Maître de l'ambiguïté

Chapitre 69

Ye Chuhan stared blankly at the lotus flower locked to the stone chair. He seemed unable to understand what the lotus flower was saying, yet her tears fell so genuinely and passionately…

All of this...

What exactly happened...?

Ten years ago...

What happened ten years ago...

Ye Chuhan's heart seemed to have been suddenly struck.

His elegant eyes suddenly brightened, and he raised them to stare at the tear-streaked Lotus, his voice tightening imperceptibly, "You mean... ten years ago!"

Lotus looked up at him with tearful eyes.

The dazed look in Ye Chuhan's eyes slowly faded, leaving only a sharp, transparent gaze. He leaned down behind her, his long, cold hand still resting on her hair, while his head was buried deep in her soft, delicate neck.

Lotus's body suddenly stiffened.

He was actually chuckling softly.

Lotus heard him laughing, as if he had seen the most ridiculous thing in the world. He laughed so hard that his whole body trembled uncontrollably. His laughter grew louder and colder.

Faced with the sorrowful lotus, he actually laughed through his tears.

"To stay together until our hair turns white, never to turn our backs on each other..."

He raised his head from the warm crook of the lotus's neck, his charming eyes filled with an almost transparent moisture, like an alluring white mist, and his soft lips were full of tenderness.

"Lotus, so that's why you've stayed by my side for so many years!"

"..."

"But……"

Ye Chuhan slowly straightened up and stood behind her. Her gentle and enchanting voice was as light as a butterfly's wing, yet it struck Lotus's heart with extraordinary weight.

"Lotus, you're wrong... You'll soon realize that from the moment you stepped into the Tianshan Snow Gate three years ago, you made a mistake you can never undo in your lifetime—"

Ye Chuhan's eyes were cold and sharp!

Snap!

He casually struck the back of the stone chair she was sitting on with his palm, and the stone chair, locked with lotus flowers, slid straight forward along the stone ground at high speed under the force of his palm strike—

at the same time.

His snow-white sleeves rose silently, and the flame of a single lamp instantly transformed into several scattered clusters of flames, which flew to the various candles on the stone wall.

All the lights in the room were turned on.

The moment the lotus-shaped stone chair came to a stop, the dark room was suddenly illuminated by a burst of light.

The stone bench stopped abruptly!

It's like a deep, dark snow cave!

Before Lotus's eyes, the light was as bright as day. That instantaneous flash of brightness pierced deeply into her eyes, wounding her pupils and leaving a pain she could never forget for the rest of her life.

A figure was reflected in her pupils!

Lotus, chained to the stone chair, stared blankly ahead at the pale figure facing her, her shocked eyes revealing a transparent emptiness.

Her lips, soft as flower petals, lost their last trace of color, leaving only a breathtaking line of snow-white.

Ye Chuhan stood behind her.

He didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the flickering red candlelight. His handsome face, illuminated by the candlelight, resembled that of a cruel and indifferent demon from the underworld.

He opened his mouth and asked with a smile, "Now, do you understand?"

Lotus opened her eyes wide in despair. Her body trembled violently like a lost little animal, staring blankly ahead, more tears streaming down her face...

Facing her was a pale figure, also locked to a stone chair.

That person had the exact same face as Ye Chuhan, equally handsome beyond compare, with the same long, elegant eyes, and the same snow-white robes...

The only difference is Ye Chuhan's alluring charm and his gentle tranquility.

Inside the bright stone house, a pale man sat quietly on a stone chair, like a jade statue. His long, black hair cascaded down his white clothes like a flowing spring, while a gentle smile played on his lips.

His head was tilted slightly to one side, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep...

Ye Chuhan stood behind her, slowly turning her head to look at her and the other person sitting on the stone chair, her voice as cold as glass.

“He is my twin brother, Ye Chuxue. Nine years ago, he returned to Tianshan Xuemen from Jiangnan. I only used a small cup of poisoned wine to make him sleep here forever.”

moment.

Lotus had understood everything.

So it turns out... nine years ago, when he left her and never came back, it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because he could never return.