"I...I thought it was my sister's liking for my brother."
"I don't lack a brother. Senior Brother Yuting, I like you!"
"Junior Sister Qinghuan, I'm sorry!"
“Senior Brother Yuting, am I… too late?”
After all, it was a wrong payment. She had loved him all her life, but he never took her to heart. Faced with Fu Yuting's silence, she already understood everything. Sometimes silence is the answer.
She smiled bitterly: "I...I understand!"
Nie Qinghuan already understood that the person in front of her was someone she could not gain if she advanced and would lose if she retreated.
"Qinghuan..."
"No need to say anything - I understand!" She stood up suddenly, lowered her head, gritted her teeth, clenched her hands, and trembled all over.
She tried hard to control her tears and turned around to leave before the tears fell.
That night, Nie Qinghuan cried all the way back to Yunya Sect. The mountain wind was very cold, making her cold heart even colder.
That night, I was the only one who knew how painful her heart was.
But as a sword spirit, I couldn't do anything to help her. At that time, I really wanted to slap Fu Yuting for her.
For Nie Qinghuan at that time, the most painful thing in the world was that despite all his efforts, the person he loved didn't love him back.
She had him in her future plans, but he didn't. By now, she had done her best and it was time to end.
Three months later, Senior Brother Fu Yuting and Junior Sister Honglu of the Eleventh Division got married.
Honglu asked Nie Qinghuan to be her bridesmaid: "Senior sister Qinghuan, you have the best relationship with your senior brother in Yunya Sect. He treats you like a biological sister. We are getting married tomorrow and I would like to ask my senior sister to be my bridesmaid." , Senior sister, can you tell me?"
The junior brothers on the side looked shocked. Fu Yuting hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Honglu, please find another bridesmaid!"
Honglu was puzzled and looked at Nie Qinghuan aside and asked, "Is it possible that Senior Sister Qinghuan is not willing?"
Nie Qinghuan forced a smile, glanced at Fu Yuting and said, "Elder brother treats me like his own sister, how could I not want to?"
Honglu was overjoyed, holding her hand, and said innocently: "Is it true? Senior sister Qinghuan, that's great. You and senior brother are the shining stars of our Yunya Sect. You can be my bridesmaid." , I’m so happy! Senior sister, my senior brother bought me a lot of headdresses, please help me pick them out and see what I can wear to my wedding tomorrow night!”
"Yes." Nie Qinghuan suppressed the bitterness in her heart, turned around and left with Honglu.
The newly decorated house was full of joy, with all kinds of jewelry on the table and a gorgeous red wedding dress hanging on the gold nanmu clothes hanger.
Nie Qinghuan reached out and couldn't help but caress the brand new wedding dress. Her heart was filled with envy and pain. Unfortunately, this wedding dress did not belong to her, and the bride was not hers.
Behind her, Honglu was chirping: "Senior Sister Qinghuan, please tell me that when I get married tomorrow, I will look better wearing this gold headdress, or this velvet flower one, or this gemstone one is also good, oops... both are too good. It’s so beautiful, it’s so hard to choose!”
Nie Qinghuan turned around and looked at the various headdresses placed in front of the dressing table. Each one was so beautiful, which showed how much Fu Yuting valued Honglu.
She just smiled slightly and said: "It's gold, senior brother's wedding dress is trimmed with gold threads, you can wear gold to match him tomorrow!"
Hong Lu was overjoyed. She picked up a golden phoenix hairpin and put it on her bun to compare. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Qinghuan, you are right. Senior brother's wedding dress is made of gold. It's trimmed, and it matches me best with a gold headdress! Hey...Senior Sister, how do you know that Senior Brother's wedding dress is trimmed with gold threads?"
Nie Qinghuan choked and said, "I... I accidentally saw it on the day Third Senior Brother and the others got their wedding clothes back."
Seeing Hong Lu clumsy, trying hard to insert the phoenix hairpin into her bun, but always getting it wrong, Nie Qinghuan stretched out her hand and said, "Let me do it!"
"Well, thank you, senior sister!" Hong Lu smiled and handed the phoenix hairpin in her hand to her. Nie Qinghuan inserted the phoenix hairpin into Hong Lu's head without any bias, and then raised her eyes slightly to look at the girl in the bronze mirror. Reflection.
The golden phoenix hairpin looked dazzling, and the smile on Hong Lu's face was also dazzling, even a little dazzling. But the person standing behind her was dim, as if he was disappearing into the dust.
Nie Qinghuan is really a strong person. She concealed herself quietly in front of the public face, without a trace of jealousy or a drop of tears. The faint smile she tried to squeeze out was just right. No one knew how painful Nie Qinghuan's heart was at that time. The pain was as if his heart had been thrown away. Blood was oozing out bit by bit, flowing day and night. His open chest could only be covered by the wind. Blow dry.
On the night of the wedding, the Yunya Sect was bustling with excitement, with the sound of firecrackers and the music of joy. It seemed that the whole world was happy, but she was the only one who was unhappy.
The other two senior sisters dressed up Honglu carefully. She put on a bright red wedding dress and sat in front of the dressing table nervously. Then she turned around and looked at Nie Qinghuan.
