Lowering her gaze, she stared quietly at her face, her long eyelashes trembling, like a butterfly that had flown into his heart, tickling his heartstrings. "Yaya, no matter what decision you make, I support you." Yun Ya took a step back, distancing herself from him, perfectly missing the fleeting look of loss in Qin Du’s eyes. "Thank you, Brother Ah Du." Qin Du smiled, wanting to ruffle her hair like when they were young, but Yun Ya deftly dodged his touch. Qin Du’s outstretched hand paused, suspended in mid-air. Then, as if nothing had happened, he withdrew it and slipped it into his pocket, smiling, "Yes, you have grown up, and I can’t ruffle my little sister’s hair like I used to." The girl he cherished harbored another boy in her heart, and there was no more despairing existence than that. But what could he do? Ten years hadn’t been enough to make someone fall in love with you, let alone another ten years. They say that companionship is the most enduring confession, which sounds romantic and touching, but who knows the bitterness and helplessness it contains? However, no matter how bitter or helpless, he would rather walk the road ahead alone, watching her be happy was his greatest happiness. "Do you want Aunt Die and dad to be together?" Qin Du unexpectedly changed the subject. Yun Ya glanced at him, "Don’t you want them to?" Qin Du, smiling, shook his head, "How could I not? Aunt Die is a good woman, having her by dad’s side to look after him would set my mind at ease." "So, you support them then?" Yun Ya asked, raising an eyebrow. Qin Du had some idea of Yun Ya’s thoughts, but he simply believed she wanted to bring the two together, so they wouldn’t be lonely in life. As for deeper motives, he neither guessed nor wanted to think about it. In his heart, Yun Ya was always kind and beautiful, just like the public image of Ji Yunya. He wouldn’t and didn’t want to taint his beloved girl with any malicious speculation. "If you believe it’s right, then it is right." Yun Ya frowned slightly, somewhat irked by this blind belief, even though it was for her. But in fact, she just didn’t want to admit to the guilt deep within her. "If I make a mistake, will you still think it’s right?" Yun Ya asked, looking into his eyes. Qin Du smiled, "If you’re wrong, I’ll pull you back onto the right path, or perhaps, make the mistake with you." No matter which path, I’ll be with you. Thɪs chapter is updated by novelꜰire.net "Brother Ah Du, you’re so good to me, your future girlfriend might get jealous." Yun Ya just wanted to remind him. Qin Du laughed it off, "If she can’t accept me doting on my sister , then such a girlfriend isn’t worth keeping." By defining himself as her brother, Yun Ya felt a sense of relief, and then silently scolded herself for being overly sentimental. "Thud" came a sound, as though something had fallen to the ground. Yun Ya looked at Qin Du and then hurried toward her room. Ji Die got up from the ground, covering her head. In reality, she wasn’t as drunk as she acted; the fall had sobered her up. "Aunt Die, are you alright?" Yun Ya walked in from outside the door, asking with concern. Ji Die shook her head and grimaced, "I’m fine." Yun Ya breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good." Remembering something, she then said, "I had Sister Chen make a sobering soup for you. Aunt Die, please take it to Uncle Qin." Upon saying this, her gaze fixed intently on Ji Die. Ji Die instinctively panicked a little, her first impulse being to refuse, but under Yun Ya’s gaze, she slowly lowered her head, her hands tugging at her skirt, murmuring softly, "Okay." Yun Ya smiled, came over to tidy her hair, straightened her shawl, and said softly, "Aunt Die, this is your chance, and Uncle Qin’s too." Yun Ya hugged her, "Aunt Die, please be happy." "Miss... I... I’m still nervous." It was only normal for a thirty-five-year-old virgin to be nervous. Yun Ya smiled and squeezed her hand, "There’s nothing to be nervous about, Aunt Die. You need to believe in yourself." Ji Die left, looking back every few steps, and at the door, she received the sobering soup from Sister Chen. Sister Chen stole a glance at her and muttered to herself before leaving. Standing at the door of Qin Zhuan’s room with the bowl in her hands, Ji Die took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and turned the doorknob. The room was pitch black, like a bottomless abyss drawing people in. Before stepping inside, Ji Die hesitated for a moment. But finally, she placed her lifted foot down. The moment you start hypnotizing yourself, a crack has already appeared on your heart, and it begins to tear more rapidly. Looking back is no longer an option. The door closed softly behind her. In the hallway, the light was dim, just like the night outside, cool as water. Yun Ya stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the sparse stars in the sky, and slowly closed her eyes. Ultimately unable to persuade herself, she turned and ran for the door. Just as she reached out to twist the knob, a hand landed before hers, successfully stopping her. "You did the right thing; the two of them only need to pierce through a paper window." That gentle voice sounded by her ear.