Chapter 47: Meeting (2)

Seeing Ji Siyu’s information, Chen Chuan couldn’t help but sigh in his heart:

"As expected of the Reincarnation of a God Emperor. After Awakening a Divine Grade Spiritual Root, this Cultivation speed is truly terrifying."

If he didn’t have the pay-to-win System, the greatest cheat, he probably wouldn’t even have the qualification to catch up to this God Emperor who was destined to return to the Peak.

At this time, the two sisters outside the door also seemed to have gathered enough courage.

Ji Siyu’s clear, cold eyes stared intently at the courtyard gate, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyes quickly turned red, brimming with tears.

Her excited yet infinitely aggrieved and expectant look was enough to soften the heart of any iron-hearted man.

Ji Qingyu also nervously clutched the corner of her clothes, her eyes filled with complexity.

Chen Chuan retracted his Eye of Wisdom, and his face returned to being as calm as still water.

He stood up and walked slowly to the gate. He didn’t open it but just spoke through the door.

He asked in a flat, emotionless voice, "Who is outside?"

His voice suddenly rang out, startling the two women outside.

Ji Siyu trembled all over, as if struck to the heart by this voice she had been longing for.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady, but it still carried a hint of a sob:

"Chen, Chen Chuan, it’s me, Siyu."

Creak.

Chen Chuan pulled open the courtyard gate and appeared at the entrance, blocking most of the doorway.

He scanned the two women with a calm gaze, as if looking at two strangers, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

"It’s you." His tone was indifferent. "What do you want with me?"

Seeing his cold attitude, Ji Siyu felt a sharp pain in her heart, and the thousands of words she had prepared seemed to get stuck in her throat.

She took a step forward, looking up at Chen Chuan’s familiar yet somewhat strange face, tears finally rolling uncontrollably in her eyes:

"Chen Chuan, I..."

"If there’s nothing else, please leave," Chen Chuan interrupted her.

His voice was icy:

"There has long been no relationship between us."

"You also received that divorce letter. From now on, our marriages and lives have nothing to do with each other."

"In the future, it’s better not to disturb each other."

He paused, his mouth curling into a mocking arc. "Lest I do something wrong again and end up being blamed by everyone."

These words were like the sharpest icicles, piercing through Ji Siyu’s heart.

Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, without a drop of blood, and her delicate body couldn’t help but tremble slightly, as if she would fall at any moment.

Tears finally burst forth, sliding down her smooth cheeks and dripping onto her moon-white collar, leaving small wet marks.

She knew he still cared.

He was still angry and heartbroken over what happened back then.

"No, that’s not it!"

Ji Siyu shook her head hurriedly, tears streaming down, her voice sobbing.

She could no longer maintain her cold temperament, leaving only a humble plea:

"Chen Chuan, I’m sorry! I was wrong!"

"I know everything now from the shadow recording stone; I saw the truth in the shadow recording stone."

She explained urgently and incoherently:

"It was you who saved Qingyu, you who knocked Lin Hu unconscious, and you who helped her clear the medicinal power."

"I was stupid, I was foolish. I misunderstood you without knowing the facts and even hit you."

She raised her tearful eyes, full of remorse and pleading:

"I’m sorry, I’m really sorry! Hit me, scold me, do whatever you want."

"I only beg you, please don’t say we have nothing to do with each other; I can’t take it."

Looking at her tearful and pitiful appearance, Chen Chuan’s eyes remained cold, without any sign of being moved.

"Eldest Young Miss Ji, you overstate things." His tone was distant:

"I cannot accept your apology."

"Let the past be the past. It’s best if we both live our lives well. Please leave."

After saying that, he was about to close the door directly.

"Brother-in-law!" Seeing this, Ji Qingyu also got anxious and hurriedly took a step forward, shouting with a sob:

"It’s all my fault! I was the one who spoke nonsense without seeing clearly, and I caused Sister to misunderstand you."

"If you want to blame someone, blame me. Hit me or punish me; I won’t resist."

"Please, forgive Sister. She has been in so much pain lately."

Chen Chuan’s gaze swept over Ji Qingyu and fell back on Ji Siyu, who was almost unable to stand.

Finally, he just said indifferently, "I have nothing to say to you two."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn’t give the two women another chance to speak.

With a bang, the courtyard gate was closed mercilessly, separating the two worlds.

Outside the door, Ji Siyu looked at the tightly closed gate, as if her last shred of hope had been completely cut off.

She felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she slumped onto the ground, no longer able to hold back, crying out loud.

The crying was sorrowful and desperate, filled with endless remorse and sadness, heart-wrenching to hear.

Her originally clear and peerless face was now soaked with tears, full of a sense of brokenness, looking so haggard it made one’s heart ache.

Ji Qingyu also shed tears, squatting down to tightly hug her sister’s trembling shoulders, her heart filled with helplessness and self-blame.

After crying for a long time, Ji Siyu’s crying gradually turned into low sobs.

She raised her misty, tearful eyes, looking at the still-closed courtyard gate, but a kind of determination bordering on obsession burned in her eyes.

She gently pushed away her sister’s support and struggled to stand up on her own.

Although her figure was still swaying, her gaze was exceptionally bright and stubborn.

"He won’t forgive me, I know. He hates me, this bad woman," she murmured to herself, her voice hoarse but with an unquestionable determination. "But I won’t give up."

She raised her hand and wiped the tear marks off her face with her sleeve, even though new tears kept flowing.

"I am his wife. I was before, I am now, and in the future... I always will be."

"No matter how long I have to wait, no matter what price I have to pay, I must obtain his forgiveness."

Her voice was very soft, but it was like an oath, striking heavily on Ji Qingyu’s heart and drifting away in the cold mountain wind of the Primordial Holy Land.

Inside the door, Chen Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from the gate.

He listened with a complex expression to the faint crying and that last oath-like whisper coming from outside the door.

After a long while, he turned around and walked straight into the house to continue his Cultivation and planning.

Inside and outside the courtyard gate, separated by a single door, were two different worlds of ice and fire.