Chapter 182 Night Candle Rules 60 She shattered in Nanmen Jue's palm.
"Let me go!"
At that moment, Nanmen Jue didn't have time to think and forcefully threw Yu Wanyan away.
In a few moments she will regain her flesh and blood, at which point she will no longer be able to touch Nanmen Yu.
She tossed Yu Wanyan aside, maintaining her intermittent appearance, and lunged at Nanmen Yu.
"Give it back to me!" Nanmen Jue shouted sternly. "How did you get it!"
She was utterly incredulous, because she knew what Nanmen Yu was up to. She had kept the anchor point firmly hidden in the deepest part of the system space until she "died" in the real world. Everything inside would be inherited by Ying Yao, and no one else could touch it. That was the rule of the space!
Nanmen Yu avoided Nanmen Jue's attempt to snatch her things, and she also avoided his furious glare.
She remained silent, which only fueled Nanmen Jue's rage. "What are you doing? Nanmen Yu, do you know I've been doing everything I can to save your life?! Do you want to die that badly?! Do you hate me that much?!"
Upon hearing this, both Nanmen Jue and Nanmen Yu were stunned.
The struggle stopped, and the two sisters stared at each other in silence. Nanmen Jue stiffly moved the muscles on her face, revealing an extremely ugly smile.
"You... hate me to this extent? You don't even want me to live?"
Nanmen Yu said, "I don't understand what you're saying."
"You don't understand? I think you understand too much." Nanmen Jue was almost going crazy. Nineteen years of repression, nineteen years of self-questioning, and the guilt she felt after learning that Nanmen Yu had entered the space—all of it had spiraled out of control at this moment. Her voice was sharp and her expression fierce, but icy tears welled up in her eyes, which she then forced back. Her skin had just regained its sense of touch, and the first warmth she felt was from her own tears.
“Ever since Mom and Dad passed away, you haven’t said a proper word to me. You never give me what I want. Nanmen Yu, you hate me to the core.”
Nanmen Yu avoided her gaze again, saying, "I have never lacked your money."
"Is money all I want? Look at me!" Nanmen Jue roared. "No matter what I do, you won't even glance at me. I get into trouble, fight, get bullied, and after you come here, besides paying compensation, have you ever asked me what happened? Do you believe everything they say? Or is the truth completely unimportant to you? Is my situation completely unimportant? If I'm unimportant... then why did you come here after learning about my illness?"
Her voice grew softer and softer, tinged with a grievance she herself was unaware of, one she would never have shown to anyone else: "I don't understand you, sister. If you hate me and want revenge, then kill me with your own hands, but don't do this... don't do this."
Don't punish her by killing yourself; it's not worth it.
Nanmen Jue's anger vanished, replaced by boundless fear. Everything around her seemed to drift away. She couldn't imagine how she could face her parents if Nanmen Yu were to die in the same way.
What can she say then? She not only killed them, but also their daughter?
Her voice trembled as she desperately suppressed some emotion, and the overflowing fear made Nanmen Yu turn his head in astonishment.
“I don’t…I don’t hate you,” she said in astonishment. “How could you think that! You’re my…brother, how could I hate you?”
Nanmen Jue was speechless. She stared intently at Nanmen Yu, as if she wanted to bite her to death on the spot.
Nanmen Yu's hand holding the anchor point trembled. Ever since she regained consciousness, she had made this decision and was determined to do it. Because she knew what she was going to do, she didn't show much panic even when Nanmen Jue burned her. She knew that as long as Nanmen Jue could survive, she would definitely be able to restore everything to normal.
It has always been this way. She doesn't need to explain anything to Nanmen Jue. In the most difficult times, she couldn't possibly say anything to a six-year-old child, because saying anything would sound like complaining or lamenting. Over the years, she has gotten used to saying nothing.
Nanmen Jue has indeed grown into a child who gives her a headache. She gets into trouble, fights, and calls her parents. Apart from her good grades, she seems to be nothing like her parents' child. Her parents are clearly very gentle people. Before all this happened, she also seemed indifferent, but she didn't have a bad temper.
She never had a bad temper, which was the complete opposite of Nanmen Jue. Nanmen Jue seemed to be angry and furious all the time. She was angry when she spoke, and she seemed even angrier when she didn't speak. When Nanmen Yu got through that busy period and found a stable job, she found that she no longer knew how to talk to Nanmen Jue.
In front of her, Nanmen Jue always held his head high, never bowing his head or admitting defeat.
“…You are my only family.” Nanmen Yu’s voice trembled slightly. “No matter what you do, I can’t hate you. Those years were long and difficult. Without you, I don’t know if I could have made it through…Xiao Jue, you are my everything. How could I hate you?”
The question that had lingered for so many years finally found its answer at this moment, and Nanmen Jue's tears still fell.
“You’re lying to me…” she said in a trembling voice.
"Why would I lie to you!" Nanmen Yu said excitedly. "I never knew you would think this way. If I hated you, why would I have raised you? Back then, the lawyer told me that I could send you to an orphanage!"
