Chapter 1263: How did you end up like this 5? Chapter 1263: How did you end up like this 5? Watching Alia’s current state, Jolson felt increasingly heartbroken and distressed.
However, Alia lifted her head and with her tranquil, unrippled eyes, she looked at Jolson and said, “Six years ago, my happiness ca from having one more Limited edition coat or a beautiful skirt in my wardrobe, or a Global Limited Edition handbag, or even the jewelry you bought with eight or nine figures, and it might co from a pair of custom shoes made just for by a famous master.”
“But, that was six years ago, and six years later, my happiness cos from the peace in my heart, from my fondness for this ascetic life, and even more from the most primal satisfaction in the depths of my heart.”
Hearing her words, Jolson didn’t feel happy at all.
“Am I really not enough for you? Tell , is it spiritually that I haven’t satisfied you? Is it materially? Or have I failed to satisfy you physically? Can all that I once gave you really not compare to the ascetic life you’re living now?”
The more Alia displayed an inner sense of satisfaction, the more guilty Jolson felt, and it scared him. He feared she had long forgotten everything that had happened between them as siblings, afraid that he was the only one who rembered and couldn’t let go.
“Brother, you are good, and I was happy once, but that happiness is not the sa as my current happiness. My current happiness cos from the peace within, while my past happiness stemd from inner turmoil.” This was the first ti Alia addressed Jolson as brother, and obviously, his face showed an excited smile.
“Between the two kinds of happiness, if I must choose one, I will only choose the life I have now. So, please brother, respect my choice, okay?”
“I’m not forcing you to choose. Co ho with , we can practice asceticism there, okay? I can be with you,” Jolson said, making the decision for her with his own thoughts.
“Accompany in shaving my head? Reciting the sutras? Eating vegetarian food? Wearing rough hemp clothes? Or expecting to go ho and stay there with you like a Golden Oriole?” With each question she asked, there was no resentnt, only a calm narration.
Truly, Alia had let go of the past.
“Ho is just a place, and here you just stay in this place too, what’s the difference? Other than practicing asceticism in a different location, there is no other difference.” That’s how Jolson saw it.
Alia looked at him and shook her head. He was still the sa, even more obsessed.
In the end, she chose silence. There was no need for words of persuasion; they would be of no use, he wouldn’t listen.
Alia turned and left, and without a second thought, Jolson followed her.
He couldn’t believe that he couldn’t move her.
He believed that it was just a matter of ti before Alia would co ho with him.
Alia did not send Jolson away, letting him follow her as she went about her activities, just like any other ti.
Today’s breakfast was stead buns, white porridge with salted vegetables, and Alia, as usual, had two stead buns, a serving of white porridge, and a small serving of salted vegetables.
Jolson was stunned by such a sight of Alia.
Forrly, Alia was ticulous about her diet to maintain her slim figure, never deigning to taste anything less than exquisite and delicious, let alone sothing as plain as stead buns, white porridge, and salted vegetables. This was the first ti he had ever seen Alia eating such food, and enjoying it so heartily…
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