Chapter 1415 - 1412: Want to Share What’s on Your Mind?

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1412: Want to Share What’s on Your Mind?

Thinking of this, his dark green eyes deepened, becoming pensive. He took the item from Zi Ruoxi’s hand and slowly spoke, "Come on, Zi Ruoxi, sit here and tell me what’s on your mind?"

Zi Ruoxi smiled elegantly, softly seated herself on the sofa, and let out a gentle sigh.

"What’s really wrong with you, why can’t you understand, you and...," Qiao Muyun stopped mid-sentence, feeling that it might be inappropriate, quickly switching, "You and Qiao Junlie, how did your conversation this morning go? Have you forgiven him? Regardless, Zi Ruoxi, I want to know your true thoughts."

"You call him brother...haha...It happened so fast...I should really congratulate you." Zi Ruoxi said, her tone somewhat bitter.

Qiao Muyun could hear the hidden meaning in her words, frowning slightly.

"Zi Ruoxi, don’t be like this." Qiao Muyun corrected her, adjusting her posture to face him directly. With eyes fixed on her as though trying to see through her, he spoke seriously, "You know the relationship between me and Qiao Junlie. You’ve been with us since childhood, no one understands us better than you do. Zi Ruoxi, I hope..."

At this point, Qiao Muyun paused, concealing his innermost feelings. His dark green eyes gazed at her earnestly, desperately hopeful, carefully choosing his words, "I sincerely hope that...you, Zi Ruoxi, can become my sister-in-law, that you and Brother Qiao Junlie can be happy! Zi Ruoxi...Zi Ruoxi, do you understand? Do you truly comprehend my thoughts? If you do, if you’re willing, just nod."

After these words, Zi Ruoxi’s eyes surprisingly brightened, filled with mist, brimming with tears. And then, she shook her head.

Suddenly.

"Why?" Qiao Muyun asked with some anger, unable to hide his disappointment. Her attitude implied that their conversation reached no conclusion. Qiao Muyun suddenly grasped her arms, gripping them tightly, causing Zi Ruoxi to feel pain.

Zi Ruoxi stubbornly shook her head, with tears sliding down her face.

This time, Qiao Muyun calmed down. Seeing her tears, he steeled his heart, not comfort or pity as he usually would. Intuition told him that things were more complicated than they appeared; there was definitely an issue.

Zi Ruoxi cried without saying a word.

After a while.

"The reason? Give me a reason. Don’t say you don’t love him; your eyes can’t lie." Qiao Muyun spoke calmly. Looking at the woman in front of him, he truly didn’t know how to address her; his brother loved her so much, yet she remained not only stubborn but unreasonably obstinate! He couldn’t understand what was wrong with them.

After a while, as if sadness had buffered itself, Zi Ruoxi calmed down.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, now, do I seem unreasonable and troublesome to you?" Zi Ruoxi asked, her tear-stained eyes still moist. Seeing Qiao Muyun’s gloomy face, she could guess how he perceived her, seeming to murmur both to him and herself, "You all wish for me to marry Qiao Junlie, thinking he’s good, he’s perfect, but have you considered what I need? What I need is simple—just sincere companionship, mutual support—is that so difficult, really difficult, Brother Qiao Muyun, tell me! But he fails even to meet such simple demands, Brother Qiao Muyun, I tell you, he’ll never meet my requirements, so..." At this, she paused and took a breath, "Why should I marry him! I won’t!"

Zi Ruoxi’s words carried rationale in every sentence and tears in every word. Qiao Muyun was momentarily speechless, silent, more silence.

"Your disfigurement is indeed inseparably tied to Qiao Junlie. But..." Qiao Muyun said, looking absentmindedly at her eyes, "To be fair, it’s not entirely his fault. Besides, that woman is already dead. Qiao Junlie knows he was wrong and is desperately trying to make amends. He still loves you. Zi Ruoxi, why can’t you give him another chance? Weren’t you in love before? My brother told me you once promised to love him. Have you forgotten? Was your disfigurement what ruined the love that existed between you two? I can’t comprehend!"

Then his dark green eyes suddenly brightened thoroughly, reflecting the other’s image, seemingly speaking with some alertness, word by word, "If you can’t persuade me, I won’t take you away. I won’t betray my brother Qiao Junlie."

Instantly, Zi Ruoxi’s big eyes dimmed. Silence prevailed for a long time, as the room air solidified. The two previously harmonious people found no common language at this point.

After a while, the room seemed surrounded by an insipid yet suffocating sadness, strangely and contradictorily a diluted yet thick melancholy.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, Qiao Junlie must be difficult for you to let go of, right! You value him highly, deep brotherly affection, but don’t know what he’s done to you." Zi Ruoxi spoke softly, pausing at her words.

Her words clearly carry implicit intent, alluding to much under the surface. Qiao Muyun’s handsome, thin face seemed deeply troubled. This woman in front of him, whom he’d known for nearly ten years, shouldn’t be causing trouble without reason or gossiping indiscriminately.

Qiao Muyun stayed quiet for a moment, then lifted his head to gaze into her eyes, as though trying to delve into her heart.

"Zi Ruoxi, what do you know, what did Qiao Junlie do to make forgiveness impossible? There must be something deep within here, Zi Ruoxi, what unspeakable matter exists here? Tell me." Qiao Muyun spoke frankly, looking at her directly, his feelings now conflicting, intuition alerting him that the story hidden beneath the calm surface will break his heart. No, it wouldn’t be a story; it would be the truth.

Zi Ruoxi looked at him condescendingly, slowly breathing a sigh.

"Brother Qiao Muyun, I know, no matter what he did to you, even if wronged you, you wouldn’t blame or hate him, would you!" Zi Ruoxi silently lamented.

Qiao Muyun’s eyes flickered with unbearable anger. Why did she persistently attempt to sever the bond between them?

"Zi Ruoxi, you know I won’t guess, so why the mystery? If my brother truly did something wrong to me or to you, perhaps ’sorry’ is too mild a term. But regardless of the severity, whether unbearable or unforgivable, as per your words, I’m also involved."