MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Chapter 476: Sinking

“It was sunny on April 3rd. Brother Mingxuan hates me and hates me. I felt so uncomfortable and cried all night.”

“It rained on July 12th. I gave the umbrella to brother Mingxuan, and brother Mingxuan gave it to the princess. I went home in the rain and had a high fever for three days.”

"It was a sunny day in early August. I seemed to be pushed forward, and I wanted to resist. But when I saw Brother Mingxuan, I couldn't help but give up."

“It’s sunny on September 22, and I can hear the sounds of everything in the world. At the same time, I also know that brother Mingxuan doesn’t love me.”

“It rains on September 23rd. It turns out this is what it feels like to cultivate immortality.”

 The wooden board was filled with the girl's thoughts. She inadvertently opened the door to practice and was gradually able to resist the force that pushed her.

 Until the age of fifteen.

“It rained heavily in early March. Wow, I seem to be... no longer driven by fate, I am free. I can no longer follow Wen Mingxuan..."

 After that, the Wen family was framed and the whole family was executed.

"I owe him what I owe him, and I have to spend this life repaying it." After the girl finished writing, she seemed to pause for a moment.

 The ink fell on the corner, leaving a thick stroke.

 She added a little bit.

“I was born and have been his puppet all my life. I am happy for him, angry for him, and feel the same for him.”

 “It took me fifteen years to break free, only to find…”

 “I seem to be tempted.”

“Every time my heart beats, it hurts so much. It seems like something is taking root in my heart.”

“My intuition tells me that if I fall in love with him, I will never recover.”

 “But I want to try it one last time.”

Dijun Junhua felt that his heart was tightly grasped by a pair of hands, tightening continuously.

He could hardly breathe.

"If you want to see it and look back on the past, then go ahead." Xiao Yu'er looked at it intently, with no emotion on his face.

 Calm as if it was not her past.

 Xiao Yuer stood straight behind Emperor Junhua.

The inner thoughts of young girls in those years were completely exposed.

 When the two of them stood at the foot of Luoshan Village, decades had passed since they left the village.

There is an old man telling stories under the big banyan tree, and a little child is holding grandma's hand and constantly asking: "Grandma, have you really seen a cultivator?"

 “Have the cultivators still lived in our house?”

"Grandma Cherry, is the immortal good-looking? What does he look like?" The little girl held the old man's hand and kept shaking it.

 Xiao Yu'er stood in the corner, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

 This is the granddaughter of Little Cherry.

Junhua took Xiao Yuer's hand and returned to their former home.

Even if someone takes care of it, a house that has been unoccupied for decades has finally failed.

 The red double happiness on the door has faded and turned white.

The wall that was built so hard back then is also loose and about to collapse.

The roofs that were repaired back then were all broken again.

 You can see the sun and moon when you raise your head.

The red silk has long been turned into rags and broken into pieces.

 The table and chairs were faded but still intact.

Junhua led Xiao Yuer into the new house.

 The little fish stopped outside the door.

He suddenly raised his hand and covered his heart.

Dijun Hua's eyes were slightly painful. Back then, he had killed the little fish who was waiting for her husband in the new house.

 The door creaked open.

On the table were fallen wine glasses and jugs, as well as a dusty dagger.

That dagger was the same one that Wen Mingxuan stabbed into Xiao Yuer's body.

Xiao Yuer closed his eyes slightly.

Dijun Junhua waved his sleeves, and the room suddenly changed.

The red tent is warm, the candles are brightly lit, and red double happiness is plastered everywhere. "Let's go back to the past, shall we?" The moment he pulled Xiao Yu'er into the room.

 The two of them put on the red wedding clothes of that year.

　　Back then, Xiao Yuer’s eyes were full of expectation and she was shyly waiting for her husband.

Today's Xiao Yu'er has a cold expression and no emotion.

 “Xiao Yu’er, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault.”

“I shouldn’t be so conceited in writing my fortune, I shouldn’t use my wife as a stepping stone, I shouldn’t be so conceited. As a result, you have been led by the fortune teller as a puppet for the past fifteen years.”

"I shouldn't have to uproot your love. I am responsible for all this."

 “Xiaoyu’er, shall we start from the beginning?”

“Xiaoyu’er, shall we start from the beginning?”

“Can I make up for all my mistakes again?”

Dijun Junhua raised his hand crazily and gently touched her cheek.

Xiao Yu'er just closed her eyes and sat on the embroidered bed, not even wanting to look at him.

"Xiao Yu'er, you were born without any love roots. For my sake, you are willing to have your love roots regenerate. You have loved me, right?"

"You are willing to regenerate your love for me. You have loved me, right?"

 “Let’s start over, shall we?”

 He looked at her humbly and foolishly.

Xiao Yu'er still closed his eyes and said in a calm tone: "Do you know? When the roots of love are reborn, you will suffer heartbreaking pain every day."

 “Until the roots of love break out of the ground and grow into a big tree in the sky.”

　　“I endure pain every day…”

 “That red bean is growing every day, and she is trying to love you...”

 “The day you get married is when the roots of love grow.”

"The moment the roots of love broke through the ground, you pushed the knife into your heart with your own hands and uprooted it."

 The red beans withered and died instantly.

 “I have loved you. But I am also heartbroken because of you.”

"Emperor, you are a **** who upholds the laws of the divine world. You understand better than anyone else that as the law of heaven, you should not have personal relationships. Now that the personal relationship is over, emperor, you should be happy."

 “This is what you have been looking forward to, isn’t it?”

"Now, you are not Wen Mingxuan, and I am not Jiang Xiaoyu. We have all returned to our own places." Xiao Yu'er's tone was calm, not even hateful.

Dijun Junhua looked at her blankly.

 “I wish you hated me.”

 “You hate me, at least you still have me in your heart.” She didn’t even hate me, just like...

 Have never been in love.

 “I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it…”

"Xiao Yu'er, I don't believe it." At this moment, Emperor Junhua's eyes were red, and there was a faint light flowing in his eyes.

"You still love me, right? Are you just angry with me?"

His inner demon has not been eliminated. He dreams about Xiao Yuer every day, making it difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality.

 He let her fall into a dream, he was already possessed by love.

"Xiao Yu'er... look at me, Xiao Yu'er..." Emperor Junhua knelt down in front of Xiao Yu'er, and the two sat on the bed facing each other.

 He raised his hand and gently untied Xiao Yu'er's clothes.

The long skirt slowly slid down.

Smooth and delicate shoulders were exposed, as white as jade, with a hint of danger under the candlelight.

His breath fell on Xiao Yu'er's ear: "Xiao Yu'er, look at me." The voice was full of pleading, and he was begging for mercy.

 There was a flash of struggle in his eyes.

 But Xiao Yu'er still kept his eyes closed, and soon his mind was occupied by his inner demon again.

He looked at Xiao Yu'er's face almost infatuatedly, gently stroking the cheek that made him think of being possessed.

 (End of this chapter)