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Looking at the piles of gold and jewels filling the entire house, I expressionlessly beckoned Yun Ying to find a way to secretly transport them to Jun Jin Villa, where they were truly needed.
Is this the compensation for Xie Weiying? I casually picked a few pieces to admire; they were indeed generous! Each item was worth a fortune, enough for Little Seven to continue expanding. But is this all that a woman's sacrifice in this era amounts to? How ridiculous...
In the backyard, I had planted a few hibiscus trees. My hair was somewhat disheveled, and the hem of my skirt was tucked into my waist. My face, hands, and shoes were speckled with yellow dirt. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand and headed back with my tools. A casual glance revealed Huan Wen leaning against the wall, wearing that familiar nonchalant smile. I didn't need to guess; he was here to mooch a meal.
Sigh, Demon Child has been gone for quite a while now. I wonder if he misses my cooking. Is he taking care of himself as I asked...
Old Buddy, Girl misses you.
Sister Beauty has also left.
One by one, those around me are departing. Does this signify that I too will leave... Even though here, I have no home, no place to return to...
I looked around at the garden filled with Spring Colors—lush flowers and vibrant hues—but I couldn't muster the mood to appreciate it. Lazily glancing at Huan Wen again, I lowered my head and continued walking listlessly.
Seeing my weary expression and vacant eyes, Huan Wen leaped down gracefully and landed steadily in front of me. He pulled out a silk handkerchief from his collar and carefully wiped away the dirt from my face and the fine beads of sweat on my forehead, treating me as if I were a rare treasure.
I stood there obediently, gazing at him earnestly.
This boy who grew up alongside me had unknowingly matured. He now had a broad back, mature features, and strong lines... Though I had always been reluctant to admit it, he truly was destined to become the renowned ambitious figure Huan Wen... While I knew little about Jin's history, I was aware of those famous young heroes full of spirit...
And now, the young man before me, Huan Wen, was one of them.
I just wanted to pretend to be naive and live an ordinary life, but the path ahead is always beyond my control.
What General Anxi or Governor of Jingzhou... none of it concerns me...
Thinking of this, I smiled faintly at Huan Wen, who returned my smile with a mischievous grin. He was still the charming playboy Huan Wen. I didn’t know why he would change in the future, but I remained grateful for the kindness he had shown me over the years.
My brows furrowed slightly as I tightly gripped the Azure Jade Disc hidden in my sleeve. Even as my nails dug into the flesh of my palm, I remained oblivious to the pain…
I bit my lip, my thoughts drifting back to that day when I woke up from drunkenness—
“Ugh…” I groaned in discomfort; the hangover was unbearable. Struggling to open my eyelids, which felt glued shut, I saw Sister Beauty looking at me with a weary face, yet her eyes sparkled with laughter as she held a delicate porcelain bowl.
“Awake?” She leaned closer to help me sit up. “Your head hurts, right? Here, drink some Hangover Soup.”
“Ugh, it hurts so much… Sister Beauty, you’re so good to me!” I mumbled sleepily, snuggling into her embrace, reluctant to get out of bed.
She patiently waited for me to gather myself before gently blowing on the soup to cool it down before feeding it to me. I closed my eyes and savored it.
After a long while, I finally mustered the strength to get out of bed and stretched comfortably. Waking up every day to see Sister Beauty was truly refreshing!
“Little Jin, you need to take care of yourself from now on. I… have to go.” Sister Beauty’s soft voice suddenly broke through my thoughts.
“Go?!” I turned in shock to look at her. “Where are you going?”
She didn’t answer but simply smiled lightly and said, “Whether you believe it or not, Little Jin, I love you.”
My face paled, and my mind buzzed as I stood there like a statue. Forcing a weak smile, I replied, “Sister Beauty, you’re joking with Little Jin again. Hey, I've told you that joke many times.”
She blossomed into a radiant smile and gazed at me intently for a long moment before walking over and pressing a kiss on my cold lips, whispering softly, “I don’t care; I don’t care about anything.”
My heart skipped a beat as I tightly clenched the hem of my clothes, struggling against tears that threatened to spill. I said softly, “Sister, you can’t like me; I’m not worthy of you. You can like Big Brother or any man in the world who deserves you, but you just can’t like me. In this world, I won’t and can’t love anyone.”
I can't quite remember what Sister Beauty said to me; all I recall is a blankness in my mind. I gazed at her with vacant eyes, seeing her sorrowful and hopeless expression, along with the calm yet desolate aura that spread around her.
I stumbled away, my mind stubbornly echoing Sister Beauty's words: "Jin, I know you are a girl. But I still love you. Today is the last time, goodbye, Little Jin.
My descendants will return to this place and build a nation for you."
Her smile was as breathtaking as when we first met, radiant like the dawn, splendid and boundless. Yet a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, landing in my palm, hot enough to leave an unforgettable mark on my heart. That face, with tears in her eyes yet suddenly breaking into a smile, held within it infatuation, pity, longing, pain, and hope. It felt as if I had fallen into a maze from which I could not escape.
I had no choice but to run away, even though I knew that after this farewell, we would be worlds apart.
