Fell In Love With My Older Sister’s Friend - Chapter 68

Xu Luwei merely offered a faint smile, and Yi Liang’s heart sank a little, and then a little more.

She was too familiar with Xu Luwei’s expression, not because of their past physical intimacy, but because of her days of careful observation during their separation.

Xu Luwei’s expressions were not very lively or rich, so she recalled them night after night, finally discerning the deep affection in Xu Luwei’s every smile, frown, and glance.

The more clearly she understood, the more regret she felt.

She only thought Xu Luwei didn’t want her anymore, never considering that the woman who seemed so capable and composed in the professional world also had too much pressure to overcome.

The six-year gap had made Xu Luwei’s expression restrained and introverted, unlike her own uninhibited and fiery nature.

It was her younger age that made her fall for her, and also her younger age that led to the defeat.

Yi Liang stared at Xu Luwei distractedly, her voice trembling, yet she still managed a firm smile: “I think so.”

There was no reason why, this had to be the answer. Only if it was this answer could it prove that she still had a place in your heart.

I still have a chance, Jiejie (older sister/term of endearment).

Looking at Yi Liang’s desolate expression, Xu Luwei felt a pang, a touch of reluctance, but her face remained calm and unruffled.

It had been too long she shouldn’t need to feel sad anymore.

Besides, they were adults, how much could there be to reminisce about? What was missed was missed; there would be another relationship.

Only naive children, infatuated, would repeatedly fixate on the same person.

Even if this person was someone she had personally let go of.

Yi Liang’s body shivered, but her back was ramrod straight. She hadn’t even had time to change, still wearing the “nightclub girl” style bold and dark, which suited her temperament.

The silver bells on her wrist kept chiming, as if to remind her of something, to move her heart.

Xu Luwei said lightly, “Take the bells off, there’s no need for them.”

With that, she gently closed the door, only instructing Xu Luzhi to sleep early and not wander off, not sparing an extra glance for Yi Liang.

Xu Luzhi wanted to say something more, but there was no opportunity. She just felt a sense of relief in her heart, comforted by her sister’s wise decisiveness.

Her gaze shifted to Yi Liang, intending to lecture her a bit more, but she saw that the person who was just aggressive and overbearing was now slowly lowering her head, her phoenix eyes filling up slowly, completely, with tears.

It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but Xu Luzhi knew because she saw a spot on the carpet beneath Yi Liang’s feet slowly getting wet.

Tears dropped one by one onto the carpet. The girl’s back shook silently, crying suppressed and restrained, not wanting to make a fool of herself.

Xu Luzhi instead felt a surge of sympathy. Since Xu Luwei no longer cared about her, Yi Liang was not an enemy, but just an ordinary girl.

A girl who was sad and hurt because the person she liked had rejected her.

Xu Luzhi spontaneously felt a sense of kinship. She hesitated, wanting to walk over and offer a few words of comfort, but then she saw Yi Liang suddenly turn around, her eyes deep.

Like a wolf that had been lying dormant in the dark for a long time.

A trace of fear arose in Xu Luzhi’s heart for the calm expression on Yi Liang’s face, like the brewing before a storm. She didn’t know what extreme action the wayward Yi Liang might take.

Hit her? Commit suicide on the spot? Or perhaps a huge loud scene?

Xu Luzhi took a deep breath, standing motionless in place, quietly waiting for the outcome.

She was Xu Luwei’s sister she couldn’t lose in terms of presence, she remembered that.

After waiting for a long time, the expected outcome never arrived.

Yi Liang stood quietly in front of her for a long time. Finally, she raised her eyes firmly, her vision blurry with tears, and said something in a low voice.

Xu Luzhi didn’t hear clearly and instinctively asked back, “What did you say?”

The person dressed as a delinquent girl retracted all her aggressive aura and managed a smile that was almost pleading: “Can you help me pass a message to her?”

Xu Luzhi wanted to say, “On what grounds should I help you?” but finally, her gaze fixed on the silver bells on her wrist, and she cautiously replied, “That depends on what the message is.”

Anything too explicit, it’s better not to say it.

The hour hand turned half a notch. Yi Liang left in a mess, like a sparrow with a soaked tail feather. Xu Luzhi was stunned for a moment, then chose to send a text message to Xu Luwei. Afterwards, she hugged the pillow she was holding tightly and walked alone across the layers of carpet, wanting to reach Lin Qingyue’s side as quickly as possible.

Having witnessed such a scene, she intensely, intensely wanted to hold Lin Qingyue in her arms, to inhale the sweet scent from her sister’s body to feel settled.

She wanted to quickly prove with practical actions that she was completely different from the thoughtless Yi Liang.

Xu Luwei sat quietly on the edge of the bed. In front of her was a large floor to ceiling window with the curtains wide open, offering views of the sea everywhere.

Under the faint moonlight, the beach was gentle and calm. The waves advanced and retreated slowly, softly caressing the reefs, constantly making light collision sounds.

Waves are not physical entities after all; they shatter upon touch, breaking into thousands of tiny water droplets, only to quickly re-coalesce and continue their tireless surge, wave after wave.

Xu Luwei’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly. She watched the sea view calmly for a while, finally biting her lower lip lightly.

Amidst the sound of the waves, the force on the little toy in her hand was so great that she could hardly hold it. In a daze, she felt like she was one of those reefs, being tossed up and then falling.

