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Drunkenly Listening to Mountains and Seas
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"I'll ask you one last time, are you really going to give your heart to me?"
What is a heart? Just something dispensable... Qingchou turned to look at Mubai and finally nodded, "Yes, I don't want this heart anymore. You can take it away."
Endless arguments had dragged on for ten years.
She was starting to feel weary of it all.
From now on, she would sink into the Lost Dream of No Return; she no longer needed to struggle to survive in An Wusheng's world.
But just as Mubai stepped forward, An Wusheng's face flashed through her mind—his deep-set eyes, long eyelashes that nearly concealed all the colors he wished to express.
She opened her mouth, and the wind rushed through her body, throwing her to the ground with immense force.
An Wusheng roared, "I won't allow it!"
Dressed in blue, his clothes whipped wildly in the wind. "Qingchou, I tell you, if you dare to take your heart and enter the Lost Dream of No Return, I will bury you with the entire Yao Hai."
His eyes burned like fire, but the redness around them was disorienting, revealing for the first time the fear hidden deep within him.
Did he really care about her?
But what difference did it make?
“ An Wusheng, do we really need to keep tormenting each other like this? You killed my brother, yet I can't kill you. What is there to live for?”
In the vast expanse of Yao Hai, An Wusheng stood silently for a long time, and when these words turned cold, he still did not respond.
He was domineering and ruthless; it seemed that for the past ten years, she had only questioned him without ever truly understanding him.
Indeed, what was there left to live for! He suddenly stepped forward, grabbing her collar and lifting her up: “If I could do it all over again, I would never choose you out of all those boats!”
Ten years ago, he had forced the then most prestigious Northern King in Yao Hai to his death through a confrontation in the Shura Chess Game, becoming the new maritime overlord of Yao Hai. Soon after, he held a grand wife selection ceremony at the top of Yao Hai Cliff, where countless women came seeking him. As he looked out, the entire Yao Hai was submerged in boats of all sizes. All the girls waited inside their boats, waiting for him to walk past and lift the beaded curtain one by one.
Only Qingchou, braving the fierce winds and rain that day, stood at the bow of her boat, locking eyes with him at the cliff's peak.
In his youthful arrogance, he never considered the secret behind her straightforwardness. He foolishly believed that all the women of Yao Hai were infatuated with him, not realizing… she had come to avenge the Northern King.
Later he learned that she was the sister deliberately placed among ordinary people by the Northern King.
Yet even under the constant threat that she could kill him in his sleep, he still kept her by his side, within arm's reach.
Unfortunately, their relationship had always been a joke.
“ An Wusheng, though I am your wife, we have never truly been united in heart and mind. So there’s no need to torment you or myself any longer. Either let me go or… let me die.”
Qingchou forcefully shook off his hand. The wind at the cliff top tousled her hair, and her crimson attire revealed an inexplicable aura of slaughter. She stared expressionlessly at An Wusheng, locking him in place until his eyes nearly brimmed with blood.
He turned and left, leaving behind a sentence: "You die, Yao Hai will be buried with you. If you want to leave, I will give you three years."
Life is hard, but it must go on!
Letting go? Impossible. He would rather continue to torment each other, fighting to the bitter end.
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