Chapter 581 - 582: The Lowest Posture
Actually, perhaps she loved him even more than she loved her third brother?
In the early days, her interest in Di Mingjue was merely curiosity, curiosity about how a boy could be born so handsome.
Later, her pursuit of Di Mingjue seemed to become a habit, as if she had grown used to it. But if she genuinely loved Di Mingjue to the marrow of her bones, then why hadn’t she taken any substantial actions over the past twenty years?
Di Xiaxia was somewhat confused by these thoughts.
And her heart was beating faster and faster once this confusion subsided.
She had only spent two days with her eldest brother, but it felt as though they had gone through so much together.
Although she was bewildered, fearful, and conflicted during these two days, there was an inexplicable affection swirling in her heart.
Despite their limited time together, every action and every word from him was an act of lowering his guard and bending his pride before her.
It was the lowest he would stoop.
For twenty years, she had never heard Di Mingzhe apologize to anyone.
That aspect of Di Mingzhe tugged at her heartstrings. If one could truly love another person so deeply, that they belittle themselves this much, then it surely must be a profound love that covered the sky and earth, right?
He was untouchable, so high above them. If he merely wanted a woman, he just needed to nod, and countless would come to his doorstep.
Though he appeared to have a pleasant temperament, the power concealed within him was intimidating. If he truly decided to force her, she doubted she would have the strength to resist.
But he reserved the best for her, and the ugliest and the most evil of thoughts, he confined within himself, fighting to suppress.
It was then that Di Xiaxia realized there was a demon residing in her eldest brother’s heart, a wild, terrifying demon of possession and dominance.
He pressed down on it until he was ravaged, trapping himself in a cage, yet he never allowed her to be hurt in the slightest.
She was unsure why there was a faint sweetness emerging in her heart, like warm ginger candy slowly seeping into her. It instantly made her feel warmth inside.
Something different seemed to slowly come alive at the bottom of her heart. What was it, love?
Di Xiaxia’s eyes darkened. Her eldest brother must be so angry to have exploded like that.
Imagine: Spending the entire night in bed with your beloved, both of you scantily clad. Yet, you haven’t laid a finger on her all night. The torment in body and mind must be unbearable.
Your eyes are filled with bloodshot strands from the torment, but the person beside you wakes up in screams, strikes you, and calls you a despicable person. How would you feel then?
It must be infuriating!
A sense of injustice from feeling undervalued, misunderstood, especially when it’s from the person you deeply love.
The frustration, the anger.
Leading to an uncontrollable outburst.
But the reason he exploded was simply because she resisted him.
For some reason, this reason made her heart twinge painfully.
But in the end, he managed to restrain his volcanic rage, did not mistreat her, he was even the first to apologize.
Di Xiaxia sucked in a breath at this thought, her eyebrows furrowing uncertainly. Should she apologize to Di Mingzhe?
But would apologizing mean that Di Mingzhe would not be angry anymore?
She, who has always been straightforward and lawless, suddenly found herself in a dilemma.
What happened to becoming a queen?
Why the hell has she turned herself into a maid? Dammit!