Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 241 - 219 Indifferent I Shall Rest
Chapter 241: Chapter 219: Indifferent, I Shall Rest
Chapter 241 -219: Indifferent, I Shall Rest
What she insisted on was not the greatest benefit, nor the notion that one must do something if it brings advantages. There are things that she knew would harm her own interests, but as long as she wished to do them, she would certainly go ahead.
Perhaps in the eyes of many smart people, she was extremely foolish, but Chu Yu herself didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. If she had to calculate every matter based on gain and loss, then she wouldn’t be Chu Yu, but Rong Zhi instead.
Rong Zhi looked at Chu Yu and fell into a long silence.
She could follow his steps and jump off a cliff, sacrifice the chance to reunite with her family to save him, but after nearly giving her all, she could still retreat so cleanly and freely.
Giving up is not such a simple matter. Love is a gamble. Some come back full-handed, others lose everything. The more one bets, the harder it is to accept walking away with nothing. Not everyone can pick up and let go easily; it requires a resolute and decisive character, as well as a philosophically clear and profound wisdom.
Rong Zhi thought Chu Yu would ask for something. It wasn’t that he thought human nature was so bad, but rather it was a common inference that, after pouring in so much emotion, who could truly be without care?
——Not everyone can, like him, control everything with rationality.
Feelings are not a math problem, where two minus one equals one, thinking you can just subtract and cleanly reduce it. With such deep affections, how much resolute courage does it take to completely sever them?
He couldn’t feel it, nor could he estimate it.
Chu Yu gave Rong Zhi a slight smile. The sword she had been holding suddenly lifted and cut towards her own neck. Her action was completely unforeseen, without any previous indication of suicidal intent, yet now she acted as if without hesitation.
Rong Zhi, startled by her action, urgently wanted to stop her, but at this moment his strength was depleted again. Barely lifting his foot, his knees buckled, and he knelt on one knee, only able to watch Chu Yu place the sword at her neck.
Chu Yu looked at Rong Zhi, a mischievous smile emerging on her lips. Smilingly, and somewhat teasingly, she said, “Why are you kneeling for me? No need for formalities, please rise.” While speaking, she loosened her hair bun, allowing the black locks to fall.
Not long after arriving here, Chu Yu had found Shan Yin’s Princess’s hair to be too long and had once cut it herself. After a few months, it had grown some and now softly fell over her shoulders. She casually grabbed a strand of hair and slashed across it with her sword.
Black hair is a thread of sentiment; she was cutting her hair to sever those sentiments, to show her determination.
However, a small accident occurred a moment later…
Chu Yu held her hair in one hand and the sword in the other, sawing back and forth with effort. After several attempts, Chu Yu realized she had overestimated the sharpness of the sword; it wasn’t just difficult to kill, even cutting a few strands of hair required considerable effort. After sawing for some time, she had only managed to cut about a dozen strands.
Could it be that the bundle of hair she had grabbed was too thick to cut through? Chu Yu thought for a bit and separated a thinner strand of hair. Initially, she had grabbed at least a few hundred strands, but this smaller strand counted for only about twenty or thirty…
She should be able to cut through now.
Chu Yu thought satisfactorily, swung the sword, and hoped to achieve a clean cut—
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“Ah!” Before the blade even touched the hair she intended to cut, Chu Yu felt a pain on her scalp as if someone was tugging hard on a strand, but upon closer inspection, she found that when she had separated a small strand of hair earlier, she had accidentally caught some adjacent strands on the sword hilt. Chu Yu’s hair bun had been quite complex and started to knot and tangle as it came undone, and now it was tangled together.
She wanted to quickly untangle it, but the lump she had inadvertently caught was at the back of her head. Turning her head to look would make that strand of hair also move with the sword, and in her flurry, she just couldn’t get it down.
Chu Yu was both pained and embarrassed. She had originally wanted to play it cool in front of Rong Zhi, to show that if she wasn’t welcomed here, she would simply find another place where she would be. Essentially saying, “You don’t like me? Well, I don’t fancy you either.” But she hadn’t anticipated making such a blunder due to her lack of experience.
