kvmb Chapter 251 The brothers reconcile
Chapter 251 The brothers reconcile
Murong Han slowly raised his head, his face filled with guilt and determination, his eyes reddening, and his voice choked with emotion: "Fourth Brother, this whole thing started because of me, I'm the culprit. I hope you won't hate Xiang'er anymore. If you still harbor resentment and want revenge, then kill me!"
As he spoke, his hands trembled as he slowly drew the dagger from his waist and offered it to Murong Che, his eyes filled with a sense of atonement.
Murong Che's hand trembled violently as he snatched the dagger, the sharp blade instantly pressed against Murong Han's neck, drawing blood from the cut. His chest heaved violently as he let out a desperate, despairing roar: "Ah! I'll kill you right now!"
The voice was filled with pain and anger, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and pain he had endured over the years. He raised the dagger high, the veins on his arm bulging, and at this moment, his eyes were filled with endless hatred.
Murong Han slowly closed his eyes, a look of relief appearing on his face. His expression was calm and composed, showing no intention of resisting. His body relaxed slightly, quietly awaiting the fatal blow, as if waiting for a release.
Just as the dagger was about to strike, Murong Che suddenly stopped. His hand hovered in mid-air, trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with conflict and pain.
Looking at Murong Han, who was calmly facing death, he couldn't help but recall the wonderful times he had spent with Xu Wanwan:
In spring, they strolled together through the flower-filled garden, their laughter echoing in every corner; on summer nights, they lay side by side in the courtyard, counting the stars in the sky and sharing their innermost thoughts… Those beautiful memories flooded back like a tide, causing a pang of heartache.
Suddenly, Murong Che let out a painful roar and abruptly threw away the dagger in his hand. Immediately afterward, he swung his right fist and slammed it heavily into the large tree next to Murong Han.
With a muffled thud, his knuckles were instantly torn open, blood gushing out and slowly flowing down the tree trunk, dripping onto the soft soil.
He seemed oblivious to the pain, throwing several more punches, each one filled with endless agony and regret, until he was utterly exhausted and slowly collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the sky, tears silently streaming down his face.
Murong Han looked at Murong Che, who was lying on the ground in pain, and his heart tightened. His eyes reddened, and he hurriedly stepped forward and called out, "Fourth Brother, you!" His voice was full of worry and concern, as well as deep self-blame.
Murong Che slowly raised his head, his face streaked with tears, his eyes empty and desperate. Looking at Murong Han, his voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping: "What good would it do to kill you? Would killing you bring Wanwan back to life?"
A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a smile filled with helplessness and sorrow, a pain that penetrated to the bone, making his soul tremble.
"Fourth Brother~" Murong Han called out again, his voice trembling and choked with sobs. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Murong Che raised his hand to interrupt him.
"Stop talking," Murong Che slowly stood up, his body swaying slightly, as if he had used up all his strength. His gaze was fixed on the distance, where the setting sun was slowly sinking, dyeing the sky a brilliant orange-red.
"I can let bygones be bygones, but it's impossible for me to forgive you!" His voice was deep and firm, carrying an undeniable resolve.
He stood there quietly, his shadow stretching long in the afterglow of the setting sun. A gentle breeze blew, ruffling his disheveled hair, but he seemed oblivious.
As Murong Han gazed at Murong Che's lonely figure, he fell into deep thought, and memories of his childhood flooded back to him.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and slowly walked to Murong Che's side. His voice was soft and hesitant: "Fourth Brother, let's not talk about this anymore. Can I... tell you what's on my mind?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Che did not respond immediately, but merely turned his head slightly and glanced at him indifferently. His face showed no obvious expression, neither joy nor annoyance, but his calm eyes seemed to conceal a hint of tacit approval.
Murong Han seemed to understand his thoughts, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart, a mixture of relief and guilt.
Murong Han's gaze softened, tinged with nostalgia, and he slowly spoke: "I remember when I was six years old, you were nine. At that time, I was playing and climbed the old locust tree in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion. I wanted to pick the bird's nest at the top of the tree, but I accidentally got my clothes caught in the branches and was left hanging in mid-air. I was so scared that I cried loudly."
At this point, a look of fear appeared on Murong Han's face, as if he were reliving that perilous moment. "Just when I was terrified and at a loss, Fourth Brother, you heard the crying and rushed over. Ignoring the danger, you quickly climbed the tree, gently comforting me while carefully untying the hem of my clothes." Murong Han looked up at Murong Che, his eyes filled with gratitude and reminiscence.
