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The woman lightly tested the instrument in her hands. With gentle strumming and delicate plucking, she seemed to embrace the lute, half concealing her face.
It truly was envy-inducing; her beauty made the ladies present grind their teeth in frustration, while the officials were left in awe.
"Husband, that's Firefly! How could she be here?" exclaimed Suda, who had been granted the title of Nankang Princess and was also the wife of General Huan Wen. They were honored as meritorious subjects, so both she and Huan Wen had been invited to the celebration banquet. It seemed the Emperor had no intention of placing any blame on Firefly. But how could Firefly be here? Wasn't she supposed to be locked away in Sky Prison? The Emperor had issued an edict stating that no one was allowed near Sky Prison.
Huan Wen's expression darkened slightly as he gazed at the woman in white robes, her expression calm, her eyes like water yet seeing through the world's ebb and flow. She sat there serenely on the ground, but he noticed that her once delicate hands now appeared stiff and strange.
He had once joked that her fingers resembled lotus flowers, exquisite beyond words. Yet today, they looked wrapped in white strips.
His eyes filled with concern; he almost wanted to rush over and take her away. However, a woman stood beside him, willing to fight and risk her life for him. Firefly had also said that treating this woman well was akin to treating her well. Thus, he bore too many responsibilities; he could not act.
But Firefly, what have you been through?!
Her gaze was desolate and hopeless, like an endless river of spring water that would never cease.
Suda noticed her husband's unusual demeanor; though it pained her, there was more understanding. After all, this was Firefly—the one who had fulfilled everyone’s wishes but suffered herself.
Among those present, the most peculiar gaze belonged to the Emperor. He took a sip of wine and raised his cup, staring at the figure on stage for a long time without lowering it. His expression was strangely bewildered, his shattered gaze lost like a child wandering aimlessly in a deep forest—unable to find his way out. It was the deepest wound of the dark night.
The music began to play softly, gradually becoming more distant and profound. The melody carried a hint of sadness but more so a sense of liberation—a joy as if freedom were near—a broad-minded smile even in parting. Sadness and happiness intertwined; how much sadness there was, how much joy—it ultimately transformed into a wisp of light smoke in the vast sky, becoming one of the most enduring symbols in this world.
In the resplendent palace, she moved gracefully, outshining all others. She seemed not of this world.
She flourished like no other, her indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone at the banquet—whether she wished to remember them or forget them remained unclear. It was uncertain whether she was commemorating or losing memories of this place.
Holding her guitar alone, she played with nimble fingers, creating sounds that shattered the sunlight spilling across the floor. Amongst the splendor of this era were men and women lost in their own loneliness, unwilling to lose themselves again over a misguided love.
Finally, she parted her crimson lips and spoke with a voice tinged with desolation that swept through everyone's ethereal thoughts:
"This time I have truly decided to leave
To distance myself from long-standing sorrow
I want you to forget your worries and concerns
To let go of this chaotic world and be free
That time was your unintentional departure
Becoming my sorrow that I have long failed to understand
Thus I became indifferent to prosperity and could no longer rejoice
Thus I guard my loneliness and cannot return
Ah..."
Embrace the Afterglow, let you pick at will.
Ah...
Hold onto the moment, forever blooming for you.
That time was your unintentional departure,
Becoming my long-standing sorrow.
Thus, I grew indifferent to the splendor, only to bring you joy.
I want to accompany you far away from Loneliness, free and easy.
That time was your unintentional departure,
Becoming my long-standing sorrow.
Thus, I grew indifferent to the splendor, unable to find joy again.
So I guard my Loneliness, unable to return.
Ah...
Embrace the fading twilight, let you pick at will.
Ah...
Hold onto the moment, forever blooming for you.
Years later, when those present today see someone resembling you again, what they will remember is this Stunningly Beautiful Woman; they will recall her Eyes, shining a hundred times brighter than Night Stars; they will think of her Crystal Clear Gaze, more radiant than the Snow Lotus that blooms once every thousand years on Tianshan; they will remember her Gentle, Flowing Voice as if she had experienced Sorrowful moments and the passage of time; they will recall her resolute departure after singing, her enchanting and ethereal silhouette. What they will remember is a dream that will never awaken.
How could such vibrant colors bloom everywhere, only to be wasted on Ruins and Remnants?
Unclear, unremovable, unthrowable, difficult to fade away. Her love for him, and the sorrow that spanned years. Silently extinguished.
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