Free Web NovelChapter 237: Chapter 237: The End of All Enemies (03)
Xing Luoye’s eyes snapped up to meet his. freёwebnovel.com
And before he could stop himself, before he could reconsider or soften his response, the answer came out without any hesitation.
"No." He did not blink or waver. "I never regret it." His voice remained steady, certain, and devoid of doubt.
"After mating with her..." he continued more slowly, "...I have never regretted it." His gaze softened just slightly, though the weight in his voice only deepened.
"The only thing I regret..." He paused briefly.
"...is that I doubted her." His fingers tightened again as he spoke.
"She is... such a pure soul, and I..." His voice dropped lower. "...gave her pain and tears, and that is the only regret in my life."
For a moment, the wind seemed louder, as if it had risen just to fill the space left by his confession.
Then, unexpectedly, Xing Luoguang laughed. It was low, but not mocking or joyful... but filled with a strange sense of understanding.
"Brother," he said, shaking his head slightly, "then why are you saying sorry?" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Xing Luoye looked at him, momentarily stunned, unsure of how to respond.
"I always knew you liked her," Xing Luoguang continued, his words simple and direct.
"But you never confessed." Xing Luoye’s eyes trembled faintly at that.
"And by being so hard on yourself," he went on, his tone calm yet edged with sharp clarity, "you had already fallen for her before me." He paused, his gaze drifting slightly, as if recalling something distant.
"It’s not like I never saw it. The way you interacted with her... the way you looked at her... it was never hidden."
Xing Luoye lowered his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "...So you noticed."
Xing Luoguang let out a small breath, almost amused, though there was no real lightness in it.
"Why wouldn’t I?" he replied, turning slightly to look at him properly now.
"If you can notice everything about me... then why can’t I notice you?"
A faint, sad smile touched his lips. "Brother... we have grown up together. Our entire lives. We have never been apart. Your emotions... are like mine."
The words were soft, but they struck deep, settling heavily between them.
A quiet silence followed, lingering just long enough to let everything sink in.
Then Xing Luoye spoke again, his voice more fragile than before. "...So..." He hesitated, struggling to form the words. "...do you detest me? For falling for her?"
Xing Luoguang looked at him for a long moment, his gaze steady and unwavering.
Then he slowly shook his head. "Never." The answer came without delay. "Brother... I am happy... that you are finally honest with your feelings." His voice softened slightly before turning more serious.
"But... the way you approached her... was wrong."
Xing Luoye’s gaze dropped immediately.
"You owe her an apology," Xing Luoguang continued, his tone firm.
"Not me. You should have faced her instead of running away like that." Each word landed heavily, leaving no room for avoidance.
And Xing Luoye felt it...every single word.
His eyes lowered further, shame filling them completely. He knew his brother was right. He had done wrong, far more than he wanted to admit.
Yet even knowing that, he could not bring himself to move forward. He could not face it.
How was he supposed to explain it to her? Even trying to put it into words for his brother now made his chest tighten painfully with guilt.
Facing her would be far worse.
How could he look into her eyes and say it? How could he explain that night?
The truth was, even he did not fully understand it himself. He only remembered fragments...being poisoned, drugged, his mind clouded, and his judgment twisted.
Nothing had felt clear, nothing had felt right, and yet in that chaos, only one face had appeared in his mind.
It was Yue Yue.
Before he had even realized what he was doing, his feet had already begun to move, step by step, leading him toward her.
He had known something was wrong, had known his mind was not in the right state, yet he had still gone.
And even now, he could not deny the truth...he did not regret going to her.
What he regretted was everything that followed.
His doubt and suspicion.
The thought that she might be plotting against his brother.
That single thought had blinded him completely. He had convinced himself that if she truly posed a danger, then he would bear that burden himself.
He would fall into it alone, allowing his brother to remain untouched.
But he had never imagined that in doing so, he would create a pit so deep that he himself could not climb out of it...a pit filled entirely with guilt.
Now, every time he looked into her eyes, those pure, clear eyes, he saw no blame, no hatred, and no resentment.
And that only made it worse, because he knew he did not deserve that kindness.
Half of what he had done had been influenced by the poison in his body.
But the other half had come from his own heart, and that was something he could not escape from, no matter how much he wished to.
After the effects of the drug had faded, when his mind had finally cleared and he realized he was beside her, he had been completely shocked.
Yet even then, he could not bring himself to leave. He had stayed...not because he had to, but because he did not want to go.
And that truth was something he could never say out loud.
He did not regret that moment. Not even a little.
But he was ashamed...ashamed to face her, ashamed to face himself.
And so, in the end, he chose the easiest path. He avoided confrontation.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them once again, heavy yet strangely calm, as if everything that needed to be said had already been laid bare.
Then, without warning, Xing Luoguang suddenly smiled. It was not a wide or bright smile, nor one filled with visible joy, but an expression that carried a quiet acceptance.
He turned his head slightly, his gaze settling on his brother.
"Brother," he said quietly, his voice steady and composed, "you should go back."