"You held me tightly, helping me down from the tree little by little. When my feet touched the ground, I was still trembling with fear. You held me in your arms, gently comforting me and telling me not to be afraid."
Murong Han's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes reddened slightly. "At that time, I felt that you were my strongest support, Fourth Brother."
Recalling the past, Murong Han's lips unconsciously curled up, his face beaming with a warm smile.
Upon hearing this, Murong Che felt as if those long-buried memories were being gently stirred by an invisible hand, creating subtle ripples. Yet, his expression remained unchanged. He slightly turned his head, his gaze not meeting Murong Han's, and simply spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion: "It's all in the past, why bring it up!"
Murong Han tilted his head slightly, gazing at the clouds on the horizon dyed orange-red by the setting sun. His thoughts drifted back to many years ago, and his voice unconsciously choked with emotion: "Fourth Brother, do you still remember that winter? The snow was particularly heavy, and the pond in the Prince's manor froze over. I secretly ran out to go ice skating, but the ice suddenly cracked, and I fell into a bone-chilling icy hole." As he spoke, his body trembled slightly, as if he could still feel the biting cold of that year.
“When you found me, I was already so cold that I was barely conscious. Without hesitation, you jumped into the icy water and rescued me. In the days that followed, you stayed by my bedside day and night, personally preparing and feeding me medicine, and holding me tightly in your arms to warm me with your body heat.”
Murong Han turned his head to look at Murong Che, his eyes filled with deep affection and longing. "Those days, you hardly slept and lost a lot of weight. I thought to myself, how could there be such a good brother as you in this world?"
His eyes reddened, tears welled up, and his voice trembled slightly with emotion: "Fourth Brother, I know I've been foolish all these years and made too many mistakes, but I've always remembered your kindness. I've never forgotten this brotherhood." After saying this, he looked at Murong Che with anticipation, his eyes glistening with tears, as if longing for a response from the other.
Murong Che listened quietly, as memories buried by time surged back like a tide. His eyes gradually welled up with tears, blurring his vision, and the figure of Murong Han before him became indistinct. He gazed at Murong Han, his lips trembling slightly, but he could not utter a word.
Seeing Murong Che's reaction, Murong Han was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, guilt and regret surging like a tidal wave. His legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Murong Che with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground heavily with a dull thud.
"Fourth Brother!" Murong Han's voice trembled violently with tears in it. "I was wrong, so wrong! Over the years, I was blinded by jealousy and hatred, and I did so many unforgivable things, hurting you and hurting Wanwan."
He kowtowed again, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, his voice filled with endless sincerity: "Let bygones be bygones. Please give me a chance to make amends. Let's not hold grudges anymore. I really don't want to lose you as my brother. From now on, I will use everything I have to atone for the mistakes I made. I only ask that you believe in me one more time."
Murong Han knelt, his body trembling slightly, not daring to get up, waiting for Murong Che's response, as if awaiting a judgment of fate.
Hearing Murong Han's earnest words, Murong Che could no longer hold back the tears welling up in his eyes and they spilled out.
His face was full of emotion. He quickly stepped forward, placed his hands firmly on Murong Han's arms, and helped him up. His movements were filled with urgency and concern: "Fifth brother, get up quickly!" His voice trembled slightly with excitement, but it revealed an undeniable determination.
He gazed at Murong Han, the gloom in his eyes now gone, replaced by gentleness and tolerance: "You said it yourself, let bygones be bygones, especially since we're brothers. How can we keep dwelling on these old, trivial matters!"
Murong Che's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sincere smile. In that smile, there was a deep appreciation for past friendships and an expectation for the future.
Murong Han raised his head, his eyes sparkling with surprise and disbelief. His voice trembled slightly as he cautiously asked, "Fourth Brother, are you really willing to make up with me?"
Murong Che smiled and nodded, replying softly, "Mhm."
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Murong Han's face instantly lit up with a radiant smile, a smile as bright as the spring sunshine, dispelling all the gloom.
He could no longer contain his excitement and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug Murong Che tightly, as if he wanted to hold on to this lost and regained affection.
Murong Che reached out and hugged him tightly. At that moment, the soft glow of the setting sun fell on them, casting long, long shadows.
The warm orange light gilded them, creating a heartwarming and beautiful scene. A gentle breeze stirred, and petals from the peach grove fluttered down, landing on their shoulders and hair, seemingly rejoicing in the reconciliation of their brotherhood.
At this moment, all misunderstandings and resentments vanished, leaving only the deep, precious bond between brothers, which grew even stronger under the dreamlike sunset.