I, Qing Huan (Modern Chapter) 7

Chapter 7

　　When Sun Xuxue came out of her room, she came just in time to hear Zhu Qing Huan say the two cruelest sentences to Nanyang in the softest tone:

　　”Don’t waste your time on me. It’s really not worth it.”

　　”I won’t like you.”

　　Sun Xuxue watched Zhu Qing Huan walk upstairs with a pale face, walking fast and anxiously, as if she wanted to escape from this place immediately. Her heart tightened. Zhu Qing Huan’s simple words were really hurtful. What is Nanyang feeling right now?

　　Sun Xuxue walked towards the living room lightly, with the living room light still on. She saw Nanyang standing there, staring at the stairway for a long time. After Zhu Qing Huan left, Nanyang seemed to have returned to her icy cold indifference.

　　It could’ve been 20 minutes or half an hour. Nanyang moved as if she was waking up from a long dream, her back was a little stiff. She slowly walked back to the coffee table, picked up the dirty dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

　　Sun Xuxue hurriedly ran over: “Esteemed Ancestor, let me wash it.”

　　Nanyang stood by the sink, glanced at Sun Xuxue lightly, and said, “It’s okay, it’s just a bowl.”

　　But Sun Xuxue obviously saw the way Nanyang was holding the bowl. Her right hand was badly shaking.

　　”Ancestor, in fact, you…” Sun Xuxue felt wronged for Nanyang, “Why do you do this? The more you act like this, the less she’ll appreciate it.”

　　”I don’t know, this might really be the worst strategy.” Nanyang’s deep voice echoed through the kitchen.

　　”Then you…”

　　”But I have no other choice.” Nanyang’s lips bent bitterly, “None.”

　　Because I love you, I have no other choice but to be nice to you.

　　Sun Xuxue has never been in a relationship, she could not understand this logic.

　　”But she won’t get it at this rate…” Sun Xuxue was angry for Nanyang.

　　”Xuxue, you are used to thinking about things from my perspective so when I don’t get a response, you will think that the other party has a problem.” Nanyang put the washed bowl on the table and rubbed the porcelain bowl with her wet hands. “But she doesn’t have to fall in love with me. After all, I am just a stranger to her. She has a life that belongs to her and other things that she values. She doesn’t have to do anything for me. Because of my own obsession, I must accept this. My memories and my love, at the end of the day, are one-sided.”

　　Nanyang lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling, “So you shouldn’t blame her for anything. Even I would be disgusted if I had a lingering spirit.”

　　Sun Xuxue crinkled her nose. She can understand what Nanyang said, but how can such a Nanyang not make people feel bad?

　　She dedicated her eternal time to the watching over her deceased love. She loves so deeply that it should’ve drove her made. But she was still so patient, respecting every new reincarnation of Qing Huan gently.

　　Sun Xuxue heard from Sun Guohui that in one lifetime, Nanyang had found Qinghuan a little late. She already had a man she loves, a firm and unswerving love. Nanyang said nothing and did nothing but when she got married, she attended the wedding banquet as a stranger. She gave an unsigned flower basket, sat at the table, and watched her walk towards her happiness in her wedding dress. After that, she left the city. During that lifetime, Nanyang never bothered her again. The only time she saw her in that lifetime was when she used her eyes to walk her away on the most beautiful red carpet in her life.

　　Was she sad? Did she secretly cry on the night of the wedding banquet?

　　Except for Nanyang herself, no one knows the answer.

　　If it were not because this was her 99th, if it were not because she had the possibility of recovering her memory, Nanyang would have never allowed Mei Zhongli to forcibly bind her to her side in the form of marriage. She put all her hopes on Zhu Qing Huan, so she was embarrassed to her. She did not hesitate to bury herself in the humble soil. As long as there is the possibility of seeing her sun again, she was willing to disappoint herself a thousand times. A million times.

　　Just for a reunion.

Author’s Theater
Nanyang: I’m too miserable

TL note
This chapter was a short punch to the gut. Brief and painful. There will be talk of more of Qing Huan’s past lives in the future. They all hurt. Especially the one at chapter 46. Long way to go but we’re getting there!

TL’s basement
Editor is still in detention
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