Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 240 - 218 If Not to Stay Together Forever
Chapter 240: Chapter 218: If Not to Stay Together Forever
Chapter 240 -218: If Not to Stay Together Forever
How could she not like him? Such a youth.
His appearance was her most favored type, neither too delicate and charming like Liu Semu, nor as resolute and upright as Yue Jiefei. Instead, there was a kind of soft, fresh beauty about him. Just a faint smile from him could easily dismantle the heavy gates guarding her heart.
Being attracted by looks was only the beginning. Initially, she only saw the beauty of his features, but as they spent more time together, she discovered his eyes—those eyes hid depths that were startling and immeasurable.
The way he mused, the way he smiled, the way he gazed intently at someone as if his eyes held a magical power that could draw out souls.
The initial heart-fluttering encounter, the serene and pleasant time spent together, the settling of confusion upon seeing him, finding courage in his presence when fearful, secretly rejoicing during the conversations—even when at first she regarded him as an enemy, she couldn’t help but admire his elegance and demeanor. Later, as she pieced together the events of the past through snippets from Tian Rujing, she realized she had somewhat misled herself; subconsciously, she did not wish for him to be an enemy.
No matter what dangers she faced, no matter the predicaments she fell into, he was always calm and collected. She envied that composure, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say there was a tinge of admiration.
Furthermore, Chu Yu silently searched for reasons in her heart and suddenly couldn’t help but laugh: What other reasons could there be? Because he is Rong Zhi.
Chu Yu liked Rong Zhi, liked him very much.
“I like you.”
“Hey, I like you.”
Rong Zhi stared blankly at Chu Yu, the gaze of the woman before him as clear and pure as water, as the sky, as all the transparent and pure things in the world, so refined and sincere. Something seemed to be gently rising in his heart. But Rong Zhi’s expression remained peaceful as the invisible hand in his heart gently turned, pressing down whatever it was. At this moment, he needed absolute calm.
He heard himself say slowly, “Not at all, not in the slightest.”
“Were all those words in the past, all lies to deceive me?”
“Yes, all lies.” He wouldn’t apologize, didn’t beg for forgiveness. He bore all actions alone, and if she held any grudges, she could retaliate at any time. He would be waiting.
Even though she had prepared herself, Chu Yu couldn’t help feeling heartbroken when she heard these words, as if someone had poked her heart with a tiny needle.
Then she closed her eyes, very nonchalantly, and smiled with a sense of relief: “Thank you.” Despite her sorrow, she still had to thank Rong Zhi for helping her sever the last thread of hope.
Rong Zhi could never fall in love with anyone; he was too rational, and love was an irrational emotion. With his meticulous calm always in control of the overall situation, how could he ever experience heart-fluttering feelings for someone?
If she had any hope of turning the situation around because Rong Zhi hated the Princess, or for any other reason, she might still have a chance. But none of these were true; he simply—had no feelings.
She initially liked him for his composure, but now, she was severing that fondness precisely because he was too composed.
Chu Yu’s reaction was beyond Rong Zhi’s expectations. After all, he had misled her with a false image initially, causing her to fall for him, a fact he wouldn’t deny. Therefore, he was ready to bear Chu Yu’s resentment. He had no fear of adding her to the list of those who loathed him.
But she didn’t!
Chu Yu sighed softly, turning her gaze to the side and looking at the snow-covered ground, noticing the smooth curve rising at the edge in the distance—the direction from which Hua Cuo had departed, the red figure long gone from sight. She and Hua Cuo were different. Hua Cuo was fiery and intense. Upon realizing she’d been deceived, used, or even betrayed, what was once profound affection would turn into towering hatred, expressed in the most vehement way.
But that wasn’t her reaction. Even if heartbroken, she wouldn’t lash out in anger or cursing, because beyond momentarily satisfying an urge to lash out, that wouldn’t be of any use.
Chu Yu looked at the vast horizon, feeling increasingly at ease. She thought that after such a delay, it was time to go. At that moment, she heard Rong Zhi’s hesitant voice: “You don’t hate me?”
Why was her reaction so calm? Why couldn’t he see even a hint of hatred in the depths of her eyes?
Chu Yu looked at him, gazing intently for a good while before she finally said, “Rong Zhi, I don’t hate you.”
Pausing, she gave a slight smile, a sad one, yet her eyes carried an utterly carefree and bright air, “I won’t seek revenge against you either.” She took a deep breath, sounding a bit resentful, “I feel I am quite unlucky. First, I died in a plane crash, then I finally got a chance to live again, only to end up in the body of a terrible princess, tasked with solving a whole bunch of her messy problems. I wasn’t a princess for long before the Emperor was overthrown, and then,” her voice suddenly softened, turning very gentle, “the first time I fell for someone, I fell for the wrong person.”
“But Rong Zhi,” Chu Yu slightly raised her chin, defiantly looking at him, “Rong Zhi, don’t underestimate me. Falling for you was my choice. The things you did may not have been very honorable, but thinking about your situation, I can understand. Since I inherited the identity of the Princess, taking over her messes is not such a big deal.”
Indeed, Rong Zhi, upon discovering she wasn’t Shan Yin’s Princess but still occupying the princess’s body for safety, occasionally flirted with that ambiguous line, such as reciting “Phoenix Courting the Phoenix,” or saying he’d never leave; but even without those, she would have fallen for Rong Zhi sooner or later, it was just a matter of timing.
Her fondness for him wasn’t because of how much he had sacrificed for her. Love isn’t a commodity; it can’t be bartered. She liked him simply because he was Rong Zhi.
Chu Yu looked at him, her gaze clear and decisive, “Falling for you was my choice, giving up the chance to go home and saving you was my choice, and leaving you today is still my choice.” Her eyes, like water, seemed to possess a sharp and powerful force, “I’m not begging you for anything, nor do I wish to exchange these actions for anything. Liking you is my own affair, and leaving you is my own affair as well.”
“If you don’t like me, then I simply won’t like you either. It’s that simple.”
Her tone was very light, neither intense nor lofty.
Her voice, naturally low and soft, now sounded as if it were hard jade striking crisply, each intonation decisively beautiful.
Feeling as though hit by a giant wave, Rong Zhi felt a slight dizziness.
Was it the sun that was too dazzling?
No, it was this woman before him, she was the one shining too brightly.
He could see through many people, but it was only now that he realized he had never truly seen through Chu Yu.
He never knew that she was such a person.
She spoke openly of liking, of being heartbroken, of taking responsibility, freely speaking of love and letting go, so unrestrained and free-spirited.
Completely different from Shan Yin’s Princess, and, indeed, different from all the people he had ever met.
She could let go of precious things without any desire for compensation; she sometimes did things that seemed foolish to others, but no one understood that she was merely being honest and firm with her heart.
For the first time, Rong Zhi found himself experiencing such a profound shock. Even when he first learned of Chu Yu’s real identity, it was nothing like this. Something inside him seemed to clash violently, as if something was slowly shattering.
He had ultimately misjudged her. She was entirely different from the Princess.
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In fact, the Princess had some similarities with him: both were the kind of people who, once they gave something, they expected something in return. Every action they took had a purpose, had conditions. But Chu Yu was different.
This woman was firm, gentle, vast, open-hearted, possessing an incredible purity and clarity. Her affection was equally forthright and unrestrained; once decided, liking was just liking. If rejected, she harbored no resentment.
Her sincerity never clung desperately; her affection never calculated; her letting go was so free-spirited.
How could there be someone like this in the world?
