Xing Tuo’s voice was like thousand-year-old ice. He didn’t believe her. His deep phoenix eyes reflected her pale, calm face. If everything was as simple as she said, why did the silhouette that haunted his dreams cause such bone-deep pain? Why, after ten years, did his feelings for her remain so intense? What had he forgotten? Waves of tearing pain attacked his head…
“It’s true,” she said softly.
The sudden headache invaded every nerve. The pale, calm face before him blurred and then slowly clarified. He painfully closed his eyes, trying to stay conscious.
“Why did we break up?” he asked, fighting the dizziness and pain.
“Because…” she gazed at him, her eyes distant and blank: “Because being with you was too painful. I couldn’t continue. I didn’t want to suffer anymore…”
Whether ten years ago or now, even if she didn’t want to let go, she had to.
She remembered a quote she’d read somewhere: Some love stories have a visible ending – red carpets, white wedding dresses, eternal vows. Some love stories have no exit, only endless darkness and pain. And their ending, she seemed to have already seen – no eternity, only boundless darkness and suffering. She felt desolate. After so many years, when he stood before her again, an insurmountable distance remained between them, even more remote and uncrossable than the decade that had passed.
Chapter 77: Brother’s Lover
Tears silently slid down her cheeks, then disappeared into the wind.
Ten years ago… what exactly happened?” Xing Tuo gazed at her, his deep phoenix eyes filled with pain.
“I’ve forgotten!” She covered her stomach, pain spreading gradually throughout her body, droplets of sweat sliding down her cheeks, unable to distinguish between sweat and tears: “You had the chance to forget, why didn’t you cherish it? Forget it, it’s all in the past! Don’t ask, don’t mention it! You have no idea how hard this is for me! Let go and let me go!”
A strong sense of dizziness and intense pain swept over him wave after wave, her cold words cutting into his heart, drawing blood with each slice. He finally couldn’t withstand it, and in the moment he collapsed, his hand still gripped her tightly, as if he had never let go.
“Xing Tuo…