"Sister, am I beautiful today?"
Nie Qinghuan looked at the smiling Hong Lu, her heart ached, she frowned slightly, but smiled lightly and said: "Beautiful!"
Hong Lu lowered her head in embarrassment, clenched the red silk handkerchief nervously, and said timidly: "Senior sister... I'm actually a little scared!"
"afraid of what?"
"I'm afraid that I'm not worthy of Senior Brother. Senior Brother is the most outstanding male disciple of our Yunya Sect. In my opinion, only a beautiful woman like you, Senior Sister Qinghuan, can be worthy of him!"
Nie Qinghuan was slightly startled, her reddish eyes were a little sour, and tears were slowly filling her eyes. A bitterness ached in her heart, as if someone had stabbed her heart with a thousand silver needles.
But she gritted her teeth, held back the tears in her eyes, and smiled: "What nonsense are you talking about, Junior Sister Honglu, you are beautiful, and Senior Brother will treat you well throughout his life!"
At this moment, the sound of gongs and drums came from outside the door.
One of the junior sisters stepped forward and said to Nie Qinghuan: "Sister Qinghuan, it's almost time. Please put on the red hijab for junior sister Honglu!"
Nie Qinghuan nodded and looked at the red tray she held in her hand. On it was a dragon and phoenix hijab embroidered with gold thread, which shone brightly under the candlelight.
She gently picked it up with her hands and put the red hijab on the other woman's head.
At that moment, Nie Qinghuan felt his hands tremble unconsciously, and a tear in his eyes could not help but fall.
As the red hijab fell slowly, the tears were quietly buried in nothingness.
Who can know how miserable she is at this moment? Even she herself didn't understand why she, who was naturally strong-willed, was willing to endure such pain?
Perhaps, she just wants to let the sword of love penetrate deeper. When the pain accumulates enough, her heart will die, and all the admiration and attachment for Fu Yuting in her heart will also die, and she can do it all at once. It's over.
That night, she supported Hong Lu, who was dressed in wedding clothes, and slowly walked into the wedding hall.
Above the wedding hall, Fu Yuting was wearing a bright red wedding dress trimmed with gold thread. His slender figure stood out among the crowd. He turned around and looked back.
Two beauties in red walked up the red carpet. One was the bride Honglu who was covered with a hijab, and the other was Nie Qinghuan who was walking slowly supporting the bride. Fu Yuting first looked at Nie Qinghuan who was supporting the bride. .
The two of them accidentally looked at each other amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, but what met their eyes was a thousand words that were unspeakable.
The pain in her heart and the apology in his eyes were eventually covered up by the noisy fireworks.
"Crack, crackle -"
The piercing sound of firecrackers sounded, and the disciples on both sides kept throwing flower petals at the bride. The pink petals fell on Hong Lu's body, and also fell on Nie Qinghuan's body.
The road from the red carpet to the wedding hall was so short, but also so long, so long that every step was torturing Nie Qinghuan.
What a lively wedding! O the bridegroom with the jade trees in front of me! She had imagined a thousand times in her dreams that this was everything that should have belonged to her, but it turned out that... it had never belonged to her.
She is just a bystander outside his world. All the plans in her world involve him, but there is no her in his world, no her...
She handed the bride into Fu Yuting's hands, and when she raised her eyes slightly, her eyes were filled with tears under the candlelight.
She watched helplessly as the person she loved worshiped heaven and earth with another person and were sent into the bridal chamber.
The carnival of this wedding banquet lasted for a long time, until the lanterns ended and the stars gradually set.
That night, Nie Qinghuan sat alone on the hillside where she and Fu Yuting often went, drinking strong wine, blowing the cold wind, and watching the moon and stars move in front of her.
There seemed to be only a hole left in her heart at the moment. The heart was numb from the pain, or... it must have been dead!
The mountain wind blew endlessly back and forth on the hole in her chest, unbridled, chilling to the core, and endless.
The wine in my hand was one glass after another, but it was tasteless, unable to be intoxicating, and could not take away the pain in my heart.
Tonight, some people are newlyweds, and some are cold in the wind.
In Nie Qinghuan's mind, she thought of the person she loved happily entangled with another person. She clenched her fists and just wanted to scream loudly.
But at this moment, she was in so much pain that she could no longer scream.
The tears in my eyes flowed silently and silently. The hot tears were dried by the wind, and then flowed out silently again. This went back and forth, and the pain was so extreme that it was difficult to breathe for a time.
She lowered her head, hugged her knees in loneliness, and began to sob.
She never knew that loving someone could be such a painful thing, so painful that it really felt like dying.
If she had known it early on, she would not have fallen in love. She would have cut off the love thread with her sword and never let it entangle herself.
She knew that her fate with him had finally come to an end, and she could no longer be entangled with him, and she would fall into mortal tribulation forever.
Fu Yuting and Hong Lu got married, which was the last straw for Nie Qinghuan. She knew that she could no longer stay in Yunya Sect, because every time she faced her senior brother, it was her pain.
This pain has been tormenting her for three months. She knew it was time to leave Yuezhao Mountain, otherwise this pain would torture her endlessly - until death!
