[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 215)

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Chapter 215 Immortals and Demons Cannot Coexist

Wu Yue, who had always been troubled by not having a father, burst into tears upon hearing this, throwing himself into his godmother's arms and sobbing

uncontrollably , "Father! Father! Waaah..."

His godmother gently stroked his head and face with a pained expression, softly saying, "Long'er, now you should understand

why your mother strongly opposed your relationship with that little witch, right?"

Wu Yue said with a sorrowful face, "I understand, I know what to do."

His godmother nodded, looked at me, and continued, "Besides, the princess is a rare good girl; she can help

you improve, you must cherish her. That little witch will only lead you into the abyss of depravity; your relationship with her

will never receive any blessings, you should stay away." "She's right. You need to know how to avoid misfortune and seek good fortune."

Wu Yue looked unconvinced but didn't argue with her mother anymore. She returned to her room blankly and

said to Ji Lingxian with deep sorrow, "Xian'er, please go back. Don't come looking for me again. I don't want

to see ..."

Ji Lingxian's face immediately showed deep hurt. She exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, why?

Didn't you say you wouldn't send me away?"

Wu Yue sadly repeated her godmother's words, finally gritting her teeth and saying, "The hatred for my father's killer is irreconcilable. Forgive

me for not continuing to associate with the daughter of my enemy; that would be the greatest filial impiety towards my father!"

Ji Lingxian was stunned. Clearly, she knew nothing of what had happened back then, and she said with heartbreaking sorrow:

"But even so, my elder brother's father's killer was a demon god, not my father!"

Wuyue said coldly. "That's why I'm still being so polite to you right now. Moreover, ever since I can remember, I

've harbored an immense hatred for the demon realm. The games my friends and I play are all about the heroic deeds of the North Star Lord and his wife in

the Eighth Immortal-Demon War, and the villains are all from the demon realm—we must destroy them at all costs! You should

know how much I hate the demon realm. After being with you for so long, I never knew you actually came from..." " The Demon Realm!

No wonder I can't find your origins in the Immortal Register, and no wonder Sister Chang'e

was so disrespectful to me when I took you to the Moon Palace. She probably didn't want to tell me the truth. And why didn't you tell me the truth either?"

Ji Lingxian asked weakly, "Would I harm you? Is where I come from more important than who I am

?"

Wuyue gritted his teeth and nodded, saying in a deep voice, "Of course, immortals and demons have been irreconcilable since ancient times!"

Ji Lingxian said sadly, "Brother, will you never speak to me again?"

Wuyue nodded blankly. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at him blankly for a long, long time. Seeing that he

remained silent and refused to look at her again, she could only silently get up and walk out, but she walked very slowly

, turning back every step of the way, as if hoping that Wuyue would change his mind and call her back. However, he made no

move.

She was finally utterly disappointed, her shoulders trembling as she walked away. Clearly, this had dealt her a tremendous blow,

her departure so desolate and forlorn…

Seeing her like this, and putting myself in her shoes, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Men are different;

they can be ruthless in a heartbreak. But what does it matter? Love is always like a battlefield—it's either you or me! When she was so smug in front of Wuyue

, did she ever consider my feelings?

However, when I went to Wuyue's place the next morning, I was shocked to find Ji Lingxian there again, standing silently

outside the door, her face streaked with tears, filled with sorrow. I didn't know if she had been driven out by Wuyue, or if she was

too embarrassed to go in again.

I frowned and said, "He clearly doesn't want you anymore, why are you still here?"

She glanced at me quickly, then lowered her head and said, "Last night I asked my mother in detail about what happened back then.

My uncle's death can't be blamed on my father... I thought about it all night, and no matter what, my father is involved.

I feel I should come and apologize to him and my aunt in person and beg for their forgiveness."

I said coldly, "I think your apology is fake; you're really hoping he'll change his mind

, aren't you? I advise you to give up on that idea. I don't know about other places, but at least this family won't accept you. Go back to where you came from

; this isn't a place for you."

She remained unmoved, still standing there silently, occasionally glancing hopefully towards the door. I

turned to look; the doors were tightly shut. It seemed she had no hope.

Seeing her stubbornness, I couldn't be bothered to pay her any more attention. I went inside and knocked on the door. My godmother opened it and pulled me in with

a loving expression, showering me with concern. Then, she turned to look outside, her face immediately changing color.

She yelled fiercely at Ji Lingxian, "How dare you still stand there? Let me tell you clearly, you'll never set foot in this Taoist

house again!"