My beloved Sister Beauty would abandon me as well.
With tears welling up, I lightly laughed and said to her, "Sister, you're leaving too. There will be no one else in this world who cares for me and pities me like you do."
But sister, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...
"Firefly, what's wrong with you?"
"Ah?!" I looked at him in confusion. "Brother Wen, what's the matter? Is the food not good?"
"Firefly, have you been overworking yourself lately? With a handsome guy like me around, it's understandable if you get distracted."
I forced a smile through my stiff lips and replied, "It's nothing, Brother Wen."
I picked up my chopsticks and eagerly served him some dishes. "Eat more; this is your favorite Azure Pepper Bamboo Shoot, Salt and Pepper Shrimp, and Old Fire Beautiful Soup."
I lowered my head slightly and murmured to myself, "In the future, I might never taste these again."
"What?" He looked up at me with a puzzled expression.
"Oh, oh, it's nothing, nothing. Just eat. Otherwise, it'll get cold."
He set down his bowl, crossed his arms, and silently stared at me. "Come on, what's going on? You've been zoning out several times today. You're not acting like yourself."
I looked up and gave him a faint smile.
He disgustedly covered my face with his hand, blocking my smile. "Firefly, stop smiling. It's forced and looks terrible." I couldn't see his expression, but I caught a hint of his faint fragrance and felt the warmth radiating from him.
Taking a deep breath, I said, "Brother Wen, Firefly might be leaving for a while. When that happens, don't miss my cooking too much; I'm afraid I won't have time to make it for you."
His expression instantly darkened; it turned out I wasn't the only one pretending everything was fine.
"I heard. That day An ran to the Red Lattice Flowers and cried all day. Firefly, tell me, is this your choice?"
"Yes." I looked at him calmly.
"Then you need to take care of yourself. Eat, just keep eating. The meal you made today is quite lavish." He urged me to eat with a normal expression, but I could clearly see his hands trembling slightly.
"Brother Wen, I've wronged you; you should forget about Firefly."
"Dead Girl, what are you talking about?" He leaned in and roughly ruffled my hair. "Who would like someone as flat as you? Just eat."
Friend Gathering Pavilion.
The crowd bustled around us; those coming and going were all elegantly dressed young masters and graceful youths with literary flair.
"Brother Sima, I'm here."
I rushed over, and as I got closer, I noticed a man beside him wearing a grayish-blue Silk Satin robe. He had a handsome face and eyes that sparkled like black glass, tall and graceful.
Those glass-like black eyes were curiously studying me. They looked so familiar. After a moment of recollection, I finally remembered that he was the one who had been observing me closely the day Brother Three took me to the Red Lattice Flowers. His name seemed to be Wang Dao. I steadied myself; he definitely wouldn’t know who I was. Calmly, I walked over and sat down next to Brother Sima.
"Little Jin, this is Wang Dao. My dear friend. Today he insisted on coming to meet you, my lovely little brother."
"An Young Master, I've heard so much about you."
I looked at him indifferently and replied lightly, "Likewise. Your esteemed name is well-known in Jiankang."
Upon meeting him, I completely ignored Shen Qing and Wang Dao's presence and continued to complain to Brother Sima about Sister Beauty leaving without warning, feeling increasingly aggrieved as I spoke.
To my surprise, he merely replied, "Second Sister has her own matters to attend to; it was unavoidable."
I felt a surge of frustration. These people truly were cold-hearted.
The meal was tasteless; anyone would feel the same if a man stared at them from start to finish—it would make even the finest delicacies lose their flavor.
I could tell that Brother Sima admired him. I knew there was a famous historical figure named Wang Dao who eventually became a renowned statesman. Could it be him?! Lost in thought, I suddenly raised my head in surprise, nearly choking on my food. Thankfully, someone kindly handed me a glass of water; it was my elder brother.
He smiled gently at me, "Take your time."
Unfortunately, I lost focus again.
The meal left me feeling dazed until we were about to leave when Wang Dao suddenly leaned coolly close to my ear and said, "An Young Master, for some reason, I feel like you resemble someone..."
I was taken aback, a cold sweat breaking out in an instant. Yet, I still managed to smile lightly at him and said calmly, "Young Master Wang, you might be mistaken. There is only one An Jin."
Sima Langye also smiled faintly and said, "My An Jin has always been unparalleled in the world."
I didn't realize he was referring to my An Jin.
Wang Dao's expression changed slightly.
Returning to the Curved Pavilion, I inexplicably found myself in the room where the Demon Child used to stay. I wandered around for a long time, sighed deeply, feeling bored. As I turned to leave, I stepped on a piece of paper by the door, likely something the Demon Child had carelessly written and forgotten to throw away. It had fallen to the ground after being blown off the table by the cool breeze.
I picked up the paper from the floor, and it boldly read: If love has a destiny, I will wait for you my whole life.
The tears that had long been dammed up finally burst forth in an instant, pouring down like rain. My heart ached so much that it made me convulse; I pressed my fingers against my chest but still couldn't stand… the pain made it hard to breathe…
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