Chapter 391 Twins 1
Jiang Xianwan somehow returned to the realm from the flower boat, and followed the path step by step until she arrived at the cave.
When the twins woke up, they first slowly glanced at the six almost naked boys beside them, then looked up at Hua Buxiu and his friends' pleasure boat.
In an instant, she lowered her eyelids, concealing all the light of day.
From beginning to end, he did not speak, made no sound, and his breathing was so light that it seemed not to exist.
He didn't... even glance at her again.
Their movements were perfectly coordinated, like mirror images, their pace neither too fast nor too slow, until they stopped at the entrance of the cave.
But he didn't turn back.
Jiang Xianwan paused, her fingertips curling tightly within her blue sleeves, her knuckles bulging and turning bluish-white from the extreme force, as if she wanted to crush all her surging emotions in her palms.
That silent, slender back held her firmly in place, unable to move.
Not far behind them, five figures stood silently.
She stood alone in the middle, the night wind swept by, unable to make her clothes flutter even slightly, but it seemed to carry ice shards, freezing her blood and her heartbeat inch by inch.
The journey was long and silent.
This deathly silence is now as taut as a sharp blade hanging from a hair's breadth.
Hua Buxiu and the other four stood silently, their gazes fixed on the identical twins and Jiang Xianwan.
The initial shock and burning jealousy now sank into an icy abyss.
They still clutched the lottery ticket tightly, and not long ago they were gritting their teeth, determined that Jiang Xianwan would never have the energy to go out and have fun again.
Now... that slip of paper feels like a red-hot iron, branded into the palm of my hand.
Yao Ling and Xiu Yin never looked at the five men who had followed them all the way, nor did they look at the woman behind them who had stopped breathing.
Xiu Yin suddenly tilted his head up slightly, his fingertips moving with an almost broken gentleness as he slowly raised them to touch the hideous old scars.
It's like touching a wisp of a departed soul.
"elder brother……"
"Is this...that tree?"
His voice was hoarse, and he hadn't spoken for a long time; his mind, frozen in the years, hadn't yet come to its immediate awakening.
The eyelashes slowly fluttered, and with each blink, it seemed as if glistening flakes were about to peel off from the edges.
I knew perfectly well that this was the tree.
It was a lychee tree that he and his brother planted for their sister...
I just don't want to believe it.
Just like the scenes that pierce your eyes when you wake up, which you don't want to believe.
There were also the two giggling children who had just passed through the Thirty-Three Halls, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and clung to Jiang Xianwan's legs.
Mother...
Mother...
Yao Ling's eyes were covered with a layer of moist iris, not tears, and the pupils appeared exceptionally clear, like warm jade soaked in the most moist spring water.
His fingertips gently traced the crisscrossing scars, and a smile suddenly appeared on his soft lips, though his eyes were filled with a thick layer of tears.
"yes……"
"These on the right... you carved them..."
His voice was as soft as snowflakes falling on flower petals, and his fingertips moved gently.
"These on the left... are what I... carved..."
But the next moment, the gentle narration suddenly cracked open.
"Two thousand times..."
Xiu Yin suddenly turned his head and gave him a bewildered smile, unsure of what to say. "Four thousand paths."
As the last syllable fell, his voice completely faded into the wind.
Clearly, their pulses were beating.
Clearly, clearly her older sister was right behind them, never before had she followed them so closely.
They should be happy, they should be joyful.
It should have been a dream come true, a moment when endless years of longing finally came to an end.
My chest... hurts a lot.
The pain was so intense it felt like my very soul was being torn apart, leaving behind jagged, grotesque marks.
They didn't even dare to turn around, didn't dare to look at the five men who followed closely behind their sister.
Jiang Xianwan's fingertips suddenly curled into her palm, her nails digging deep into her flesh.
Her disheveled state at this moment was laid bare, like a dull, heavy knife scraping at her heart.
Not sharp, but carrying a tormenting pain.
She dared not, dared not go forward.
They didn't even know how to start the conversation.
He could only stand there stiffly, staring blankly at the two boys who lowered their eyelashes, like two closed statues.
Feng Huixue and the others were drawn to the lychee tree.
The lychee tree stood under the moonlight, like a solidified, abundant firework.
The branches and leaves are lush like a dark green canopy, and amidst that dense, impenetrable green, there is a torrent of red.
More than anything, there are countless, suffocating scars... accumulated over countless years.
From the deep, menacing old scars in the tree bark, they were forcibly brought forth by the passage of time, a silent, slow torture.
