SM Chapter 67

Chapter 67: The Moon’s Book, The Red Thread “But in the end, I realized it could only be me…”

Zhu Shihao’s fingers trembled, the tips of the fingers holding the phone grazed her cheek, clearly smooth from trimming, yet inexplicably giving off a sharp sensation. Her other hand unconsciously clenched the quilt.

Her throat felt tight, she took a breath and slowly exhaled: “Yes, it’s him.”

It was Tan Zhi Xu who, after repeatedly questioning but failing to get an answer from her, reported her with the love letter.

Unable to fully empathize, even just thinking about it superficially, Zhu Suiyi felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She couldn’t imagine the kind of emotions, whether stagnant or turbulent, that Zhu Shihao, as the person involved, was experiencing.

However, the most crucial part of this matter wasn’t even that.

Once she accepted that the object of the love letter was Tan Zhi Xu, Zhu Suiyi understood that this matter could never be concluded so easily with just that self-criticism.

“After he found out, you wouldn’t let this misunderstanding linger between you two, so you would definitely tell him in the end.”

Her heart tightened with her thoughts, she continued to analyze based on her understanding of her younger sister.

“And then Shihao? There was no change in your relationship, neither closer nor more distant, so why didn’t you tell him?”

With a light sigh, she couldn’t help but admit that Zhu Suiyi really understood her sister.

Back when Tan Zhi Xu saw the draft of the love letter, Zhu Shihao, faced with his overly unhappy mood, chose to remain silent for the time being.

But she was unwilling, and would never allow the person she liked to misunderstand her, hence the formal version in the pink envelope.

But alas, she ultimately didn’t tell him.

She didn’t speak, but Zhu Suiyi unusually and persistently pressed for an answer.

“Why? Does he like someone else?”

Zhu Shihao paused, answering with a question: “Why couldn’t it be that I confessed and was rejected?”

Zhu Suiyi didn’t even think before blurting out: “How is that possible? First of all, after being rejected, it would still be impossible to act so naturally as if the atmosphere hadn’t changed at all. Secondly, Zhi Xu would never reject you like that…”

The last sentence was almost inaudible by the last word.

She probably knew why.

“See, you understand too, right? Regardless of whether Zhi Xu likes me or not, he wouldn’t reject me according to his own feelings. But, Suiyi, I don’t want anything that’s forced or reluctantly accepted.”

Zhu Shihao’s lips were curved up, and there was a smile on her face, but looking closely, one couldn’t see any hint of laughter in her eyes.

Even though she had unburdened herself of many things after confiding in Tan Zhi Xu on the day they got together, it didn’t include that love letter that she never even delivered. Whenever she thought of it, that sad and confused feeling from the beginning would still surge up like a tide, submerging her throat.

She didn’t mention Tan Zhi Xu’s voice over the school broadcast that evening, this reason alone was enough to convince Zhu Suiyi.

Sure enough, after a long silence, Zhu Suiyi’s voice finally came through the earpiece: “Shihao…”

Calling her name, she seemed to not know what to say, or perhaps she had too much to say and was hesitating.

That proud, decisive, gentle, and pure Zhu Shihao could never accept such a “togetherness”, nor would she let herself become the culprit who made Tan Zhi Xu struggle and eventually settle with silence.

“Suiyi, don’t worry, and don’t be sad.”

“Don’t you always say that Zhi Xu single-handedly raised my standards for finding a boyfriend? See, everyone knows that Zhi Xu is very good to me.”

The one who should be feeling sad was now comforting someone else.

Zhu Shihao’s eyes were filled with a clear light, her gentleness even more so than crushed white moonlight, as if only these eyes could contain all the world’s repressed and restless emotions.

“I’m fine, I’ve always been fine, from the past until now. Besides, we’re already together, aren’t we? Regardless of who liked whom first, I can be sure that Zhi Xu loves me very much, no less than I love him.”

That was true, Zhu Suiyi could not deny how good Tan Zhi Xu was to her sister, no matter how much she felt sorry for her sister. His character had never been doubted, entrusting Zhu Shihao to him was the most reassuring choice for everyone in the Zhu family.

