Mingyue's original intention of asking the question was certainly not to embarrass Li Mingzhu. She was actually just asking a simple question and didn't even expect an answer.
Li Mingzhu was stuck with something, and Mingyue didn't mind giving her a reminder if pointing out the problem could help her.
But after she asked the question, she found that after a long silence, a look of despair suddenly appeared on Li Mingzhu's face.
At the same time, as this wave of despair spread, Li Mingzhu's entire mental state and previously surging impulsiveness vanished like a popped balloon. In just a moment, Li Mingzhu seemed to have aged significantly, her former brilliance and vitality gone.
Mingyue didn't know what had caused Li Mingzhu's sudden change of mood. She reached out and patted her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Li Mingzhu gazed deeply into the moonlight, her eyes woven with an indescribable complex of emotions. Her lips trembled slightly, and she finally uttered a short, decisive word: "No."
At this moment, a nameless fire surged in Li Mingzhu's heart, and she even had the urge to vent her anger on Mingyue.
Because the question Mingyue raised was like a ruthless sword, which easily pierced through the false appearance she had carefully created and mercilessly exposed the cruel reality before her eyes.
The truths that she had once buried deep in her heart and was unwilling to face now surged in her like a tide, catching her off guard.
Although Li Mingzhu's mind kept telling her that Mingyue hadn't actually done anything wrong, driven by the uncontrollable despair and anger deep in her heart, she still heard herself say in a slightly trembling voice: "If I say I'm unhappy while cooking, what are you going to say? Are you laughing at me?"
She stared at Mingyue fiercely, vowing to find flaws in her words.
However, Mingyue seemed completely oblivious to Li Mingzhu's deep malice. "But I see you're clearly very happy. If, as you say, you feel no joy at all and have no love for the dishes you've carefully prepared, then why are you able to cook them so well? Isn't it because, deep down, you still love them?"
Mingyue paused for a moment, then continued, "Or, in fact, you have always longed to love, but for some reason you have never dared to take that step?"
As Mingyue said this, it was like a thunderclap suddenly exploding in Li Mingzhu's heart, making a loud "bang".
Li Mingzhu couldn't help but widen her eyes, her face full of shock.
She really couldn't understand how Mingyue, who seemed indifferent to everything around her, could be so perceptive. She could see through the essence with just a glance and easily see through the dark and twisted thoughts hidden in the deepest part of her heart.
If her outward answer was that she didn't love it, then the frustrations she experienced and the times when she had to lower her head would seem to be reasonable.
This is actually a kind of love that has reached its peak, so strong that it crosses the boundary of love and stands on its opposite.
This love went so deep into her bones that she even began to resent the love she felt for herself.
You know, how could she not love her own cooking?
However, it was precisely because of this deep love that the pain it caused swept over her like a raging storm, making her feel timid.
She loved deeply, and it was precisely because of this strong love that she could not bear the feeling of loss of not being able to reach the top and always being unknown and ignored.
So she had to force herself to believe and convince herself that she was not as obsessed with it as she imagined.
The pain revealed on Li Mingzhu's face was clearly the pain that only comes from extreme love, but this pain was mixed with self-blame, guilt, sadness, expectation, regret, etc. It was so complicated that a vortex of emotions appeared on her face.
She heard Mingyue's voice again, "Since you love this so deeply, why do you constantly seek affirmation from others? The true love in your heart is a thousand times more powerful than what the outside world gives you! Do you think your love is inferior to others?"
"How could this be possible!" Li Mingzhu retorted almost without thinking. "I love this thing so deeply. Every time I think of it, my heart aches. This love is so deep and strong, how could it be less than that of others?"
At this moment, Mingyue's calm yet penetrating words came again: "So, since you already have this most intense and powerful emotion, what are you still afraid of?"
After hearing these words, Li Mingzhu suddenly felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and began to beat violently "bang bang bang".
At the same time, a powerful force that had been buried deep in the heart seemed to have received some kind of call, and suddenly surged out from the dark abyss, breaking through layers of constraints and obstacles like a hot knife through butter, like a bud that grows tenaciously in spring, breaking through the ground, spreading at an astonishing speed in the originally barren heart, and finally blooming into a sea of colorful flowers.
Yes! If I really want it so badly and love it so passionately, then what do I have to fear?
I have no need to be afraid!
Thinking of this, a bright light flashed in Li Mingzhu's eyes, which was a courage and determination that came from deep in her heart.
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