Chapter 1393 - 1390: No Matter What Is Said, It’s Still Unwillingness

Chapter 1393: Chapter 1390: No Matter What Is Said, It’s Still Unwillingness

The light in Qiao Junlie’s eyes twisted into illusions, becoming increasingly obscure, causing a sudden pain in his heart, unable to accept any explanation.

"It’s me, Qiao Junlie! Zi Ruoxi! There’s no need to be afraid, I’ll help you regain your beauty. Trust me..." He spoke with deep affection, hoping she would see him clearly once more.

Yes, she must be confused, she must have mistaken someone else. She loves him, how could she say such things... how could she...

Yet, Zi Ruoxi’s reaction was still beyond Qiao Junlie’s expectations. She stared at him with wide eyes, as if she wanted to devour him. If she could move, if she could raise her hand, he would have already been slapped several times.

"Get out..." Still just one word. Ruthless. Resolute. Said with some difficulty.

"No, why..." Qiao Junlie felt his heart twisted with pain, asking. Then, helplessness transformed into heartache and compassion, under her steady gaze, his eyes defeated and shattered, for the first time he put aside his dignity, abandoning his pride, pleading humbly, "I’m sorry, if you’re angry, throwing a tantrum, I can agree with you, just... don’t make me leave, don’t make me go away, please?"

"Get out..." Still the same word, forever unchanged. Piercing into the other’s heart. In the end, she shockingly still managed to remain calm. It was a performance beyond a normal person.

"Zi Ruoxi..." Qiao Junlie still wanted to say something, but found himself speechless, always eloquent, yet at this moment, at a loss for words.

Facing this kind of stubbornness, Zi Ruoxi simply closed her eyes, ignoring him.

On the side, Qiao Muyun’s thin face was stern, already fed up with the sight.

"Qiao Junlie, you should leave now, can’t you see? She doesn’t wish to see you, you should go. Her condition has just stabilized, don’t agitate her further. If anything happens, I’ll inform you," Qiao Muyun stated calmly. Then, he walked to Qiao Junlie’s side, grabbed his arm.

Qiao Junlie stood up, his face hidden under confusion and heartache. Maybe it’s just a temporary mood, it’ll get better after a while.

"Take good care of her for me," Qiao Junlie said, patting Qiao Muyun’s shoulder, reluctantly taking one last glance at her, she still kept her eyes shut, refusing to communicate with him. A soft sigh escaped from within Qiao Junlie’s heart, seeming to carry both sorrow and bewilderment... he wished to do more for her, to spend more time with her, but she had already pushed him away, as if true love and resonance would never be attainable again.

After sending Qiao Junlie away, Qiao Muyun returned to Zi Ruoxi’s side. Quietly and silently back in the ward, he clearly saw the light reflecting in her eyes, tears she fiercely held back, refusing to let them fall, so stubbornly enduring.

"Zi Ruoxi, he’s gone," Qiao Muyun said gently, looking at her with compassion, softly adding, "If you want to cry, let it out, it’s no big deal. Think of it as detoxing!"

Easy to say, yet it sounds overwhelmingly heart-wrenching.

"...Thank you!" The two words of gratitude came with difficulty. Only such simple words could be spoken. But, her gaze towards him became soft and deep.

There, Qiao Muyun smiled warmly. He reached out to touch her hair. Her hair was shorter than before, a result of the surgery treatment. However, the hair will grow back, the face will heal, everything will be restored. From this moment on, Qiao Muyun resolved in his heart, no matter the cost, he would help her recover, to let her past overwhelming beauty bloom forever on her face.

"Silly, being so polite with me," Qiao Muyun said tenderly, his handsome face with sharply defined jaws radiating an unspoken masculine presence. He spoke earnestly and slowly, "In the future, you don’t need to worry about anything. You just need to recover well, promise me, don’t overthink, you aren’t a girl who would be bound by surface things and all those messy thoughts."

Then, he took a breath and sincerely uttered, "You know, in my heart, you’ve always been a very strong and brave girl, which has constantly attracted me and is a point of pride for me. As your... your Brother Qiao Muyun, I’m very happy. You once brought joy to those around you, now... let me bring happiness to you, okay?" He paused when saying ’your Brother Qiao Muyun,’ maybe feeling a tad unnatural.

Upon hearing this revelation, these encouraging words arrived timely, more effective than any miraculous elixir.

"Hmm." Zi Ruoxi responded with tears, no further words needed now. Their hearts were already connected.

Qiao Muyun comfortingly stroked her hair. He smiled lightly, radiating a heartache.

"That’s right. No difficulty can trouble my Zi Ruoxi, there’s no obstacle that can’t be overcome, everything will be alright. Believe me. Everything will be alright..." Qiao Muyun slowly uttered with infinite affection.

Zi Ruoxi remained silent, touched deeply by Qiao Muyun’s overly gentle expression and encouragement. She felt he was truly wonderful. Oh, why didn’t she choose him back then? A sense of discord emerged within her heart...

Slowly, she closed her eyes. She remained very tired, extremely tired. Why does her face hurt like it’s burning? What exactly happened to her, why is her body so weak...

Qiao Muyun did not disturb her further, just quietly guarding her. But deep down, he pondered a question. Until now, she still hasn’t realized what truly happened to her.

If he were to tell her directly, could she withstand this blow? Zi Ruoxi, you must be strong!

......

A few days later, her condition gradually improved. Many times now she didn’t keep her eyes closed, she could even keep them open for a long time, her speech gradually recovering.

During this time, Qiao Junlie set aside a lot of work, but despite not being by her side, he couldn’t focus on work. Almost everything was managed by Uncle Ye and Xia Tong. He still sat in his office every day, yet couldn’t process a single word. He dared not return to Caesar Courtyard, fearing that going back would drown him in sadness. Sleepless nights ensued.

Days passed, and he ate and slept in his office. He lost the mood to take care of himself. Over time, his originally handsome face became covered in exhaustion and an indescribable weariness.

She wouldn’t let him get close, refused to communicate with him, not even wanting to glance at him because it made her uncomfortable. Yet, during the deep night, he couldn’t help but sneak over to see her, watching her sleep, her steady breathing, seeing everything was stable, only then was he relieved. But every time he saw her face still wrapped in heavy layers, his heart tightened intensely.