Chapter 1394 - 1391: What a Qincheng Invincible Beauty

Chapter 1394: Chapter 1391: What a Qincheng Invincible Beauty

What a breathtakingly beautiful face it once was! He doesn’t dare to think about how beautiful she used to be...

He’s afraid that by doing so, his heart will ache even more, aching until it’s numb. He cannot fall; he is her hope, and he will surely restore to her the most beautiful, most dazzling face...

This is all his fault... it is his sins that have led to her destruction...

If time could be reversed, he would rather he had never gotten involved with those venomous women.

But the truth is so cruel and ruthless. Using such a way to punish him.

Qiao Junlie’s deep blue eyes flared with a profound flame. A surge of hatred arose within.

Is it heaven’s jealousy of us? Forcing divinely beautiful things to perish her, destroy me, and annihilate our love?

No—

I will not be defeated by you. I will still possess everything. The master of everything, it’s me, it’s me...

...

After a period. How long, he cannot remember exactly, probably around a month. Even the most unspeakable truth unveils at this moment.

It was then that Qiao Junlie behaved uncharacteristically, regardless of how Xia Tong and others tried to persuade him; he resolutely stayed by her side. However, to avoid unnecessary triggers for her, he only waited at her doorway, silently observing her through the door and windows.

Qiao Muyun stayed by her side, holding her hand tightly, his emerald eyes radiating a resilient and warm light, continuously delivering strength to her.

When the doctor’s fingers tightened on one end of her cheek, layer by layer, the bandages unwrapped, circle after circle of blood-stained bandages peeled away, and the face beneath grew clearer... those waiting by her side and at the door felt their hearts twist.

When it came to the last layer of the gauze, Qiao Muyun couldn’t help but hold her hand tightly. Her hand, after treatment and rest, was fine now, leaving no scars. Only when slightly squeezed did it feel faintly rough.

Her face thus presented itself to their eyes...

"Mirror... where’s the mirror? I want to see myself..." Zi Ruoxi asked in an overly calm voice.

Qiao Muyun held her hand tightly, suddenly wanting to embrace her. But he didn’t do it.

"... Zi Ruoxi..." Qiao Muyun suddenly choked up. No words could come from his throat.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, can you give me the mirror? I need to know my condition." Zi Ruoxi’s voice was as calm as water. Next, her large eyes sparkled with an unnamed radiance, urging, "Quick, quickly give it to me!" She dared not touch her own face, with that tingling, itchy feeling like thousands of ants gnawing at her bones.

Indeed, the truth cannot be concealed forever. She must face it sooner or later.

"Zi Ruoxi, don’t worry, truly don’t be too tense, with Brother Qiao Muyun here for everything, I will always be by your side." With that, Qiao Muyun still felt somewhat anxious. Slowly bringing over the mirror with hesitation, he handed it to her.

The bright reflective surface of the mirror showed the image of a person, reflected onto her face in an instant.

"Ah—" A sharp scream. Then the scream didn’t stop, "Ah—ah—ah—" hysterically howling.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Qiao Junlie rushed forward, wrapping her firmly in his embrace, burying her head against his chest, not allowing anyone to see her face, preventing her tears from falling on his heart...

At the moment, feeling each other’s heartbeat, he thought he could provide her with enough security and full dependence.

However.

Zi Ruoxi pushed him away with effort. Then.

With a "slap~~", a clean and swift slap landed on his face, turning Qiao Junlie’s head to the side.

"Get out—" Roaring with merciless anger. Zi Ruoxi shivered uncontrollably, bit her lip, and uttered each word with trembling and urgency, engraving themselves deep into one’s bones, "You devil, never come near me again—forever and ever disappear in front of me, I never want to see you again—"

Her shivering, using words that had lost control, sharp and scathing, with an absolute intensity of three hundred percent. At this moment, between them, the love that once was dissolved, swept by irrepressible resentment and hatred.

"Zi Ruoxi..." Qiao Muyun, heartbroken, quickly supported her shoulders, clearly feeling her delicate body unable to withstand such a strong blow. Like this, this ruthless torment was too cruel for the once angelic Zi Ruoxi—

Zi Ruoxi was exhausted, collapsing in his arms.

"Woo woo woo... woo woo woo..." Crying in pain, shedding the saddest tears, the fallen "pearls" rolling down hotly, etching a mark on everyone’s heart present, with intermittent words mixed with profound grief, like salt pouring into a wound making it deeper and festering, "Brother Qiao Muyun, why, why is it like this, why—"

"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, relax, relax, it’s not a big deal. Zi Ruoxi, you are the strongest, did you not promise Brother Qiao Muyun? Don’t cry, don’t cry, today’s technology is so advanced, plastic surgery is possible, recovery will be quick. It’s no big deal. Really, it’s no big deal." Qiao Muyun comforted her heart, one sentence at a time. He was usually quiet to outsiders, never saying these words.

Only to Zi Ruoxi. Only by her side, he could be without reservation. Zi Ruoxi was his sunshine. No matter which lonely corner he confined himself in, she could illuminate him... warming and soothing his soul...

Yet now, his sunshine had been mercilessly extinguished. He could no longer be solitary and independent like before; he must be more courageous, thoroughly discard that inferiority and cowardice... At this moment, he even made particular resolutions, determined...

Meanwhile, Qiao Junlie dazed by the blow of the slap felt perplexed, confused, regretful, and heartbroken. Though Zi Ruoxi spoke those ruthless words, ordering him to leave... But he remained stunned, in the same moment of being hit, just standing there motionless, seemingly petrified.

Suddenly.

"That woman is dead. Zi Ruoxi, I avenged you." Qiao Junlie spoke calmly. As though nothing could disturb his emotions, but still, he heard the sobbing cries, how could he endure this... Yet, his tone remained steady, "Zi Ruoxi, I’m sorry. It’s me who made you suffer..."

Having said that, there was a thud~ as he knelt by her bedside. Looking up at her silhouette.

"I’m sorry—" Qiao Junlie said with regret. His blue eyes were bloodshot. His entire handsome face was filled with sincerity.