The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 130: Live for her, Su Yunfei

"What do you mean...?" Su Yunfei whispered, his voice trembling as he struggled to process He Zeqing’s words. His entire body shook, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He Zeqing’s expression cracked, and his voice trembled as he forced himself to continue. "I asked her why she didn’t jump... She told me that with her along, we might not make it out." His head dipped slightly, as though the weight of his confession was too much to bear.

"She knew," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "that I couldn’t save both of you. And she wasn’t willing to let me die trying. So..." He took a shaky breath, the memory choking him. "So she gave up."

Su Yunfei’s knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor. He stared at the ground, his vision blurring as tears he couldn’t hold back spilled down his cheeks.

"I wanted to climb back up for her," He Zeqing said, his voice cracking under the weight of the truth. "But she wouldn’t let me. You heard her begging me, didn’t you? She wasn’t begging for me to save her—she was begging me to save you."

He raised his head, his eyes meeting Su Yunfei’s tear-filled gaze. His own eyes were hollow, devoid of emotion, yet carrying the depth of years of torment.

"She told me," He Zeqing continued, his voice steadying as he forced himself to say the words, "to take you out first. She believed that if I saved her but lost you, your parents wouldn’t survive the grief. Even before I went into that house, your parents begged me to save you. Su Yunting... she knew. She knew her life wasn’t as valuable in their eyes as yours."

His words pierced Su Yunfei like daggers. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with truths he wasn’t ready to face.

"It’s not that I left her on purpose," He Zeqing said, stepping back as though to give Su Yunfei space to absorb it all. "I was going to go back for her once I brought you out. But your parents stopped me."

"Stopped you?" Su Yunfei croaked, his voice barely audible.

He Zeqing nodded. "Once they saw you were safe, they wouldn’t let me go back. They were terrified that if I went back in and something happened to me, my family wouldn’t forgive them. They’d gotten their precious son back, and that was enough for them. They were too afraid of the consequences if I died in that fire."

"You’re lying..." Su Yunfei choked out, his head shaking violently as he rejected the words.

"If I’m lying," He Zeqing replied, his tone sharp, "then tell me—why do you think your parents never hated me like you did? Why didn’t they blame me for her death?"

Su Yunfei froze, his lips quivering as he tried to summon an answer. He had never questioned it before, but now, He Zeqing’s words forced him to confront an unbearable reality.

"They knew," He Zeqing said, his voice laced with bitterness. "They knew she was still alive when I brought you out. They knew that if they let me go back in, I could have saved her. But they stopped me. Because to them, losing you would have been worse. And losing me—" He let out a hollow laugh. "That was an unacceptable risk they weren’t willing to take."

The room fell silent, the weight of the confession pressing down on both men. Su Yunfei stared at He Zeqing, his mind torn between denial and the horrifying realization that everything he’d believed for seven years might not have been the full truth.

"Your parents refused to let you know the truth because they didn’t want you to blame yourself," He Zeqing said, his voice heavy with the weight of years of silence. "So, they begged to bear the guilt. They begged me to let them shoulder it, to let you hate me instead."

He paused, taking a deep breath as he looked down at the man crumpled on the floor. "And even though I knew I wasn’t in the wrong... the fact that I could have saved her if I hadn’t given in... haunts me every single day."

He Zeqing let out a bitter sigh, his gaze distant. "I swallowed the truth and let you pour the blame on me. But in the end... the guilt of giving her up consumed your parents. It haunted them more than it ever haunted me."

He took a step closer to Su Yunfei, his voice sharp but not unkind. "You said they left you in this world alone to be with her? Then remember this, Su Yunfei: your parents turned their backs on your sister—the very sister who sacrificed her life for you."

Su Yunfei’s breath hitched. His vision blurred further as He Zeqing’s words slashed through him like a blade.

What He Zeqing didn’t say, what he kept to himself, was the memory of Su Yunfei’s mother’s final days. The day before she succumbed to her illness, she had asked to see him. Her frail voice trembled as she begged him, once again, to keep the truth hidden.

