The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter
Chapter 622 A Very Good Choice (1)_1

Chapter 622: Chapter 622 A Very Good Choice (1)_1

Xiao Muli knew that recently Yu Qihao had often been distracted and downhearted, all because of Situ Xin.

"What does it mean to let go? And what does it mean not to be able to let go? There are just some people who will never be yours, no matter how much you obsess over it. She will not belong to you," Yu Qihao said this and sighed softly. He hadn’t let go, but he had finally crawled out of the corner he had backed himself into. "Muli, I don’t want to see Xiao Xin with any man other than you, so, you have to really try your best,"

It wasn’t that Yu Qihao had let go of Situ Xin. But it was only because the person by Situ Xin’s side was his brother, Xiao Muli. "If you’re not capable of holding onto Xiao Xin, you’d better let me know sooner rather than later. By then, I won’t be polite anymore."

Yu Qihao’s words were spoken with a joking tone, but Xiao Muli knew that Yu Qihao was serious.

"I won’t give you that opportunity," Xiao Muli said seriously as he looked at Yu Qihao.

Hehe, I also hope that I never get that opportunity," he said, showing the first smile on his face in so many days. "Alright, get some rest here at the hospital. Jin and I have to go back to the academy soon. Next month is the assessment, we need to go back and train properly."

"Are you sure you want to choose this path?" Xiao Muli gave up the opportunity to be part of the Flying Tiger Team when he chose to become the Patriarch Xiao. Xiao Muli had always thought that among the three of them, only Situ Jin would choose this path, given how every Situ Family descendant would join the Flying Tiger Team for training, while Yu Qihao, in Xiao Muli’s mind, had never thought about taking this path—not that Yu Qihao wasn’t willing, but the Old Master Yu wouldn’t agree.

"Yes, I’ve already made it clear to my grandfather," Yu Qihao answered decisively.

"Your grandfather?" Xiao Muli couldn’t help but ask.

"He agreed," Old Master Yu had no choice but to agree given Yu Qihao’s firm stance. What else could he say? "Then I’m leaving,"

"Mhm, take care of yourselves."

"Brother, where are you dragging me to?" Situ Jin had been silent ever since they left Xiao Muli’s hospital room, just pulling Situ Xin towards the hospital exit. Finally, Situ Xin couldn’t resist asking.

Upon hearing Situ Xin’s words, Situ Jin stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her: "Baby, what are you thinking? How far have you and Muli gone? How do you feel about Muli?"

Situ Xin looked at her own brother’s rare serious expression and also put on a serious face, "Muli is now my boyfriend, but we are still in the assessment stage. Actually, I haven’t thought much about it. When it comes to romantic feelings, I really don’t understand them very well." When she spoke of romantic feelings, Situ Xin’s face showed a perplexed expression.

In her past life, Situ Xin had never experienced anything beyond a slight feeling of trust among teammates—not to mention love, and even family affection was something she had never felt. It was only after being reborn and slowly experiencing it that she learned how warm familial love could be.

As for romantic love, Situ Xin only began to slowly explore it after Xiao Muli’s confession. She still hadn’t figured out what love felt like, or what it should be like.

"Forget it, I won’t ask anymore. Baby, don’t think too much about it." Situ Jin had never seen Situ Xin look so perplexed, so even though he had many more things to ask, when he saw that confused look on Situ Xin’s face, it pained him, and he couldn’t bring himself to ask more.

Situ Jin didn’t continue to ask about love, but deep down he had settled on a plan. He thought about discussing this matter with Situ Che and Loo Jie when he met them.

The conversation between Situ Jin and Situ Xin was brief, starting with just one question, but it was this simple question that caused Situ Xin to fall into the web of her own making.

After Situ Jin and Yu Qihao left the hospital and went straight back to the military academy, Situ Xin didn’t return to Xiao Muli’s hospital room. Instead, she took a cab home by herself.

Since parting ways with Situ Jin, the question had been tumbling through her mind: "What exactly does she feel for Xiao Muli? What exactly is love?"

Situ Xin pondered all the way home, but she hadn’t found an answer by the time she got out of the cab.

After paying the fare, she walked toward her house feeling disoriented. Upon arriving home, she merely greeted her family and then retreated to her room, leaving Old Master Situ and the others exchanging glances, unsure of what had happened to Situ Xin.

Seeing Situ Xin like this, Old Master Situ was concerned and wanted to check on her, but Old Master Loo held him back. Old Master Loo’s meaning was clear: If Situ Xin didn’t want to talk, they, as the older generation, shouldn’t pry and should let her handle it on her own.

What Old Master Situ and Old Master Loo didn’t know was that once Situ Xin entered her room, she sat there blankly, but her mind was in the midst of a fierce battle.

Baibai, who was staying idle in the space, was anxious. Baibai had tried many times to connect with Situ Xin’s Divine Sense, but despite numerous attempts, it was futile. Out of desperation and although knowing that Situ Xin couldn’t hear it, Baibai still yelled in the space, "Master, wake up, don’t think anymore. If you keep this up, you’ll descend into madness."

But no matter how loudly Baibai shouted or how frantically it jumped around in the space, Situ Xin couldn’t hear Baibai’s voice at all, completely immersed in her own thoughts, unable to extricate herself.

The more Situ Xin thought, the more restless she became. At first, she wanted to understand what love was, whether her feelings for Xiao Muli were love. But how could Situ Xin, who had never encountered love or felt it, know what love was like, or what feelings could be called love?

The less she understood, the more agitated she became, and the more she thought, the deeper she fell into the trap she had woven for herself, unable to struggle free.