Even Rong Zhi, whose heart was as hard as iron and as cold as ice and snow, couldn’t help but crack a grin upon seeing Chu Yu in such a state. After taking a moment to compose himself, he stood up again, approached her, and said, “Princess, let me help you.”
Chu Yu’s face was turned to the side, caught by her hair, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a white figure come up beside her. Then, she felt a hand circle around from the back of her head, gently supporting her other temple. Her body stiffened for a moment, but she quickly relaxed and allowed Rong Zhi to do as he would.
Rong Zhi took Chu Yu’s hand that held the sword and slightly twisted it, exerting a little force to cut off the entangled strand of hair. He glanced at Chu Yu casually, only to see the woman who had just made a strong proclamation in front of him, now with a flushed face—half from pain and half from embarrassment. Her eyes were glistening, her lips pressed so tightly they almost turned white. She looked unexpectedly adorable.
He knew she was never meant to be a hero; if it were a chivalrous woman, such an act would be common. But she wasn’t, and it was for this reason that her actions impressed him all the more.
Rong Zhi blinked, suddenly stopping his movement. Something inside him softened subtly—a sly entity seemed to have made its way through the cracks of a hard shell.
Just as the cut strand of hair gently fell into the wide sleeve of his robe.
“So, so embarrassing…” Chu Yu thought, her eyes brimming with tears. She had always thought those heroines who cut their hair to signify the end of a relationship, then left with a dramatic flourish in TV dramas and novels, were so cool. Now that her own moment had come, she ended up being the butt of a joke in front of Rong Zhi.
However…
Her vision was hazy, but the white robe in the corner of her sight was so vivid it seemed as though it would sear itself into her heart. Even though she had resolved to completely give up on him, it was not so easy to cut ties just like that. Being so close, hearing his warm breath beside her ear, her heart couldn’t help but race, even if unwillingly.
Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, let go of her hand and stepped back. After a pause, he said softly, “Done.”
Chu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, carefully moving the sword away from her hair. She mentally bolstered herself from the embarrassment and tried to recover her composure. She then adopted a martial attitude and fist saluted Rong Zhi, “Since we’ve broken ties, we should part ways here. We leave each other to the vastness of the hills and rivers, with no promise of a next meeting.” Her heart felt a bit of loss. She wanted to feel cool and determined after cutting her hair and just dropping it on the ground, and then saying these words with great presence. But now, she could only struggle to regain a bit of dignity.
After speaking, she walked back quickly to rejoin Huan Yuan and called out to everyone to get in the carriage, urging Amman to drive off quickly.
Three people sat inside the spacious carriage, Chu Yu, Huan Yuan, and the pitifully huddled You Lan in the corner. Amman and Liu Sang were leading the carriage from the front. They had left Jiankang City with so many people, and yet, within the span of just one night, they had dwindled to this. Chu Yu composed herself, musing that such dispersion of companions was simply the way of the world, yet she couldn’t help feeling a touch of melancholy.
Looking up to meet Huan Yuan’s worried gaze, Chu Yu smiled at him and said, “What’s the matter? I’ve finally escaped misery; you should be happy for me…” Her voice began to wane, and she sighed, “I admit, I still harbor residual feelings. After all, letting go is not so easy. But now that I’ve lost hope, given enough time, what in this world cannot be forgotten?”
She wasn’t worried at all that she wouldn’t be able to let go of Rong Zhi. Time is the most fearsome black hole, quietly devouring everything in its path.
Huan Yuan watched her closely, noting the wetness at the corners of her eyes but also the spirited brightness between her brows. Convinced she was speaking truthfully, he relaxed and changed the subject instead of dwelling on it. “Princess… Chu Yu, what are your plans for the future?” he asked.
Chu Yu thought for a moment, then replied, “I’m not sure where to go just yet. What do you think?”
Huan Yuan contemplated briefly before saying, “We’ve incurred Zong Yue’s displeasure today. He’s unlikely to let us off easily. How about we head north? No one there knows you… Chu Yu. What do you think?” When he had been planning his own escape routes, he had focused on that country to the north, because it was beyond the reach of the Southern Dynasty.
Chu Yu responded with a smile, “Alright, let’s go to Northern Wei as you suggest!”
Let’s go! To Northern Wei!
