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At that moment, all the high-ranking officials of the National Army were watching the live broadcast, including Nie Yi, who was also observing the Lu Family, Jian Qinzhi, Ji Yan, Zhang Song, and even Han Ling, who had previously targeted Yun Zhi Yue.
Nie Yi looked at the names popping up in the live chat, and a flicker of light ignited in his desolate gaze as he pressed to connect.
"Hello everyone, I am Yun Zhi Yue. Before I begin speaking, I want to clarify that all my words come from my personal perspective, and I hope my fans can remain rational.
First of all, as a citizen born and raised in this country, I have no right to comment on anything regarding His Excellency the President. The reason I am speaking is that I want to talk about Nie Yi.
For those fans who may know me from earlier on, you should be aware that I was once an artist under Shengshi Entertainment and also an employee of Nie Yi. However, we had known each other long before that.
There is no doubt that Nie Yi is not a good person; in fact, it’s extreme enough to make one wonder why such a person exists in this world. I have been a victim myself.
With internationally influential superstars personally stepping in to criticize him, the online outrage only grew louder.
But then came Yun Zhi Yue's next statement, which stunned all the netizens; the countless comments on the screen paused for a moment.
Yet this is a man whom I have always been afraid to admit I once liked very much.
Nie Yi laughed heartily in the live stream: “Yun Zhi Yue, I’m so happy to finally hear you say this before dying.”
“Oh wow, you really did it, Yun Zhi Yue!”
Yun Xiaoxiao was already heavily pregnant; she covered her mouth with her hand while leaning on Lu Chuan's shoulder, crying uncontrollably.
She knew that Yun Zhi Yue’s entanglement with Nie Yi had to have its reasons.
Yun Zhi Yue ignored Nie Yi and continued: “My feelings were not because I had a tendency for self-harm; it was because when I first met Nie Yi, he wasn’t the person you see now.
I had never seen Ouyang Yi, the President's only son, in his glorious state; when we first met, he was merely a target being brutally beaten and humiliated for getting his rich clothes dirty.
Out of pity and curiosity, I chose to approach him and understand him better. When I learned that his mother had passed away and his father had abandoned him, I reached out my hand to help him.
Perhaps because my own mother had passed away at birth and I had never known parental love, becoming an orphan made me empathize with him deeply. I felt that Nie Yi should not be despondent; he could live better than this.
At that time, I didn’t know his identity. We lived together for a while; he spoke very little and spent most of his time in silence. He needed me to literally shove food into his mouth during meals. Back then, I thought he was probably just a living corpse.
What I wanted was to let him bask in the sun and water him—at least bring him back to life. Eventually, he did come back to life but then quickly dragged me into a quagmire.
He transformed from allowing others to torment him into tormenting others as a way to vent his own pain. I understood but could not accept it.
Watching my mother die before my eyes and being injected with an incurable toxin—all of this stemmed from my father’s abandonment. For anyone, this would be an unbearable blow.”
Due to his father's unique identity, most people see it as a matter of righteousness and honor. However, for Nie Yi, it feels like thorns piercing through his heart.
To everyone listening to me, if you can put yourselves in Nie Yi's shoes, you would understand the emotions he is experiencing during this live broadcast. He has done many wrongs and will soon face the consequences, but at this moment, I want to say that if I were Nie Yi, I would never forgive either.
Perhaps my thinking is narrow-minded, but I always feel that responsibility comes second to those closest to us. If one truly chooses to bear the burden of the former, then please distance yourself from anyone; only then can tragedies be avoided.
Historically, rulers have referred to themselves as "Lonely Person." Doesn't this already highlight the solitude that lies behind power?
As for Nie Yi, that's all I have to say. His intentions are clear, and my stance is equally evident.
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