Chapter 104: Pouring Out One's Heart

Chapter 104: Confessions of the Heart

Wu Hong shouted out loud, startled beyond measure. The woman beside him was none other than his sister, Wu Songran. His large hand was inexplicably resting on her delicate chest, causing cold sweat to break out all over him.

He quickly rolled off the bed, only to realize he had no clothes on—fragments of torn fabric littered the entire room.

Wu Hong hastily waved his hand, unleashing a powerful surge of true energy to guard the doorway. However, his loud shout had already alerted some concerned individuals within the Wu Royal Residence.

Wu Songran, awakened by Wu Hong’s cry, suddenly saw him standing not far away, fully naked and dazed. Her face flushed crimson as she desperately searched for something to cover herself, only to find nothing but shattered cloth scraps scattered around them.

Overwhelmed with shame, Wu Songran lowered her head deeply, trying to hide between her own ample bosom.

Even then, Wu Hong felt it all unreal. Although he knew they were not related by blood, he had always regarded Wu Songran as his sister. Yet, the current situation clearly suggested something inappropriate had occurred—something no fool would misunderstand.

In Wu Hong’s mind, the only women he truly cared for were two: the ever-cold Zhou Linger and the elusive Wu Tenglan, with whom he had shared ambiguous moments in a sedan chair but who had since vanished. He had never once harbored impure thoughts about Wu Songran.

Summoning courage, Wu Songran met Wu Hong’s eyes directly, arms no longer guarding the tumultuous waves upon her chest, boldly exposed to the air.

“Uh... Uh... Ran...” Wu Hong stammered, struggling to find the words, momentarily stunned into silence.

“It’s alright, Brother Hong. We are not related by blood,” Wu Songran said, stepping down from the bed, her body still bare but unashamed, moving beside Wu Hong.

Wu Hong instinctively retreated several steps, wearing a look of self-reproach that seemed unforgivable.

Seeing Wu Hong like this, tears welled up in Wu Songran’s eyes, threatening to spill over.

Wu Hong’s heart ached deeply, wanting to speak but at a loss for words.

“Brother Hong, perhaps you don’t know. Ever since you saved me in the Heavenly Scripture’s little world, I realized I’ve fallen in love with you. But at that time, our identities were complicated—you were my brother; I was your sister. I knew feelings beyond sibling ties should never arise between us,” Wu Songran began, lost in endless memories. Their most intimate moments had already passed, and she no longer cared if Wu Hong saw her entirely. She slowly circled him, revealing her innermost feelings.

“Brother Hong, do you understand? My heart has been torn apart by this. I want you to be happy, but whenever you are close to another woman, my heart aches inexplicably with pain and loss.”

As she spoke, it seemed as if she had found someone to confide in. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks.

Wu Hong unconsciously reached out, wiping away two tears fromI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.