Even with the guilt devouring her, even on her deathbed, her only plea was for him to continue carrying the burden.

In that moment, consumed by anger and years of suppressed pain, He Zeqing had finally snapped. He told her the truth she’d feared to hear aloud: that Su Yunting had willingly given her life. That Su Yunting had made the ultimate sacrifice, choosing to save Su Yunfei over herself.

It was the one thing He Zeqing had never told anyone else. Not Su Yunfei. Not the world.

Because for seven years, the narrative had remained that Su Yunting had begged to be saved. That her cries were meant for her own survival. But only He Zeqing knew the truth—that those cries were for her brother, for Su Yunfei, who was unconscious and unaware of the storm raging around him.

And for seven years, He Zeqing had borne the blame in silence, allowing Su Yunfei’s hatred to mask his own torment.

"You wanted to know the truth? Then bear it, even if it’s killing you," He Zeqing said, his voice resolute, though his eyes betrayed the deep sorrow he carried. "Just remember this—your life is the price your sister paid."

His words landed like a thunderclap, shattering whatever resolve Su Yunfei had left to retreat into despair. The weight of He Zeqing’s reminder bore down on him, forcing him to confront the brutal reality: the life he was living wasn’t solely his own. It carried the trace of Su Yunting’s soul, her sacrifice, her love.

"She let go and accepted her fate for you," He Zeqing continued, his tone softening slightly but losing none of its intensity. "She gave up everything she could have been so you could be here today. Don’t you dare think of throwing that away."

Su Yunfei trembled, his emotions a whirlwind of grief, guilt, and anger, but also something else—resolve. For years, he had been consumed by hatred, unable to move forward, unable to forgive. But now, confronted with the truth, there was no room left to hide.

"You have no right to waste the life she fought to protect," He Zeqing added, his voice steady but firm. "No matter how much you hate me or blame yourself, your sister’s sacrifice wasn’t for you to end up here, wallowing in despair or giving up. It was for you to live."

Su Yunfei clenched his fists, his breath coming in shaky gasps as tears flowed freely down his face. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to disappear. But He Zeqing’s words anchored him to the harsh reality he couldn’t ignore.

For the first time in years, he felt the enormity of his sister’s love—not as a weight dragging him down, but as a force urging him to rise.

"Live for her, Su Yunfei," He Zeqing said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because she died for you."

"I’ve always lived for her..." Su Yunfei softly replied. He raised his head to look at He Zeqing.

In the seven years since Su Yunting’s death, Su Yunfei had lived in torment and hatred, clinging to his rage as the only reason to go on. Avenge her—that had been his sole purpose, his driving force. But now, standing face to face with the truth, he felt like a fool.

He had misdirected his anger, pouring his hatred onto the one person who had risked everything to save his sister. And now, the fire that fueled his vengeance was gone, leaving only a void filled with guilt, regret, and bittersweet memories.

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he lowered his head. "He Zeqing, I’m sorry."

The sincerity in his apology was unmistakable. This wasn’t just an apology for the misplaced hatred or the cruel words he had hurled over the years. It was an apology to an old friend—someone who had been a savior, not a villain.

"What I regret most," Su Yunfei said, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions, "is not having enough pictures of her smiles." He forced a faint, pained smile. "My sister... she had such a beautiful smile. So many people used to compliment it. But our parents were so strict back then—they wouldn’t let her smile in family pictures. We barely have any pictures together. There’s only one photo of her smiling brightly, and you’re in it."

He paused, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Sometimes, the things we think are trivial end up being the most precious later on." He let out a bitter laugh, mocking himself. "If only I had treated her better back then, if only I’d let her take more pictures with me..."

But there was no "if" in life.

Life didn’t offer second chances or rewinds. Regrets didn’t disappear—they became part of you, a shadow you carried until the end.

Su Yunfei lifted his head, his gaze steady but filled with sorrow. "I’ll carry this regret, just as I’ll carry her love. But now, I think I understand—living is the only way to honor her."

He Zeqing said nothing, but the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. For the first time in years, there was a flicker of peace in Su Yunfei’s words, a tentative step toward healing.

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