boyutpedia Chapter 175 Watching the Yellow-Haired Falcon
Chapter 175 Watching the Yellow-Haired Falcon
Chapter 175 Watching the Yellow-Haired Falcon
Liuli bit her lower lip and quietly recounted how she met You Ming, bit by bit:
When he was ostracized by the entire school and driven to desperation by his family, he was taken away for dueling practice, protected, trusted, and encouraged.
She spoke softly and gently, but every word she uttered felt like a fine needle gently pricking his most sensitive spot.
Falcon listened quietly without interrupting, but the emotions churning wildly within him.
The contradictions were like two knives, pulling back and forth in his heart.
On one side, reason was screaming – You Ming saved Liu Li, protected Liu Li, and brought her back intact from the hands of the Obelisk Legion.
He slayed Dennis, crushed Yuri, and single-handedly supported the entire Northern Region; he is a hero of the Hyperdimension.
He is strong, intelligent, reliable in critical moments, and gentle and respectful enough to Liuli.
Looking across the entire Hyperion Dimension, there is no one else who can protect Liuli better than Yu Ming.
On the other hand, his deep-rooted siscon instinct was screaming madly, "No, I can't take it anymore!"
Absolutely not.
This blond-haired guy was of unknown origin; he appeared suddenly, approached suddenly, and suddenly captured all of Liuli's attention.
Previously, Liuli was shy, socially awkward, and dared not talk to strangers. She would even be scared into becoming an ice queen during meetings arranged by her family.
But now, the way she looks at You Ming is one of admiration, trust, happiness, and reassurance.
That was a radiance that he rarely showed to his own brother, a radiance that he held back completely.
His sister, whom he had protected for over a decade, cherished and protected from harm, and who was used as a tool for political marriage, was just like that—snatched away bit by bit by a blond-haired guy who suddenly appeared.
It's not that they stole her away, it's that they stole the softest, most relied-upon place in her heart.
"He's very good to you, isn't he?"
Falcon asked the question with difficulty, his throat tight and his voice hoarse.
Liuli nodded vigorously, her eyes lighting up with genuine joy: "Yes! Youming is amazing and so gentle. He taught me how to duel, shielded me from a lot of trouble, and even believed I could beat Youli—"
She became happier and more relaxed as she talked, completely unaware that her brother's face was gradually darkening.
"He never pressured me, never forced me, and never treated me like a tool—he said I just need to be myself."
These words, like the sharpest knife, gently ripped open the deepest, most painful, most guilty, and most protective parts of Kurosaki Hayato's heart.
He knew better than anyone how Liuli grew up.
Cold shoulders from family, pressure from arranged marriage, contempt from others, fear of social anxiety, and inescapable pressure—
He risked his life to protect her, standing in front of her, fighting for her, resisting for her, and bearing all the malice for her.
He could shield her from danger, but he couldn't shield her from the unease in her heart.
He can give her security, but he rarely lets her laugh like this, from the bottom of her heart, without any burden.
And Yu Ming did it.
This realization filled Kurosaki Hayabusa with gratitude, jealousy, and even fear.
He was grateful that someone truly treated his sister well.
Jealousy that the person isn't yourself.
He was terrified that one day, Liuli would no longer need him as her older brother.
What terrified him even more was that Yi Youming was too strong.
He was so strong that he didn't even have the confidence to push people away with the words, "I can better protect Liuli."
"elder brother?"
Liuli finally sensed something was wrong and whispered, her eyes filled with unease, "Are you... angry?"
Falcon snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and suppressed the turbulent emotions churning in his chest.
He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as he stared at Liuli, his tone serious to the point of being heavy.
"Liuli, listen to me."
"I'm not against you making friends, nor do I deny his abilities."
He paused, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a tearing contradiction.
"But you've always been naive and trusting since you were little. You Ming—his origins are unknown, his mind is too deep, and his strength is abnormally high."
"Did he approach you simply because he wanted to help you?"
"Could he have ulterior motives?"
"Do you really understand him as a person?"
Every question he asked concealed his deepest fear—
I'm afraid Liuli will get hurt, afraid Liuli will be deceived, afraid Liuli will be dragged into something even more dangerous.
I'm afraid that the peace of mind she's finally found will shatter in the next second.
Liuli was stunned, then gently shook her head: "You Ming isn't that kind of person—"
How did you know?
Falcon's voice suddenly rose and then quickly fell back down. Afraid of frightening her, he could only suppress all his anxiety. "Have you ever seen what he really looks like?"
Do you know what he went through in the past?
Do you know if he approached you because of your identity, because of this dimensional war, or for some other purpose?
He asked a series of questions, not to interrogate Liuli, but to force himself to confront the deepest fears in his heart.
He is afraid.
She feared that her younger sister, whom she had tried her best to protect, would ultimately fall into the hands of someone she "couldn't see clearly."
But he also knew perfectly well that Yi Youming truly cared for Liuli.
More sincere than anyone else.
This clarity only made him more tormented, more conflicted, and more unable to vent his frustrations.
Silence fell over the living room once again.
Liuli lowered her head and said softly but firmly, "I believe in You Ming. No matter what his background is, he won't hurt me."
These words, though spoken lightly, struck Kurosaki Hayato's heart with tremendous force.
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
The two knives in my heart are still tearing at me.
On one hand, there's reason: Admit it, You Ming is more capable of making her happy than you are.
On one hand, there's instinct: No, this is my sister, no one can take her away.
After a long while, Kurosaki Hayabusa opened his eyes, the sharpness in them turning into a resolute determination that seemed to be a desperate gamble.
He looked at Liuli, his voice low and heavy, yet carrying his last line of defense.
"I know you believe him."
"But I'm your brother. I need to confirm."
"I won't let you follow someone I don't trust."
"So, I will go and confirm it myself."
"I'll fight him one-on-one."
"He won, I acknowledge him."
"We lost————"
Kurosaki Hayabusa's eyes were as cold as ice, yet as painful as fire.
"Even if it costs me everything, I will not let him get any closer to you."
The ruins of the old arena were shrouded in twilight, the broken walls casting long shadows in the setting sun. The empty arena had no spectators, no referees, only two men about to fight for "Liuli".
Kurosaki Hayato stood on one side of the field, his black trench coat billowing in the evening breeze, his arms taut, his eyes cold as knives. He stared at Yu Ming opposite him, every nerve in his body resisting, wary, and repulsed.
In his eyes, You Ming was that blond outsider who suddenly appeared, whose origins were unknown, who approached Liuli with sweet words, and who stole all of his sister's dependence.
He couldn't just hand over his precious possession, which he had protected for over a decade, to someone whose background he couldn't possibly know.