【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 423 [Empire] Nightingale Philosophy

I opened my mouth, as if about to say something, but the words froze in my throat. I looked at Nightingale, who remained calm and indifferent, as if accustomed to this silence. I was at a loss, my thoughts swirling like a tide, but I couldn't find a word.

Nightingale seemed to notice my pause. He raised his eyes slightly, glanced at me, and a vague smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What? What do you want to say? Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't say it?"

I shook my head slightly and forced a smile, but I found myself unable to meet his gaze. Those eyes, always so deep, seemed to see through all hypocrisy and concealment. I tried to find some answers in them, but they were still filled with confusion and distance, as always.

"Nothing," I whispered, my head bowed. My heartbeat quickened involuntarily. I took another sip of wine, which left a warm aftertaste in my throat, but it didn't make me feel any easier.

Nightingale didn't press the issue. He simply stared at me quietly, as if awaiting my next move. I could sense his calm aura, like the calm waves on the ocean, subtly engulfing everything. I remembered what he once said—"You're still young. There's no need to rush to understand many things."

"You know what?" I finally said, my voice low. "Sometimes, I really feel like a rootless object, drifting in the wind, unsure of my own direction."

Nightingale's eyes changed slightly. He didn't answer directly, but said lightly: "Everyone will experience this kind of confusion. As long as you don't give up, you will eventually find your own direction."

I looked at him, feeling that every word he said seemed to have some deeper meaning. His eyes were cold, but it was impossible to ignore the concern hidden in them.

"I don't like this feeling." I continued, my voice choking. "Always walking on the track set by others, doing things I don't fully understand..."

Nightingale was silent for a moment. Finally, he whispered, "But sometimes, forcing yourself to do something you don't like can help you see what you want more clearly."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just sat there quietly, continuing to drink my wine, but my heart was filled with ripples. On the one hand, I longed for freedom and the right to choose, but on the other hand, I was worried about losing myself on this road.

Nightingale glanced at me, as if seeing through my struggle, and whispered, "Don't think too much. The future path cannot be seen clearly today."

I stood up, walked to the window, and opened it to let the cool air in. The cold air rushed in instantly, stinging my face and making my eyes ache. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze seem to dispel some of the heaviness in my heart.

The wind blew in from the window, bringing with it some of the biting coldness unique to winter, and took away some of the restlessness.

Standing in the wind, my thoughts gradually calmed. Perhaps I shouldn't dwell too much on these tangled emotions, shouldn't let them hold me back. The nightingale was right; the path ahead isn't always clear from the start. All I can do is take one step at a time, meeting those unknown challenges and opportunities.

But why did I still feel so uneasy? Every step seemed to be invisibly guided by someone else, like an invisible thread pulling me in a destined direction. I suddenly felt a little scared, afraid of losing myself, afraid of having my future trajectory dictated by others, as if I were just a pawn on a chessboard.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

The wind made my cheeks red, but it also sobered me up a bit. Gradually, my head felt less heavy, and the turmoil in my heart seemed to calm down a bit.

I turned around and looked at Nightingale in the window. He stood there, still calm, as if he had anticipated my confusion and struggle from the beginning. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. That man always gave me some seemingly simple but profound words when I was most confused.

Give me his nightingale philosophy, which always has a religious and daddy flavor.

"You're right," I said to myself.

Then, I turned and walked back to my room, intending to sort out my thoughts. Nightingale looked at me, said nothing more, just nodded slightly, as if she had understood the fluctuations in my heart.