Afterward, Shu Yu pondered again.
"However, she indeed has so skills."
Soaking in dicinal baths daily, his body had improved sowhat compared to before, though he considered this rely a drop in the bucket.
Shujun suddenly patted his shoulder but was deftly dodged by him.
A frown creased Shujun’s brow; it was always like this, and he couldn’t help but shake his head with a chuckle.
His second brother really had a thing for cleanliness, much more severe than his own.
He touched his own nose, then his expression turned serious.
"Shu Yu."
It was rare for him to call him by his na, "She is our fiancée, and I really like her."
Shu Yu stated the fact, "You once hated her to the bone."
Shujun replied with a smile, "That was the past, not now. In any case, I really like her now. So, can you give that thing inside your guqin?"
Shu Yu glanced at him coldly, "You are no longer yourself."
Shujun was exasperated, "What do you an I’m not myself? Don’t be so obstinate!"
He had just co close to the guqin when he slled sothing familiar.
Shu Yu laughed nonchalantly, "What’s the hurry?"
The breeze rustled through the trees as he gazed unaffectedly at his twin brother.
"I have always rembered what big brother said that year. My body might be useless, but if I really want to do sothing, none of you can stop . But I have hesitated to act; have you ever thought about why?"
Shu Yu’s words were thought-provoking. Indeed, why?
That year-plus of tornt, skin and flesh ripped apart, covered in wounds, cruelly abused, humiliated countless tis.
Shujun looked at Shu Yu, "If you don’t want to take action, why keep that thing?"
His gaze towards the guqin was filled with apprehension.
Shu Yu gave a sudden smile.
"I’m keeping it just to keep it. Why so many questions?"
The object inside the guqin was originally prepared by him for himself. He had thought about using it on that woman, but his own death wouldn’t matter much. What about his brothers at ho?
He felt a sense of lancholy again, "Let’s go, go back."
Afterward, he carried the guqin and slowly left the riverbank.
Shujun watched his retreating figure, his eyes flickered.
Shu Yu... he probably didn’t really believe that Baobao could truly heal him, did he?
Sotis Shujun wondered, were he, the eldest brother, the fourth, fifth, and sixth brothers too cruel?
Clearly, Shu Yu had long since lost the will to live. Living was a burden for him; his life was too painful, death would be a relief, an escape from the anguish.
So he kept that thing, that object he had prepared for himself.
But he couldn’t die; he knew that his death would sadden his brothers, yet to live and watch himself beco a burden to the family, how could his heart bear it?
Shujun felt a pain in his heart; he was very suppressed, pressing against his chest, taking deep breaths forcefully, but his heart still ached with surges of pain for Shu Yu.
When Shu Yu returned from the riverbank, coincidentally, Yixuan had just finished cooking.
Yixuan looked at Dong Huiying, who was leaning against the doorfra, seated on the stool.
She had fallen asleep?
He wiped his hands and then slowly approached her.
He looked down at her for a while, before gently lifting her in his arms.
She seed... heavier?
Yixuan gave her a strange look; she was sound asleep. Even after Yixuan picked her up, she didn’t awaken; instead, she snuggled her little head into his chest, settling into an even more peaceful slumber.
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