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"He is already dead..." Ju Xiang's eyes turned red, her heart still lingering with thoughts of him.
Wen Tian's hands trembled violently as she closed her eyes, transparent tears falling onto the paper, smudging the ink into large blotches. Then blood began to drip down, strikingly bright—one drop, two drops...
"Sister Wang!" Ju Xiang leaned in anxiously, only to discover that she had bitten her lips raw. Shocked by the depth of her love, she exclaimed, "If you can't let go, why choose to let him go? There are many ways to make him stay, if only you are willing."
Wen Tian shook her head, a bitter smile on her face. "He is an eagle in the sky; no one can confine him."
Some people and some loves are like this: they can know each other, fall in love, but cannot stay together.
She forced him to drink a "poison" mixed with life-saving elixirs, uncertain if it would preserve his life...
Outside the window, leaves drifted down, and in her eyes, they transformed into a small boat, just like that little boat floating on the river far away.
As soon as he moved slightly, Tang Zhiyun winced in pain, jolted awake. He slowly opened his eyes to the sunset; red clouds floated by. He was momentarily stunned as a thought flashed through his mind: he was not dead! But how could that be possible?!
In that moment, he recalled the night before his execution when Wen Tian had visited him. She said that the pain from the flogging was unbearable for any human being and brought him a bowl of poison to ease his journey. So the medicine had been fake.
"Where are we going?" The man rowing the boat removed his hat, revealing a terrifying face. Why was it terrifying? Because a scar stretched from his left eye to his lip, shaped grotesquely like a many-legged centipede. "Someone has paid," he added.
Tang Zhiyun's mind raced. "A woman?" The man nodded and pointed upward. "The one at the very top."
For a moment, both were stunned before bursting into laughter. Tang Zhiyun smiled but felt a tug at his wound, nearly causing him to faint again. However... he chuckled softly; that woman... He struggled to lift his hands and rested them behind his head, feeling an unprecedented joy.
For so many years, he had never cared for anyone, but now—he shouted to the sky, “Wen Tian, once I recover, I will definitely come back to find you!” The man turned back to glance at him and smiled in return, suddenly breaking into song: “ mountain Li, beautiful mountains and rivers, the stream flows gently below the hills, on the opposite bank, brother sings a love song, while sister harmonizes…”
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She was her own sister. For her, she could give up her lifelong love and forsake her happiness for the rest of her life, all to fulfill her wishes, simply because she was the wife of the man she loved most.
Entering the palace for her, becoming a little bird in a gilded cage for her; yet in the end, she was merely a pawn in her game, even death was a trap set by her!
Luoqing had that dream again. In the dream, the rain fell heavily outside Leng Yan tower. Behind them on the stage, performers recited gentle melodies that drifted like mist: “This Moment of Good Fortune, only wishing for our fate to last long…”
He stood up and walked outside, clad in a bright yellow robe, his dark cap fluttering softly in the wind. As he held up an umbrella, he could not help but look back at her; his gaze held three parts reluctance and seven parts deep concern.
In the end, he simply uttered “Goodbye” before stepping into the misty rain.
That “Goodbye” seemed to fall like a precious pearl into her heart, creating small painful dents that throbbed with hurt…
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