Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Chapter 242 Confession

On the eaves, wind chimes swayed, making crisp tinkling sounds. The setting sun was swallowed by the evening clouds, and a cool breeze blew. The lights in the house were green and the boy was in a bleak mood.

Shi Jingchan was deeply touched by the "calmness" of his beloved. There was a thick mist between his brows and his teeth were clenched.

"You never liked me at all, did you?"

The words suddenly entered Mu Yao's ears, but to him, it seemed as if they had been brewing for ten years.

Mu Yao's eyes suddenly froze, her pupils slightly dilated, and suddenly she lowered her crow feathers, bowed her head, and was speechless.

"Yaoyao, Shi Jingchan saved your life, you should repay him with your body."

"Whether you were right or wrong that day, it happened."

"Dad likes it and thinks it's a good match for you."

Her father's words kept echoing in her mind, making her hesitate.

"With your conditions, you don't have to rely on me."

After a long while, Mu Yao said something.

She now has nine husbands, and Shi Jingchan can easily find a woman who is obsessed with him and spend the rest of her life with him.

She didn't have much in common with him, and based on their current emotional foundation, she didn't think it would be fair to Shi Jingchan to marry him.

What’s more, the Poison Valley is far away in Yunlan.

She had not yet found time to visit Xie Ci and Ji Qi. If there was another Shi Jingchan, she felt that this was not happiness, but suffering, not a good life, but a miserable life.

There was no warmth in Erlang's eyes. Mu Yao's words were undoubtedly a polite refusal to him.

The corners of his lips raised a fragmented stubbornness, and he said self-deprecatingly: "It has to be you."

I knew it was such a stumbling block, so how could I not know each other?

But now, it's too late.

Suddenly, deep affection gathered in his eyes, and he raised his straightforward and hoarse voice: "I have walked around the jade tree on the steps for twenty-five years. The mist is colorful, but I can't see her. There is only you around. There is no way to eliminate this love. It can't be cut off or burned. It was caught off guard and it's hard to recover."

Shi Jingchan forced himself to meet her gaze, his eyelids not daring to twitch at all out of nervousness.

His love was revealed, and he unconsciously stopped breathing and waited for his beloved's reaction.

Mu Yao's eyes were moved, and her slight anger and confusion faded away in an instant. Her fingers were deeply embedded in her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

This was the first time in her life that a boy had said such touching words of love to her.

Even among the nine husbands around her now, none of them had ever said this to her like Shi Jingchan.

In this world, there are always unexpected people who cherish themselves.

The unintentional expression of true feelings is like a trickle of water, silently pouring into the heart.

"The Poison Valley is far away in Yunlan, and my future life focus will be in Lanling County. You and I may only see each other a few times in a year. Have you ever thought about this problem?" Mu Yao felt that she needed to remind Shi Jingchan.

Just like her and Ji Qi, they have only been together for less than a week since the day they married him. This is a huge test for both of them. Maybe one day their love will fade away like the wind and eventually disperse.

There was a gleam of light in Shi Jingchan's eyes, and he caught a glimmer of hope from Mu Yao's words.

He immediately put down the white jade Buddhist beads in his hand and said very seriously: "Even though the spring breeze is affectionate, peach blossoms are hard to find again. I am willing to give up the sun and the moon for you, die in the mortal world, and protect you for all eternity. I hope to get your true heart in return, time will make wine, and the aftertaste will become flowers."

Why? Why could Shi Jingchan do this for himself?

Mu Yao's heart was burning hot, and she pursed her lips tightly, not letting the sob in her throat escape even a little.

Moisture welled up in the corners of her eyes. She suddenly lowered her head and tried her best to adjust her emotions, but it didn't work this time. She could only slightly wrinkle her nose and rub her eyes hard twice.

With two "clicks", two crystal clear tears fell.

Shi Jingchan's breathing suddenly became heavy and he became flustered.

Did he make people cry?

He handed her the handkerchief and wanted to say something, but was afraid of making her cry again, so he ended up kissing her lips in silence.

The gardenias embroidered on the silk handkerchief are lifelike and emit a faint sweet fragrance.

Mu Yao stared at him blankly, and just as her boy began to feel timid and wanted to pull back, she took the handkerchief.

After calming down her emotions, she lowered her eyes and endured the numbness in her heart and said, "I'll accept your handkerchief. I'll take you back to see Dad in two days."

Mu Yao didn't want him to see her embarrassing appearance, so she stood up and left the room. Before leaving, she reminded him to drink the soup.

After a long time, Shi Jingchan slowly stood up and remained in a daze for half an incense stick of time.

He clenched his fists, his mind pondering over his beloved's words.

Is this agreed?

He succeeded?

My eyes are filled with stars, and I feel like I own the whole world at this moment.