfully.

“What kind of life do you like? Working hard in the future, thinking that a certain ability will smooth your path in life? The world has never worked like that. Wherever you go, you’ll find that connections and personal capital are more important.

As time goes on, you’ll only feel more strongly that your life is merely mediocre, even the glory of your youth consumed, leaving you just an ordinary person, a commoner without any distinctive features.”

Towards the end, her gaze grew sharper, as if revealing her true self at that moment.

With her tone and look, she aimed to pierce Sam’s heart, shattering all his illusions.

“By then, yearning for so-called material things, things that you could easily have now, will be meaningless. Anyway, no matter how you think about it, aren’t these the things you’ll end up wanting after all your efforts? Or do you think that what you’ve earned through your so-called effort will be more reliable, less easily lost?”

Sam’s gaze towards the distant night sky remained steady; he seemed to hear the fervent conversations of people several floors below.

They were dressed in fine clothes, engaging in high-spirited discussions, clinking glasses with one another.

But to Sam, those were unreal, never belonging to him, nor related to him.

“I can admit you have a point, but if it’s not what I like, then it’s pointless. You can consider this the naive stubbornness of an 18-year-old man, or you can think of it as my obstinacy in insisting on what I know despite understanding all these truths. But the thing is… I just don’t want those things.”

“Why?”

Angel watched Sam’s handsome face in the wind.

No one had ever rejected her so many times, not even when she was willing to go to such lengths, yet still faced such persistence.

The most frustrating part for Angel was that she couldn’t see any pretense in Sam’s expression. His eyes were profound, impenetrable to her.

She couldn’t fathom what he truly desired at this moment.

Sam simply offered a straightforward response.

“Human ambition is a thing easily inflated. If you talked to me solely about love, under your simple charm, perhaps there would come a day when I would succumb. But if you insist on mixing in other elements, it just becomes burdensome for me. The more I obtain now, the more I will want in the future. What kind of person would I become then? Consumed by greed? Only seeing value in money, or solely driven by profit? In any case, it wouldn’t be the me I am now.”

Sam turned around, smiling at Angel as he slowly withdrew his hand from hers.

No matter how tightly she gripped, even if her nails dug into the back of his hand, leaving clear, bloodied marks as he pulled away, he didn’t care about Angel’s gaze.

He simply looked up at the bright moon.

Welcoming the evening breeze that blew against his face, carrying the last breath of summer and heralding the arrival of autumn.

“I don’t need a life where I can see the end from the beginning. Nor am I afraid of the hardships of an ordinary future.”

“I want to live in my youth.”

“I want to live in my young adulthood.”

“I want to live in my middle age, and in my old age, too, I want to be alive.”

He looked at Angel’s clearly puzzled gaze and chuckled at himself.

“It might be a ridiculous fantasy, but what I want is to thoroughly feel that in each era of my life, I’m truly alive in this world, not a slave to anyone or anything. In this lifetime, on this earth, I want to live for myself, for my life.

Even if, as you say, my life eventually loses all its brilliance, smoothed over by reality and time, even if I become just a speck of dust in this world, at least I lived truly. I can say with a clear conscience that I was here, I was a fighter.”

How would Angel feel about Sam’s lengthy speech?

She might only find it laughable, even curling her lip in disdain.

“Do you not find such talk childish?”

Sam nodded.

“Yeah, I’m aware, but at this age, I’m supposed to be naive. At least I’m playing my own role, not one from a script you’ve handed me. Right?”

Angel looked at the villa, stretching five stories high.

Looking down, the height seemed daunting, like a chasm capable of inflicting severe injuries.

She raised her head to look at Sam.

“It seems you really do despise all this…”

“I told you so from the start.”

“What if I insist you agree?”

Angel’s gaze became alarming, at least it was enough to breed a very bad feeling.

The moment Sam looked at her, a handgun was pointed at him.

The black handgun radiated danger.

Sam didn’t speak, nor did he panic; in fact, the look she gave him a moment ago had already made him apprehensive.

Watching Sam in front of her, Angel’s hair fluttered in the night breeze.

Her smile grew increasingly crazed, yandere, with a provocative look at Sam.

“What if you were forced to make a choice?”

Sam watched her quietly, then finally reacted.

Not by snatching the gun from her hand with lightning speed.

Instead, under Angel’s dangerous gaze, he walked straight to the railing.

With ease, under Angel’s somewhat puzzled look, he climbed onto the rooftop railing and stood on it.

The narrow space seemed as if a slightly stronger wind could blow Sam off.

His T-shirt danced in the wild wind.

“If you really want to kill me, shooting would be so messy to deal with afterward. How about this instead? Wouldn’t it be better to say I accidentally fell from the building?”

Angel couldn’t help but flush with anger.

“Sam, do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?! My principle since childhood has been that if I can’t have something, I won’t let anyone else have it either, whether it’s a toy or a person like you. Do you really think I couldn’t bring myself to kill you?!”

Sam spread his arms wide, reminiscent of the iconic scene from Titanic, only the atmosphere this time was far from romantic.

It was as if he were dancing on Angel’s sensitive nerves.

Walking on the blade’s edge.

Moving along a wire as thin as a hair.

The higher his adrenaline surged, the more intense his heartbeat, the brighter and more serene his smile became.

“So, what are you waiting for? I’ve given you all my answers. If you can’t accept them, then do what you want to do. You just need to come over here and give me a push, and I’ll fall. You won’t need to exert much effort, and don’t worry about me dragging you down with me. Whether I live or die is for you to decide now.”

Looking at Sam, who seemed fearless, almost exuding a strange confidence,

Angel bit her lip.

Her emotions surged beyond any previous encounter.

It was a mix of dissatisfaction and rage towards Sam, feeling an almost overwhelming impulse to push him off.

Why not just destroy him?

Why not deal with this disobedient toy in such a manner?

Hasn’t she always been like this?

No need to feel guilty, especially considering her family’s power, she needn’t worry about the consequences.

So, why not push him off? Just destroy everything!

Her gaze darkened, as if filled entirely by the black of her pupils.

“Sam… you’re asking for it!”

She stepped forward, reaching out towards him.

Sam looked at her, maintaining a smile, as if embodying the last dignified moment of an artist before death.

“Die!”

Sam closed his eyes upon hearing this exclamation.

Then.

When Sam opened his eyes, he saw Angel pulling him back onto the rooftop floor, instead of pushing him off.

He saw her flushed face, her angry eyes, and couldn’t help but smile.

As if everything had unfolded exactly as he anticipated.

And Angel, of course, knew what she had done. It wasn’t a mistake, but a choice she had made.

A choice she despised more at this moment than Sam beside her.

This version of herself felt utterly alien.

“Are you insane?!” Angel exclaimed loudly.

Sam smiled back at Angel.

“You’re insane anyway, I just had to be crazier than you for you to seem a bit more normal.”

This statement left Angel slightly stunned.

Then she cupped Sam’s face in her hands.

Lifted his head.

“Umm…!!”

Like their usual intense kisses, but unlike the previous craziness, this kiss was brief.

Angel then released Sam and looked into his eyes.

“Let’s go.”

She suddenly seemed very eager.

Sam was taken aback.

“Where to this time…”

Angel’s answer was straightforward.

“Home.”