Chapter 424
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Chapter 424: Heroines Among Women
Yagyū Simozi woke abruptly from a peculiar dream. Her heart raced as fragments of the dream lingered in her mind—a wedding, unlike any she’d imagined.
She stood in a vast field, adorned in a pure white dress, surrounded by guests cheering and applauding. The sun shone brightly over the shrine where the ceremony unfolded. At the altar, the groom, dressed in black, awaited her with a steady gaze.
As the wedding march played, its cheerful melody made her feel both shy and inexplicably happy. She took the groom’s outstretched hand and placed her palm in his. Rings were exchanged, binding them in the dreamlike moment.
But then, the scene shifted.
When the groom leaned in to kiss her, the perspective of the dream twisted. Suddenly, she was no longer the bride but an observer at the back of the crowd. The bride’s face remained her own, yet it wasn’t truly her.
The dream turned from bliss to nightmare in an instant.
Yagyū Simozi woke up gasping, her chest tight. Though she was used to the burdens of life, this dream had unsettled her deeply. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead as she reassured herself, “It’s just a dream… nothing more.”
But the lingering unease gnawed at her. She got out of bed to feel the night breeze, seeking solace. However, Guan Ling, who usually slept nearby, was missing. The bathroom light was off. The faint movement of the curtain caught her attention.
She stepped onto the balcony and froze.
The balconies of their rooms were connected, and before her unfolded a scene that made her heart pound.
Leaning against the railing, Guan Ling stood, her posture both resistant and resigned. Her disheveled pajamas revealed glimpses of pale skin, her hair scattered loosely across her shoulders. Bai Wei stood close, mere centimeters away. His hand gripped hers tightly, his expression a mixture of hesitation and intent.
Their faces hovered dangerously close, and their breaths mingled in the cool night air. It was a scene that would ignite envy in anyone witnessing it.
Yagyū Simozi stood, rooted to the spot, her mind whirling.
This is me… yet it’s not me.
Conflicted thoughts swirled in her head. Was this betrayal? A cruel twist of fate? A surreal mockery of her emotions?
Bai Wei seemed torn as well. His hesitation stemmed from something deeper, something unspoken. The weight of the moment bore heavily on him.
The tension was broken by Yagyū Simozi’s voice, cutting through the silence like a blade.
“…You two…”
The siblings turned to look at her, startled. Bai Wei quickly released Guan Ling’s hand, smoothing his disheveled clothing.
“It was an accident,” he muttered, his tone defensive yet weary.
Simozi’s eyes narrowed. “An accident? Really? Brother, there are no accidents—only inevitabilities. You had plenty of chances to step away.”
Bai Wei’s silence spoke volumes. He hadn’t stepped away because he’d considered giving in. But he knew the consequences would be irreversible, especially for someone like Guan Ling, whose devotion bordered on self-sacrifice.
He sighed, defeated. “Let’s all go back to sleep.”
But Guan Ling wasn’t finished. Before anyone could react, she reached out, grabbing Bai Wei’s collar. Rising on tiptoes, she pressed a fleeting kiss to his cheek.
“Good night,” she whispered, retreating to her room with a shy yet determined smile.
The boldness left the siblings stunned. Bai Wei touched his cheek, his expression unreadable.
Yagyū Simozi broke the
silence, her tone sharp.
“Brother, whose fault is this?”
Bai Wei winced. “Let’s not—”
“Give me your hand,” she
demanded, stepping forward.
He hesitated. “Cutting off
fingers isn’t a family
punishment, is it?”
“Just give me your hand!”
Reluctantly, he complied. To
his shock, Simozi pressed his
palm against her chest,
holding it there firmly.
“What are you doing?” Bai Wei
stammered, his face
reddening.
“Evening the score,” she replied
nonchalantly. After a few
seconds, she released him.
“Now we’re even. No one
loses out.”
She turned on her heel and left,
her confidence unshaken.
The next morning, Yagyū
Simozi stretched lazily,
examining her reflection in the
mirror. With a carefree smile,
she murmured to herself, “Life
is still so easy.”
