Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1233: Side Story: Meeting an Old Friend Again, Dying Without Regrets

Chapter 1233: Chapter 1233: Side Story: Meeting an Old Friend Again, Dying Without Regrets

After dominating the scene for decades, the head of the Su Family, who had made many foolish decisions in his youth due to love, fell seriously ill.

Just past the age of sixty, Su Jingshu handed over the responsibilities of the family to capable members and moved to the Su Family Garden in the outskirts of the capital.

On this sunny day, Su Jingshu sent away the medical team summoned by the new head of the family, refusing further treatment.

Even in old age, she remained the refined and elegant Miss Su.

Her hair was neatly arranged, secured with a white jade hairpin, and she wore a light green cheongsam. With the support of a servant, she made her way to the floral conservatory in the courtyard.

She didn’t want to leave this world in a disheveled state, her body attached to numerous tubes.

Distancing herself from her bloody past and imbuing herself with a hint of floral fragrance, she chose to depart with the regrets deep in her heart, granting herself one last dignity.

Su Jingshu slowly sat down on a lounger covered with a thin blanket, leaning back and weakly waved her hand to the servant standing by her side, "You may go."

"Yes, Miss."

The servant by her side was about the same age as Su Jingshu, an elderly person who had always taken care of her.

Because Su Jingshu had never married, the elderly still alive called her ’Miss.’

After the servant left, Su Jingshu, whose eyes were filled with fine wrinkles, slowly closed her eyes, inhaling the strong fragrance of flowers around her; her well-maintained appearance seemed to be that of someone around fifty, her face revealing a satisfied expression despite the marks left by time.

Su Jingshu’s hand, resting on the armrest of the rattan chair, gently clenched as her eyelids fluttered and tears rolled down her cheeks.

The person she had sought for her entire life was still untraceable.

Decades ago, the figures she saw in a bar, young and old, would forever remain a regret unfulfilled in her heart.

Perhaps her bloodstained hands and heavy killing in this life were too much for even the heavens to grant her wishes.

"Jingshu."

A young, magnetic voice rang by Su Jingshu’s ear, still as vile as ever, with a detectable malice.

She thought she was hallucinating as the tears in her tightly shut eyes became unstoppable.

A strong, vigorous hand touched her cheek, gently wiping away the tears on her face with movements that couldn’t quite be described as gentle, slightly stiff and awkward.

The warm touch felt so real, Su Jingshu opened her tear-filled eyes, aged yet shimmering.

Seeing the familiar, smiling, handsome face before her, she reached out her trembling, weak hands in disbelief and touched his face.

Her voice hoarse, Su Jingshu asked, "Achang?"

"It’s me," Nangong Chang’s gaze softened, the malevolent look that usually shrouded his face had calmed, his posture releasing the inherent proud and noble aura of the Divine Clan.

Tears fell like rain from Su Jingshu’s eyes as her hands, cradling Nangong Chang’s handsome, youthful face, fell weakly.

She cried silently, her eyes filled with sorrow, enveloped by a profound sadness.

Nangong Chang gave a helpless smile, raising his hand to wipe her tears as he joked, "I never noticed how much you loved to cry before. Stop crying, your body can’t handle the strain."

Su Jingshu covered her face with her hands, crying even harder, "Why are you still so young? I’ve aged to the point where I can hardly stand to look at myself."

Her heart ached that, in the blink of an eye, decades had passed; she had aged while he remained unchanged.

Her brief life, just a fleeting moment in his time.

Her discontent and obsession had only brought a thousandfold more heartache.

Nangong Chang took her hands from her face, gently caressing her aged features, and said soothingly in an unusually humble and gentle voice, "Even aged, you are still the most beautiful, the most delicate, the most elegant Miss Su."

His words greatly soothed the emotionally turbulent Su Jingshu.

The intense emotional roller coaster was too much for Su Jingshu’s frail body to bear.

Her vision began to blur, her heartbeat slowed, her heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed, bringing pain, and her breathing became difficult.

Nangong Chang, sensing the life fading from Su Jingshu, stood up, lifted her in his arms, and seated himself in the lounger.

He embraced her closely, as in their younger days, holding her in his arms, "Jingshu, let me accompany you on this final journey, keep you company, talk with you, shall we?"

Su Jingshu lifted her head, her gaze unfocused as she looked at Nangong Chang and weakly murmured an affirming "Yes."

She rested her head on Nangong Chang’s chest, listening to the strong beats of his heart, her pale lips curling into a faint smile.

Meeting her past lover in her old age, she couldn’t reconcile her feelings yet had to accept her fate.

Having him to see her off was enough.

Any further longing, with her aged and faded body, was impossible.

In her ear, Nangong Chang spoke with a gentle, apologetic tone, "Jingshu, our entangled ties this lifetime have hurt you and also diminished my own cultivation. Still, I’m glad I can apologize to you in person before your passing."

Su Jingshu gently poked his chest with her finger, a tender gesture from their younger days, signaling she was listening.