Nanmen Jue was stunned. "How is that possible? You were already eighteen years old at the time."
“Yes, just two months before the car accident, I had just turned eighteen. Theoretically, after my parents passed away, I was your first guardian. But I was still a student at the time. I could have applied to have you temporarily placed in a welfare home. In the past few years, I could have easily found some loopholes to keep you in the welfare home forever.” Nanmen Yu stared into Nanmen Jue’s eyes. “I didn’t do that because I don’t hate you.”
Nanmen Jue felt a surge of intense heat rush to her head, burning her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. In the next instant, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away.
“You should hate me,” she said blankly.
Nanmen Yu stepped forward and grasped Nanmen Jue's hand tightly. "I love you," she said. "Xiao Jue, I love you as much as I love Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad and I love you too."
“But I… killed my parents,” Nanmen Jue said. In her intense emotional turmoil, she didn’t notice that Nanmen Yu had stuffed the anchor point into her palm.
“You didn’t kill Mom and Dad. The only one who made a mistake in that accident was the drunk driver. He’s the only one who should pay the price.” Nanmen Yu reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Nanmen Jue’s eyes. “I’m sorry. All these years, I didn’t know you were tormented by this issue. I thought you just didn’t like me.”
"How could I not like you?" Nanmen Jue murmured. "I'm just a burden to you too much..."
"Don't say that!" Nanmen Yu said sharply. "You're looking down on me. My parents left us a lot of money. I went to work because I couldn't handle being idle for too long. I needed to fill my time so I wouldn't think about my parents." She paused for a moment. "It's not that I didn't expect you to be sad. I was just weak. I couldn't pretend to be nonchalant and comfort you... It's my fault."
“How could that be? You were only eighteen back then,” Nanmen Jue said in a low voice.
Everything became clear. The boulder that had weighed on her heart for nineteen years was gently pushed aside and then collapsed with a crash.
She almost felt happy.
"You don't owe me anything, I owe you a lot. I should apologize to you a lot, even now."
Nanmen Jue finally realized what she was holding in her hand. She looked down at it blankly, not reacting for a moment.
Then she realized what she was doing and let out a piercing scream.
What are you doing!
Nanmen Yu was holding her hand; if he applied just a little more pressure, that fragile anchor point would immediately disappear!
"What are you doing?" Nanmen Jue looked up in a panic, but Nanmen Yu's face became a blur in her eyes.
She couldn't believe it. Hadn't they just resolved all their conflicts perfectly well? Nanmen Yu knew her guilt, and she had received Nanmen Yu's answer: shouldn't everything be moving in a positive direction? What was going on... what was going on?
Nanmen Yu is killing her with her own hands!
“If I don’t die soon, Zhang Jin will absorb more and more energy. Once the crows’ arrival is over, it will be everyone’s death.” Nanmen Yu stared intently at Nanmen Jue’s collapsing face. “I can’t kill myself, so only you can do it… I’ve thought about having someone else do it. Ying Yao, your other friends, could destroy the anchor point without any trouble, but you would hate them if you did that. Jue, this is between the two of us, and only you can take responsibility for it.”
"I don't want to!" Nanmen Jue screamed. "What responsibility do I have? No one is my responsibility except you!"
"Nanmen Jue!" Nanmen Yu said, "Do you want to disappoint your parents?"
"Don't give me that nonsense! I've saved so many people, and now all I want to save is you. If this means I'll go to hell, then let me go. I beg you, Nanmen Yu, don't make me kill you with my own hands..."
Nanmen Jue was struggling to breathe. Both of her hands were wrapped around Nanmen Yu's arm. She slowly knelt down on the ground, sobbing and leaning her head forward, her forehead resting against Nanmen Yu's chest.
For many, many years, Nanmen Yu never hugged her.
At this moment, Nanmen Yu gently held her head in his arms. Strangely, she didn't shed any tears, but she could feel Nanmen Yu trembling as well.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Jue, I'm so sorry," Nanmen Yu whispered, her voice trembling with tears. "I won't hate you, I won't blame you. You've always done so well, you're so capable. Even without me by your side, you've never really been bullied. I trust you completely..."
Nanmen Jue buried his head in her arms and screamed and cried as if he wanted to cry his lungs out. He had never cried so miserably since he could remember.
"Actually, I've never really had a proper talk with you because you've never been bullied. Otherwise, I really don't know what I would have done." A trembling smile appeared on Nanmen Yu's pale face. She lowered her head and kissed Nanmen Jue's forehead. "I knew you would come in. Even if you don't like me, you would still come to find me. I've always known that."
She was uttering incoherent words, and amidst Nanmen Jue's sobs, she slowly closed her fingers.
Nanmen Jue's hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't even use her strength to steady herself, or perhaps she didn't continue to stop them, and their intertwined fingers gradually closed together.
The anchor point was held in Nanmen Jue's palm, and then, along with Nanmen Yu's last touch, shattered in her palm.
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Author's note: It's not over yet, it's not over yet.
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