Each plump, red fruit is like a drop of blood congealed with pain, a feast for the eyes, yet carrying a rusty, fishy smell.
No one spoke.
I don't know.
Hua Buxiu and the others looked somewhat bewildered and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xianwan.
The identities of these two dragon twins cannot be determined, and there is no way to unravel the past buried deep within them over the years.
All that is known is that they seem... far less than the twins and her past.
Yao Ling and Xiu Yin did not step into the cave where they had once hidden. Instead, they stood blankly under the lychee tree, as if they had suddenly lost their way.
They didn't know where to go, or where their final destination should be.
When I realized that what I had come all this way was not a dream, an unprecedented panic suddenly gripped my heart.
At first, I was uncertain, waking up from a long slumber, whether it was right or wrong.
A strange sense of anxiety burned between his brows and eyes, quickly spreading into a desolate wasteland, until his expression became empty and broken.
They stood there, bewildered and frightened, their gaze sweeping around but unable to settle on anything in particular.
Jiang Xianwan's face instantly turned deathly pale. Almost instinctively, she took a step forward, but froze in place the moment her foot touched the ground.
She stood there in fear, her breath caught in her throat.
I dared not call their names, dared not make the slightest sound, and could only watch helplessly as they awoke, their minds unsettled, cold sweat constantly seeping from their foreheads and sliding down their pale cheeks.
She bit her lower lip so hard that she didn't even notice the bloodstains on her palms from her fingernails digging into them.
Two pairs of eyes, brimming with tears, suddenly looked at her with the wetness and helplessness of a young deer trapped by a hunter.
That broken cry finally tore through the stagnant air:
"elder sister……"
Jiang Xianwan couldn't care less about Di Yin and the others' reactions, and couldn't imagine what their expressions must be like.
Two uncontrolled sobs escaped her lips, and her clothes fluttered like butterflies breaking free from their restraints, fearlessly passing through the stagnant air and arriving before them.
She stretched out her trembling hands, her fingertips still chilled, wanting to grasp those two slender, jade-like hands.
Can……
Yao Ling and Xiu Yin seemed startled and both took a step back.
This step froze Jiang Xianwan's fingertips in mid-air, and also plunged her heart into an ice cellar.
Yun Weize and the others' expressions suddenly froze, their faces turning deathly pale, even their pupils seemed to be frozen.
The twins tried desperately to swallow some broken sound. Their two pale red eyes looked at them without hostility, yet they chilled them to the bone.
That was obvious, an intertwined bond with Jiang Xianwan's entire life.
And they were the thieves who later stepped between the two, stealing what the other loved...
None of them can compare.
But if they asked themselves honestly, they would have been willing to give everything for Jiang Xianwan, even their lives, without hesitation, at any time.
But this sentiment seems so pale and powerless at this moment.
Fear began.
Fearing that Jiang Xianwan might abandon the twins without hesitation...
However.
They could not retreat even half a step.
His gaze was fixed stubbornly on Jiang Xianwan.
unless……
Unless she says it herself, she doesn't want them.
Jiang Xianwan clenched her fingers tightly, cold sweat soaking her clothes and clinging to her trembling body.
Her eyes were filled with anxiety, and she dared not make any further moves.
Yao Ling and Xiu Yin's souls are still unstable, and they need gentle care and adjustment at this moment. Any stimulation could cause them to completely collapse.
But those images clearly became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the twins.
Their memories are still stuck three hundred years ago, in those desperate years when their feelings were never reciprocated.
Now, whether it's the six thinly dressed youths in the painted boat, or Feng Huixue and the others, or even Jiang Xingxing and Qingli, they have all become poisoned blades, slowly torturing their newly awakened hearts.
Jiang Xianwan wanted to speak, but couldn't explain herself. She could only stand there anxiously and quietly as the fine rain suddenly fell like needles, instantly weaving into a giant net.
That broken cry, finally penetrating the oppressive rain, crushed her heart again and again.
There were no questions asked.
There was no blame.
Whether it's the six youths on the pleasure boat, or Hua Buxiu and his group of five, or even Xingxing and Qingli...
Only muffled and suppressed sobs could be heard.
Jiang Xianwan held up a light shield for them, her hair and blue dress soaked through in the rain. She watched as the light of day gradually emerged and the darkness slowly receded. The suppressed sobs in her ears were like petals broken by the wind and rain, drifting and falling.
Just as the agonizing pain in her heart was driving her to the brink of madness, a very soft, yet unambiguous question suddenly came from the depths of the rain.
"Does my sister want us... or them?"
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