Xue Zhiyi took a deep breath to steady herself, but her voice was still choked with sobs: "Maybe our fate is shallow, only enough for us to be sisters for a dozen years."
Xue Ruoyu burst into tears: "If these things had not happened, you should have grown up with your family. When you were in your teens, as the younger sister of the top scholar, you would have met me in Huajing... Everything should have been like this..."
Thinking of this, she felt even more heartbroken: "But now... I can neither forgive you, otherwise I would not be worthy of being a son, nor can I hate you anymore, otherwise I would not be worthy of being a human being."
She looked at Xue Zhiyi as if asking for help: "I can no longer hate you, and I don't deserve to love you anymore... What should I do?"
Xue Zhiyi lowered his eyes and silently shed a tear.
She was no exception. She would not hate the innocent Xue Ruoyu, but she was not a saint either, and could not be as close as a sister to the daughter of her father's murderer.
Regarding the Jiangzhou incident, she and Huo Wuyou would find a way to help the Tang family, as a way of repaying Xue Ruoyu's love for her over the years.
And for the rest of their lives, the two of them could only worry about their own well-being.
"It's good enough that we can all be well," she said.
Xue Ruoyu murmured: "From the beginning, we should have been fine on our own."
She sat like this for a long time before she gradually calmed down.
When Xue Ruoyu left, Xue Zhiyi knew that their fate in this life was over.
Although Jiang Xu sometimes seemed tongue-tied because of his old-fashioned nature, he still comforted her for a long time.
Seeing that she was in a low mood, he suggested, "Do you want to go visit her home?"
Xue Zhiyi raised his eyes: "Going to Cishui?"
Jiang Xu smiled slightly: "Do you want to go?"
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