Besides, she believed that Tan Zhi Xu was completely unaware. If he had known even a hint, he would never have handed the love letter to Mrs. Liu in the first place. As for hurting Zhu Shihao, while the sadness was undeniable, it was impossible not to acknowledge that it was an unintentional mistake.

Because of the overly intertwined and close connection between the two, Zhu Suiyi quickly completed the process of self-persuasion.

“Alright, you know, I’ve always been on your side.”

Regardless of whether it was Tan Zhi Xu or their parents on the other side.

Zhu Suiyi shrugged and changed the subject, she reminded: “I originally thought that Mom and Dad wouldn’t be a big problem, but now it seems there are still issues. After Mom understands that the object of your unforgettable love letter is Zhi Xu, I’m afraid she won’t be too happy about your relationship.”

Turning her face to look at Jia Jia, who was sleeping soundly with rosy cheeks, she had already changed her position, nestling next to her mother and sleeping sideways at the junction of the big bed and the spliced bed, a strange and exaggerated posture, but an especially adorable appearance.

Now that she was a mother herself, she understood her mother’s concerns about her child’s love life.

She was afraid that she wouldn’t love the other person, and she was afraid that she would love the other person too much.

The pink bubbles in her heart floated away, her breathing slowed, Zhu Shihao pursed her lips, she naturally knew, which was also why she didn’t want to immediately tell her family at first.

“I know, but…” The voice she spoke was much calmer than the ups and downs in her heart, but before she could finish speaking, she saw the bathroom door open, “Zhi Xu is here, I won’t talk to you anymore, you go to sleep early.”

Watching the phone being hung up neatly, Zhu Suiyi, who didn’t even have time to open her mouth, stared at the profile picture as if she could stare a flower out of it.

Tan Zhi Xu heard the second half of the sentence, and wiped his wet hair with a towel, his movements casual and a bit carelessly rough.

“Who were you talking to?”

He asked casually, picked up the phone on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed, tapping the screen with one hand while pressing the other on his head.

Zhu Shihao sat up, kneeling and moving over, taking the towel from his hand behind his back: “Suiyi, she’s settling accounts with me.”

Releasing the hand pressing on the towel, her movements were much gentler, not like she was wiping water, more like she was enjoying it.

Hearing this, Tan Zhi Xu recalled what Zhu Suiyi had said before leaving last night, there was indeed such a thing.

He chuckled lightly: “Sister Yi will help us, right?”

Zhu Shihao paused slightly, taking advantage of the blind spot behind him, she didn’t even manage her expression, only her tone was soft: “Yes, just a bit gossipy.”

Smiling wryly, Tan Zhi Xu didn’t doubt this.

After replying to Ah Dong and Li Chennan’s messages, he put down his phone, quietly enjoying her service for about three or four minutes before raising his hand to grasp her wrist.

“Alright, don’t tire yourself out, don’t let your wrist ache later.”

Being stopped, Zhu Shihao wanted to continue, but her wrist moved and couldn’t move, so she couldn’t help but lower her eyes to look at the muscles bulging on his arm with his movement, secretly muttering in her heart, it wasn’t for nothing that he exercised. She protested against this unwarranted accusation.

“I’m not, don’t slander me, I’m not that delicate.”

Not being able to see his expression, a short chuckle was clearly transmitted into her ears.

Zhu Shihao instinctively followed the sound and lowered her head, the next second, the wrist being held was pulled without warning, and a small exclamation escaped her lips as she leaned down with the force.

A large hand supported her waist, Tan Zhi Xu half-turned and raised his head to accurately kiss her lips, not a particularly lingering kiss, basically just covering and lightly sucking before leaving.

“Yes, you’re not delicate, I just can’t bear it.”

Zhu Shihao’s fingertip landed on his lips, her mouth curving up, her eyebrows and eyes curved: “You’re so good at sweet-talking now, Zhi Xu.”

Tan Zhi Xu raised an eyebrow, also raising the corners of his mouth, his expression casual, his tone also lazy, but his gaze was enough to drown her in it.

“That’s not it, I’ve always been like this, not good at sweet-talking, but only good at coaxing you.”

