Chapter 134: Could it be that you…

Looking at the flushed corners of Sikong Wangxing’s eyes and the misty tears welling up within them, Lin Xun felt a surge of guilt once more.

Even though he knew that this initial mistake was due to the marriage contract settled by his Master and her grandfather, and had nothing to do with him, Lin Xun just felt that he owed her a great, great deal. He didn’t know why.

In truth, Lin Xun didn’t owe her anything, except…

Back when the girl was six years old, the moment the marriage contract was settled, the eyes of the girl—who was originally incredibly weak, drinking medicine every day and seeing no future—filled with hope for the first time, solely because of that single sheet of paper.

And solely because of that marriage contract, the six-year-old girl who had always been cared for by others was, for the first time, entrusted by others to care for someone else.

And they said that person would be her future husband.

For the first time, the little girl felt that she too could get married beautifully, just like her mother.

When she grew up, she could also give birth to a cute little baby for her husband.

Thus, “becoming a qualified bride” became the dream of the girl who was only six years old at the time—a dream that seemed achievable.

For the sake of this dream, the little girl began to drink her medicine diligently, no longer disliking its bitterness. She rested well every day, trying to make her body just a little bit better.

The little girl grew older, working hard for this tiny dream of hers.

At seven years old, the drawing she made of two stick figures holding hands was the girl’s expectation.

In her eighth year, the girl began to practice her standing posture. Because her posture wasn’t pretty, she wanted to make it better, wanting him to like her.

In her ninth year, the literate girl read the mortal world’s “Precepts for Women,” simply because someone said that as long as she followed what was written in the book, the man would surely like her.

At eleven, when the girl’s figure just began to develop, she started practicing feminine steps to shape her body, simply because a personal maid said that women with good figures were very much liked by men.

Her twelfth year was the most critical year for the girl!

That year, her illness flared up, and she was almost on the brink of death, slipping in and out of a coma for an unknown number of days.

However, simply because she wanted to give him the scarf in her hands and wanted to become a beautiful bride, the girl miraculously pulled through.

At thirteen, the girl was urged by her mother to give up on Lin Xun because he was a Devil Head.

But the girl only smiled and shook her head, because over these years she had long ago decided that she was Lin Xun’s person, and not just because of that marriage contract.

Afterward, Lin Xun’s reputation became increasingly feared, even becoming an enemy of the world. But what the girl thought of was cultivating even harder, wanting to protect him and take good care of him.

In her fourteenth year, Lin Xun disappeared. The girl searched for him constantly, never once thinking of giving up. If she couldn’t find him, then the girl intended to keep searching like this for the rest of her life.

In her fifteenth year, her grandfather passed away from illness. The girl cultivated even harder; only by properly cultivating her Star Eyes could she find him.

This year, at sixteen, she finally found him. But she never expected that what she would encounter was the cancellation of the engagement.

Sikong Wangxing hugged her body tightly, her eyes lowered. She didn’t hate Lin Xun, and had no reason to.

It was her own failure to appear when he needed her most; that was already her dereliction of duty. He had every reason to divorce her, and his heart had long since been occupied by another woman.

As she grew older, Sikong Wangxing also understood that regarding the Brother Lin she had never even met, perhaps she didn’t actually like him.

Perhaps it was just a kind of obsession, or maybe just a habit—the habit of his existence within her heart.

This obsession gave her life something to look forward to, gave her things to do, gave her the goal of becoming a bride, gave her the mood to anticipate tomorrow, and allowed her to live until now.

This obsession was like a thread, stringing together her life which could snap at any moment. And when Lin Xun wanted to cancel the engagement, this thread naturally had to break.

The pearls strung upon this thread would, naturally, scatter across the ground.

When Sikong Wangxing discovered that everything she had done before was meaningless and that she could never become his wife, all her habits, obsessions, and beliefs were bound to be lost.

So at that moment, the girl indeed had the suicidal thought of “just dying like this.”

The girl also knew that all of this was her own wishful thinking, and she shouldn’t use these things to bind him; she had no right to do so.

This thread should be broken.

But…

Why?

Clearly, she might not actually like him; she might just be used to his existence in her heart.

But why did she still not want this thread to break?

Even though she knew…

Clutching her chest tightly, the girl’s tears gushed out again. Crystal droplets slid down her fair, tender cheeks, reflecting the firelight of the cave.

To prevent Lin Xun from noticing, the girl buried her head tightly between her legs, curling up as she hugged herself, not allowing herself to make a sound.

But the moment the girl started crying, Lin Xun saw it.

Lin Xun was even a bit dazed at this moment.

No, I admit I was a bit harsh just now.

But it shouldn’t warrant crying this heart-brokenly, right?

Ah, this…

For a moment, Lin Xun was truly at a loss. His hands, having nowhere to go, wanted to comfort her, yet it wasn’t appropriate to touch her.

Even though Lin Xun liked to frantically test the boundaries of making Zhu Ling cry.

Zhu Ling’s kind of crying wasn’t out of sadness, but rather the easy-to-bully nature of a Little White Rabbit.

As long as he wasn’t mean to her, she would stop crying the next second. Not only would she stop, she would even draw circles to curse you.

But when a girl truly started crying out of sadness, Lin Xun really didn’t know what to do.

“Stop crying, a girl won’t look pretty if she cries too much.” Lin Xun spoke subconsciously, and after saying it, he wanted to give himself a punch. He remembered those were the words he used to coax Yaya.

“Really, stop crying. I…” Lin Xun steeled his heart. “If you keep crying, I’ll go wake Zhu Ling up and give her a good thrashing, making her cry along with you! I want you to know that even though she clearly saved your life, she still has to be beaten to tears by me because of you!”

As he spoke, Lin Xun prepared to stand up.

And just as Lin Xun rose, the girl behind him once again grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Turning around, the girl’s beautiful almond eyes were already flushed. On her delicate face, the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were like rain falling on pear blossoms.

If anyone else had made this girl cry and saw this appearance, they would probably have to jump off a cliff to atone for their sins.

You would even blame yourself for why you bullied her while you were mid-air!

“Stop crying.” Lin Xun sighed softly and sat down beside her. “You should learn from Bai Luoxue; she’s what you call heartless. Back then, when she and I…”

Suddenly, Lin Xun’s voice came to an abrupt halt, realizing he had misspoken.

“Bai Luoxue?” The girl raised her head, her nose twitching slightly and her shoulders heaving. “The Saintess of the Huanxi Sect? Don’t you already have a sweetheart? Could it be that you…”