But it was just a physiological sensation, only a few minutes of stimulation, ultimately returning to numbness.

Xu Luwei turned off the button without looking; the object in her hand immediately fell silent, and her numb body was finally able to rest for a short while.

In the dead of night, ordering delivery like this was just a sudden whim. She wasn’t ashamed of it, but she knew that if this got out, it wouldn’t sound good at all.

But perhaps the night breeze by the sea was too gentle, or perhaps she was stimulated by Xu Luzhi and Lin Qingyue, or maybe the sound of the silver bells in her ears while half-asleep in any case, being in a place far from home allowed her to escape the gaze of others.

Indulging for a night under the cover of darkness likely wasn’t a big problem.

She just hadn’t expected to see the aggressive young girl again on a small island in a foreign country.

Her eyes were as bright as ever, but her tone carried a bit of cautiousness. She didn’t know how much effort it took for her to find this place under the guise of delivering takeout.

Just to see her one more time.

Xu Luwei let out a silent, soft laugh, indescribably ironic. Moonlight spilled down, her two snow-white legs crossed lightly, without any concealment. The long tassels hanging from her nightgown faintly brushed against the bend of her legs, bringing a slight itch.

She had been so resolute when throwing a tantrum back then, and now she was trying every means to make her look back.

Even if she looked back, what then?

They were ultimately unsuitable. Yi Liang was worldly and righteous, bold and heroic a typical person of the common folk whereas she was dignified and elegant, burdened by family responsibilities, one could say she was the eldest daughter of the Xu family.

Family background and status were just external factors more importantly, it was the perspective brought by one’s family background.

Yi Liang couldn’t understand why she couldn’t spend a fortune to slap the entire company in the face like in the novels, just as she couldn’t understand why Yi Liang couldn’t study properly and had to work selling things on the street.

Each had their own compelling reasons (compulsions/necessities), and their brief, reckless encounters were only due to the purest, most primitive attraction.

Although it was hard to admit, Xu Luwei had to concede that the body of someone barely eighteen, overflowing with passion and vitality, was indeed a massive attraction for her.

She even finally couldn’t resist and ordered the small prop she had used before, hoping to replicate a moment of delirious entanglement.

She still remembered this unremarkable little thing, which, when manipulated by Yi Liang, could easily make her lose her senses. Tonight, although it was still decent, it ultimately carried restraint.

For over twenty years, she had restrained herself enough.

Xu Luwei rose, her gaze slowly dropping its melancholy, and she calmly shook her head before getting up to wash.

As she passed the trash can, she casually tossed the little item inside without any hesitation.

If it wasn’t useful, there was no need to keep it.

If there was no need to keep it, there was no need to feel sad.

She hoped Yi Liang could also understand this.

After showering, Xu Luwei lay down on the large bed, feeling somewhat tired, and instinctively picked up her phone to check messages.

Zhizhi was not asleep yet. Half an hour ago, she had sent her a short message with just a few words: “She said, the one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.”

Xu Luwei’s eyes widened, a moment of blankness in her gaze. After a while, she remembered—it was because of what she had said to Yi Liang.

Telling her there was no need to wear the bells all day, jingling about, which made her instantly recognizable.

Yi Liang was indeed obedient, but stubbornly insisted that Xu Luwei must take them off for her personally.

For the sake of a so-called sense of ritual, or perhaps to create one more chance to meet.

Xu Luwei smiled silently. She was, after all, too young, always stubbornly trying to hold onto something, refusing to admit loss.

Always believing that one more meeting, one more meeting would bring a chance, that pursuing her again could make someone change their mind.

Reality was far more complicated than that; what’s lost shouldn’t be expected to return.

After careful thought, Xu Luwei still replied: “Tell her to come find me tomorrow.”

Ultimately, she was twenty-four, and Yi Liang was eighteen. At least she should use some moral principle to properly bid Yi Liang farewell.

She hoped the girl who believed in fighting through every obstacle would stop fixating on her.

Xu Luzhi finally reached Lin Qingyue’s door. After a moment of hesitation, she entered the secret code that Lin Qingyue had given her during the day.

The door opened immediately. She gently turned the handle, and before seeing anyone, called out, “Jiejie.”

A very soft and gentle greeting, enough for Lin Qingyue to recognize her, and unlikely to disturb Lin Qingyue’s sleep.

There was no response. Xu Luzhi tiptoed in stealthily, gently closing the door. The room was dark and silent, with only a small wall lamp by the head of the bed casting a warm yellow glow.

It seemed to have been left there specifically for her.

In the past, Xu Luzhi might have hesitated about whether to go back to her own room, but after witnessing those events just now, she unhesitatingly chose to stay.

She had to stay by her sister’s side, to smell her sister’s scent to feel safe.

She discerned Lin Qingyue’s location by the faint light, crept to the other side of the large bed, and then, with the lightest possible force, lifted a corner of the quilt.

Tentatively, she placed the bolster she was holding inside.

Xu Luzhi held her breath, nervously awaiting the result. She saw dark hair cascading over the white pillow. The woman sleeping soundly on the bed seemed to sense something, lazily turning over.

Her snow-white arms rested outside the quilt, her hands feeling their way inward. After a moment, she pulled the bolster into her embrace.

Xu Luzhi’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Looking at the faint smile on Lin Qingyue’s lips, she almost suspected she was pretending to be asleep.

Or perhaps, subconsciously sensing that the little one had arrived, she was pulling her in for a hug?