Zhu Shihao pinched his face, her smile even brighter.

Tan Zhi Xu had always looked indifferent and unapproachable since he was a child. He never needed the ability to sweet-talk, because he simply wouldn’t coax people, except for one person.

He pecked her lips again, each touch fleeting.

“That’s not right either, Shihao, I’ve never been coaxing you.”

He was just saying the most sincere thoughts in his heart, no matter when, he only hoped that she would be happy and smile beautifully.

“Yes, I know.” Zhu Shihao lay on his back, hugging him from behind, her cheek rubbing against his face, “Actually, I’m not easy to coax, but I listen to you the most.”

Not looking at the corners of his mouth that were raised, his response was really cold.

Fortunately, they both understood each other well enough, these obscure and tortuous deep meanings and true intentions could be firmly captured by the other.

Everyone said that Tan Zhi Xu was too good to Zhu Shihao, excessively so.

She always just smiled at this, behind her never denying it was her knowing clearly that she was Tan Zhi Xu’s exception.

…At most, she was just unsure what kind of exception she was before.

But she had never doubted Tan Zhi Xu’s kindness to her.

And Tan Zhi Xu also knew clearly that behind Zhu Shihao’s gentle, intellectual, and easy-going nature, she was actually more stubborn than ninety percent of people, she was so decisive that once she made a decision, she would never turn back.

At this time, only Tan Zhi Xu could persuade Zhu Shihao, who was stubbornly silent.

He was blow-drying his hair, not using Zhu Shihao’s help, but only making it clear that he wanted her to keep him company.

Zhu Shihao sat on the marble countertop, with a towel under her buttocks, propping herself up with her hands, her slender but shapely legs swinging comfortably.

“Oh my, why are you so good to me?”

The white noise of the hair dryer wasn’t too loud or too soft, but her voice was always alerted by him, clear and melodious, directly cutting through the wind and drilling into his ears.

Tan Zhi Xu squinted at her, his gaze pausing on her smiling face.

“Because you’re like a flower, I want you to bloom even more beautifully and brightly, full of vitality like that.”

While speaking, the hand he was moving paused, feeling the hair that was already eighty or ninety percent dry, and he simply turned off the hair dryer.

His large palm landed on her cheek, easily cupping her entire side face, his thumb stroking the corner of her lips.

“I didn’t have the intention to pick this flower before, I just wanted to take care of her, but in the end, I realized that I could only pick this flower myself.”

Zhu Shihao tilted her head and asked him: “Pick it? It would hurt, right.”

His expression was indifferent, but a hint of gentleness appeared between his brows: “Yes, poor expression, it’s not picking it, it’s watering and fertilizing it.”

His large hand slowly moved up on her face, his thumb pressing on the corner of her eye.

“Shihao, I still just want to take care of you.”

Watching you bloom, watching you be beautiful, watching you sway happily in the breeze, the spring rain, and the sunshine.

Zhu Shihao raised her hand and touched his hair, his hairstyle was blown very casually, matching his excellent handsome face added a bit of youthful energy, elegant and unrestrained, and also brought the indifference and casualness he had since he was young.

She looked at him with a smile, her bright eyes full of him, and only him, her red lips slightly opened, the words she spoke were particularly meaningful.

“How are you going to take care of me?”

Her fingers lightly touched the open collar of his bathrobe, shaking slightly, her fingertips felt the warm and firm touch, Zhu Shihao smiled charmingly, moving his heart.

“Zhi Xu, how are you going to water and fertilize me?”

Lowering his eyes to look at her restless feet, the rounded, full toes were more flawless than white jade.

After admiring them for a while, Tan Zhi Xu met her gaze, the love and desire in his eyes gradually surged, thick and dripping, the arc of his mouth rose.

Putting the hair dryer to the side, he turned on the faucet, pressed the shampoo, and rubbed out white bubbles.

His deep, magnetic voice accompanied the sound of water.

“I have to see how much water the little flower has first.”

Water droplets slipped past his well-defined fingers, gathering at the fingertips, and then dripping down, the boundary between cold and hot was clear, but it also seemed not so clear.

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