Chapter 687 - 678: Gu Youyou’s Blueprint
Jie’s Second Young Master shook his head and said, "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything foolish. What are you thinking about, silly girl? I just... want to clear things up with her, and I should at least apologize to her. But I don’t dare to face her, I’m too ashamed! I never expected to push her to that state one day. If back then... it wasn’t for my misinterpretation of that sachet, and coincidentally that both Du Wanqing and I had lost our mothers..."
"Enough, enough, stop talking about it," Xie Qinyun interrupted irritably. "I don’t want to hear these words, and I’m sure Du Sister would feel the same. If you’re going to see her just to say these things, then I think it’s better not to. I asked Sister Du last time, now that you know your mistakes and the misunderstanding has been cleared, is there still a possibility for you two? Do you know what she said?"
"What did she say?" His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.
"She said that you and the Concubine both lost your mothers that year, and the comfort you found in each other was real. The hurt you’ve caused her because of the Concubine over these years was also real. Perhaps she really loved you once, but that love was ground away bit by bit by the repeated injuries you inflicted upon her. There is no fate between you and her, and if there was, it was a calamitous one, and now even that calamitous fate has ended."
Jie’s Second Young Master felt his legs go weak, almost unable to stand, as the last string of hope in his heart snapped suddenly. He had thought that as long as the misunderstanding between them was resolved, there would still be a possibility.
But she was right. The harm he had done to her was real, driving her to such a state, how could it be undone by simply resolving a "misunderstanding"?
Finally, the still waters in his heart froze into ice.
"Fine, I’ll come back with you!"
Miss Du put down the ledger in her hand, with neither sadness nor joy, as she watched a familiar carriage drive away from the inn across the street.
There was no fate between them. If only that year, when she had handed him the small tiger sachet, he had been willing to look up, or if she could have run a little slower... perhaps things between them might have been different.