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March eighteenth, the sky was clear and bright. The spring scenery stretched for miles, filled with longing and sorrow, as sunlight poured over the streets and alleys.
"Miss, the person you wish to see is waiting for you in the private room on the second floor."
The guiding woman led her through the beautifully lit guest rooms, seemingly catching a glimpse of some secret, as she watched her with a suppressed smile, her eyes brimming with gossip.
She paid no mind to what others might be thinking; instead, she pondered how, in the past, Yun Kezhai would have reacted upon seeing Feng Yuan in such a situation. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her steps quickened.
Pushing open the door, she found no trace of the figure she had longed for day and night. Disappointment washed over her as she sank into a chair, her body dropping heavily onto the seat. Lost in thought, she lifted her teacup to her lips but suddenly threw it back onto the table with a loud clatter, splashing tea everywhere.
She stood up and paced anxiously around the room a few times, her hands alternating between clenched fists and open palms. Frustrated, she returned to her seat, cradling her head in her hands, wearing an expression of dismay.
She tried hard to appear both nervous and expectant, wanting Feng Yuan to believe she was still that devoted girl who cared deeply for him. Biting her lip, she infused her gaze with a hint of feigned anticipation.
A hand gently rested on her shoulder, and before she could turn around, she was pulled into a warm embrace.
Looking up, she suddenly met Feng Yuan's eyes—cold yet tender and affectionate. Tears welled up in her eyes; they reddened as her lips trembled slightly.
"Feng Yuan!" She extended her arms and tightly wrapped them around his waist. As she pulled him closer, she stood on tiptoe and bravely pressed her lips against his, leaning forward slightly.
Feng Yuan was momentarily taken aback; he froze for a moment before sighing softly in response to her awkward kiss, his hands gradually wrapping around her back.
"Yun'er, it's my fault. I was wrong."
He held her tightly in his arms, gently kissing her cold cheek. "I must be crazy to have given you to Feng Xuan," he said, his voice filled with guilt. "Watching you dance for him that day drove me nearly mad with jealousy!"
She leaned against him, shivering slightly, as if a knife had suddenly pierced her heart, leaving her speechless. Her body stiffened for a moment, but tears burst forth like a flood, uncontrollably soaking his clothes.
"I know you're suffering too. I don't blame you, nor have I ever... resented you."
She forced a smile at him, but it was more painful than crying. Tears rolled down her pearly white cheeks like falling petals, making her look even more heart-wrenching as she raised a hand to gently wipe her tears away.
But did she really not blame or resent him?
If she had never discovered that secret and remained unaware of the truth, perhaps she would have resolutely gone to the capital, determined to clear all obstacles for him.
Yet fate seemed to delight in tormenting her, cruelly snatching away the blissful ignorance she had cherished for six years and delivering another harsh blow. Her heart was filled with bitterness, her gaze hollow and sorrowful.
A year ago, during the Hua Zhao Festival, she returned from the festivities with her maid.
As soon as she stepped into the backyard, she heard a melodious sound of the guqin. Her eyes lit up as she followed the pebble-paved path, gently tugging at her light yellow dress. She hurried over to sit beside Feng Yuan, where his cool and gentle smile welcomed her. She tucked a strand of his dark hair behind his shoulder, her fingers delicately weaving through his locks.
When the music stopped, Feng Yuan turned to her with a faint smile and asked, "What has made you so happy?"
With a playful grin that turned her eyes into crescent moons, she replied, "Today at the Hua Zhao Festival, I saw a man who could rival you."
"Oh? So, Yun'er has taken a liking to someone?"
He teased her softly, and her moonlit eyes smiled slightly, masking the cold sadness that lingered within them, a hint of mockery in her gaze.
"How could that be? I am already taken."
Her face flushed, and she lowered her head slightly, her hands unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her clothes, absentmindedly plucking at the strings of the Seven-String Zither.
From the capital to the southern frontier, they had been together day and night for six years, never leaving each other’s side. She had long considered herself his, resolutely deciding to stay by his side for a lifetime, her eyes filled with determination.
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