Ji Lingxian knelt gracefully and bowed several times to her godmother, pleading in a hoarse voice, "Auntie, I've come here

sincerely to apologize. Please let me in, please, let me see him! Waaah..."

Her godmother roared, "I'm not your auntie, I don't need your crocodile tears! Long'er will never see you, give up on that idea!" With that, she slammed the door shut, ignoring

all her crying and pleas outside . 　　My godmother turned to me and said softly, "Good child, go and comfort Long'er. I never expected him to be so heartbroken. Alas! That little vixen is really a menace!" 　　I went into Wuyue's room and was shocked. In just one night, he had become emaciated, his hair disheveled and unkempt. He sat on the edge of the bed, head drooping, looking so grief-stricken, dejected, and despondent! 　　I sat down beside him, but he didn't react at all, not even lifting his head. I knew that saying anything at this time would be inappropriate, so I silently stayed by his side. After a long while, I tentatively tried to comb his messy hair, but he still didn't react. After combing it, he looked a little better, but his spirits were very low , and his eyes were dark-rimmed, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night. 　　The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, something unimaginable before. Although I've always been taciturn, he clearly didn't expect me to say anything when we were alone; he just treated me as a listener. When he had something on his mind, he 'd vent to me, usually about someone else. Occasionally, he'd share some insights and launch into a long, rambling monologue, trying to convince me of his theories. I didn't really pay attention to what he was saying; I just wanted to look at him and hear his voice, but I always had to pretend to be listening attentively…

And so on and so forth. In short, the room was so stuffy that he would never normally be able to stand it!

But now I could tell he preferred to stay alone, he was just too embarrassed to send me away. Time slowly passed,

and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally said in a barely audible voice, "Princess, you shouldn't be here. I'm worried I

might lose my temper and accidentally hurt you."

I was stunned. When we were little, I was his sister, and after we grew up and became lovers, he had never called me princess.

What did he mean by calling me that now? But seeing how upset he was, I couldn't think about my own feelings. I gently patted his

back and softly comforted him, "It's okay, just let it all out, like you always do,

so you don't have to keep it bottled up inside."

He nodded, still saying nothing.

For the next ten days or so, it rained heavily and thundered, and he stayed in the room like this , lost in thought.

I stayed by his side to comfort him, and my godmother would also come over from time to time to say a few words of advice. Ji Lingxian stood

guard outside the gate day and night, soaked to the bone, never leaving for a moment, nor seeking shelter from the rain. At first,

she stood, but gradually her strength gave way, and she began to squat, eventually sitting directly on the muddy ground,

her face growing paler and more haggard.

Her mother was heartbroken and often braved the rain to come, weeping and pleading with her to go back with her. But no matter

how much her mother pleaded or cried, it had no effect.

She could only stay by her side and silently weep, seemingly helpless with her stubborn daughter.

Every time I passed by, I would try to persuade her to go back. Her godmother would mock her and try her best to drive her away, but she

remained unmoved . She was just a little girl, and her godmother couldn't be harsh with her, so she had to let her be…

These days, Wuyue felt like each day was an eternity. That night, thunder and lightning raged, and a torrential downpour continued. Thinking

of her suffering day and night from the thunder and rain, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He couldn't help but get up and stand by the window,

listening to the booming thunder and the heavy, pattering rain. He couldn't help but recall her innocent, charming face as she

counted the stars. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and slowly walked outside.

This was the first time in over twenty days that Wuyue had stepped out of her own house. He couldn't bear her sorrowful,

helpless eyes; just one glance was enough to make him forget everything, including the hatred for his father's murder!

Yet now, no matter how unwilling he was, he would have to face those eyes again.

Ji Lingxian sat on the rain-soaked ground, curled up like a ghost in the night. Hearing footsteps,

she suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly turning red. She stared blankly at Wuyue, her face a mess. Strings of

crystal beads streamed down from the corners of her eyes and cheeks, finally gathering under her chin and dripping onto her chest.

It was hard to tell if they were rain or tears.

Her body trembled in the heavy rain, her face so pale. His throat felt as if something was firmly

blocking it, and he said with immense heartache, "Xian'er, why have you insisted on making yourself look like this for so many days?

Why do you have to torture me like this?"

She choked out, "It's because I wanted to see just how heartless my elder brother really is, and secondly, it's to

make a bet with my mother..."

Wuyue asked, "What bet?"

Ji Lingxian said softly, "I bet you definitely won't last thirty days. I've never

lost a bet with my mother, and this time is no exception.

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