Xiao/Shao: look inthe previous chapter. She's getting something more than she expected...!
LOL, no Zhuge Liang and Yue Ying and Zhuge Jun. It sounds like a fun idea, but i'll pass because I already typed up the final chapter. Too much said!
Ru Ying Sui Xing – Chapter 13 – A New Life pt 2 – Honesty
When I went into the shack, I found exactly what Liang needed. Perfection! I pushed the heavy wheelbarrow back to the farm. "Liang!" I called. "Where do you want me to put this?"
He motioned to the left of him and continued harvesting. I was already exhausted and I wanted to rest now but thinking about the xiao Zhuge brother, I forced myself to continue working.
Liang handed me a whole armful of vegetables. I tried to hold on to all of them, but one slipped and others followed it. In due course, I fell and nearly snapped my neck. No doubt, Liang helped me up and asked if I was all right. I answered yes and no.
"What do you mean yes and no Yue Ying?" he asked, brushing dirt off of me.
"Since when do you call me that?" I wondered. "Yue Ying? That's new."
"Does it matter?" said Liang after he bent down to pick up some of the vegetables. I decided to assist him. " 'Yue' is part of your name, no? And besides, I told you not to call me Zhuge but not Zhuge Liang. So, what do you mean?"
I hesitated. "Physically yes, but mentally ... "
"I know you and your father fought. Do not worry, it will work out." Liang said as he emptied the armful he held into the wheelbarrow.
"Yes that is true, but that is not the motive." Said I as I emptied out my armful into the wheelbarrow. "To heal this ... sting ... I want to ask and I want you to respond."
"Okay." He said. "Ask away."
"Zhuge Liang ... " I began. "Do you love me?"
Now he was the one who was hesitant. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. "How did we get to talk about this?" he asked sheepishly.
I sighed and faced him again. "Liang! I need an answer!"
Liang sighed. "Alright. I guess you deserve one ... You deserve to know ... Huang Yue Ying, I – "
Zhuge Jun ran outside. "Hey lovers! Dinner! I feel like you deserve something delicious to eat! Together!"
I groaned and walked back to the cottage with Liang. When would he answer me? I should know. I lead my thoughts running until we reached the cottage. My god, Liang should know about my emotions as well, no?
We entered the sack and begun eating. Well, Zhuge Jun was a great cook. He was much better than any of father's cooks!
But in the meantime of all of this, Zhuge Liang avoided eye contact with me. The three of us just ate, bringing up nothing. I could tell by the xiao Zhuge brother's facial expression that this was not how their average dinner would be.
I could also tell that Liang could not bear this silence any longer as well. He faced me finally making eye contact, asking, "Yue Ying, do you?"
He was taking about the question. If Zhuge Jun wasn't here, he would say Yue Ying, do you love me? Yet he didn't want to know that we were in an odd relationship with each other. His brother especially.
"Do I what?" I responded.
We lost eye contact. "N-Never mind."
There was something on his mind. It was obvious what it was. Pressure flew to my and his head. My question.
Dinner was over soon. Liang and Jun were clearing the plates when I offered to help; they said they could deal with it themselves. Liang also mentioned that I could stay in his room.
So I went to his room and looked around. I studied the room quickly and then threw myself on his bed and sighed. I wasn't really thinking – or doing anything for that matter!
Liang opened he door and he noticed me. "You can sleep on my bed. I'll get the couch." Said he politely. Everything he said had melancholy on it.
"Wait!" I said. "Do you actually love me?" How come I could say it so easily now? Was it supposed to be so hard to ask someone how they feel about you? Is it supposed to be so?
I sat up, eager for the response.
Liang turned himself so his back faced me. I could tell he didn't want me to see his facial expression. "Do you want me to be honest?"
"Obviously."
He sighed before answering. "Yes, I do."
I cheered silently. Perfection! He loves me, and so do I! What's missing? A phrase to tell him the same.
But I couldn't tell him. Even though he has.
I love him. True.
He loves me. True.
I can tell him I love him. True.
Just in a little bit.