Chapter 118 Heart tried to commit suicide but she didn't allow it
The stone houses on the white ground are crowded together, one next to the other, as if there is no gap.
The young knight held a piece of dry bread between his chest and held a handful of broad beans. The hot air from his breath was scorching hot in the air, and his eyes were covered in white, wetting his eyelashes.
He was still worried, and tightened the string around the bean bag around his fingers. His lover was clearly the same as before.
But he still feels anxious for no reason recently.
His pace couldn't help but quicken, and the ring tightly clenched in his palm also became warm.
My breathing became heavier.
Today, today I must propose to Minnie.
He seemed to see the thread between him and Minnie, the thread he was so reluctant to let go of, gradually becoming transparent.
Absolutely not.
Minnie, Minnie...
His pace became faster and faster, and he kept repeating her name in his heart. It seemed that only in this way would the distance between her and him not be so far.
Almost there, almost home.
He opened the door and it was quiet inside.
"Bang."
"Bang."
"Bang."
It was the sound of his heartbeat.
"Minnie." He pretended to be calm and called out tentatively to the inner room. He put the food on the table.
There was no answer. The water droplets on the petals of Nuo Baizhao's flowers were translucent.
"Minnie." He walked towards the inner room and called again, calming his breathing due to the rapid heartbeat.
“Bang, bang.”
He hesitated in front of the door for a moment, then said, "Squeak."
"Minnie." Empty.
His fingertips on the door handle trembled uncontrollably.
He suddenly walked back, his pace getting faster and faster, and finally he started running.
The hurried footsteps kicked the door frame, causing an inevitable sharp pain.
"Bang, bang, bang."
He didn't dare stop.
No, no...
Really, no?
The icy wind blew through his hair, and the snow, which never stopped, fell along with his hands in front of the wooden door of Minnie's house.
No lock.
She has been here.
"Bang, bang, bang."
He seemed to already know the answer, but his brain couldn't think, it suddenly rusted, his heartbeat was so violent that it made him tremble, and his hand holding the door handle was weak.
The door was pushed open by the wind and snow.
Dim, and her.
"Bang bang bang bang."
"Bang bang bang bang."
The heartbeat was everywhere, it was beating in every blood vessel and every bone of his, throbbing and throbbing, vibrating madly, making him numb, until only his fingertips were left trembling.
His heart beat with his pulse, twisting all his nerves.
He could only breathe, and breathe continuously, his heart was cut off from supplying him.
"Bang!" The last deafening heartbeat exploded in my ears.
Everything fell silent.
…
Time, how long has passed...
Keith didn't know.
His mother gave him eyes that could see far, and this time, he saw his lover clearly, her soft hair, her beautiful new dress, and her pale face, the face that was engraved in his mind, the face that was integrated into his bones and blood.
The wind seemed to be stronger, biting his face, and he finally remembered that he could walk forward, he had a pair of legs.
At this moment, the ability to walk seems to have returned to the infant stage, when one is learning to take one's first steps.
He walked into the darkness and fell to the ground with a "bang".
Stand up, fall down, stand up, fall down, stand up, fall down...
He raised his head and saw his lover sitting there, a few steps away from him. She seemed to be just asleep. As long as he called her name, she would open her eyes and smile in surprise. She would say, "You're back, Keith."
He stopped standing up as that would take too much time, and he moved his knees little by little until he finally reached his lover.
He put the jewel ring on his palm aside, raised his head, and looked at his lover quietly and greedily. It seemed that only in this way could he keep her here forever.
It would be better to die together, so that their connection can be reconnected.
Yes, die.
Just like before, hold her hand.
Keith reached out his hand and touched it gently and cautiously. It was hard to tell whose hand was colder, hers or his.
She shouldn't have been allowed to fall into darkness alone, shouldn't have been allowed to have her heart hammered into a stake alone, shouldn't have been allowed to commit crimes alone...
She shouldn't have been left alone.
Wait for me...just a moment...
How natural it is to draw the dagger from your waist...
"Bang." A crisp sound of wood hitting came from the wooden table not far away, and it seemed to cleanse his entire body from top to bottom.
“Bang.” “Bang.”
This voice was so familiar to him, yet so strange.
He stopped stabbing his heart and turned around to look. It was a small gadget they had worked on together when they were young, the small wooden board on the hourglass.
When she was a child, Minnie always stayed in bed. Whenever she did, her father would beat and scold her for not getting up to work.
Later, her father found out that he would always finish her part of the work, and then he would walk away indifferently, as long as he got the full wages in the end.
But as time went on, Minnie felt embarrassed, so she pulled him aside that day and insisted on finding a way to prevent her from staying in bed. After much deliberation, they came up with this modified version of the hourglass.
Later, her stepmother killed her father and she no longer needed it.
He hadn't seen this hourglass for many years and thought she had thrown it away long ago.
There are a few scratches on the old hourglass, but it is spotless.
Minnie, it's time to get up.
Keith opened his mouth, but the sound seemed to be swallowed by something and he couldn't squeeze it out.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something was placed on Minnie's left hand.
A cup with only a few drops of liquid left, a piece of papyrus.
The thin paper was rough and it hurt him.
“Live, Keith.
I won't wait for you.
If you come, I will not forgive you."
The paper was shaking. Keith was dragging the light paper, afraid that if he accidentally exerted too much force, the fragile paper would shatter and disappear into the air.
His body trembled slightly, and the little strength he had left slowly drained away, as if something had really slipped away from him quietly.
The waist bends a little bit, bends...
Rest your forehead lightly on your lover's knees.
Why, why does he want to laugh at this time?
His lover, the one who knew him best, knew what to do, she knew how to stop him from doing something, she would not allow him to die, she would not allow him to accompany her.
She wouldn't allow it.
It's cruel, Minnie, it's cruel, how could you leave me here alone in this dark world.
That's cruel, Minnie.
Minnie...Minnie...Minnie...Minnie...
How could he not recognize the liquid left in the cup? It was hemlock juice.
In the end, she actually chose this method, the method she disliked the most.
His lover was not only cruel to him, but also cruel to herself.
…
He raised his head, hiding all his sadness, his eyes and brows were gentle, as if his lover had never left.
He took out a simple ring from the gap between his belt and took up his lover's cold hand.
Fortunately, his hands seemed to have calmed down now.
"Clang." The dagger fell to the ground.
Keith carefully held up his lover's hand, the ring dangling precariously between his lover's thumb and index finger.
He concentrated and slowly stretched out his hand.
The coldness of the Su Jie was slowly and densely put into his lover's hand and onto the ring finger of his left hand.
His lover was already weak, and he could only push slowly, little by little.
He opened his mouth again, but his voice was nowhere to be found.
Where is the sound?
Sound, sound, sound, sound...
I got anxious and my hands started shaking uncontrollably again.
sound……
"I……"
The hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat sounded so strange when it re-entered his ears, as if it were from another world.
"I do." Like a torn valley.
"I do." This time, it seemed a little like him.
"I do, Minnie."
The crystal clear, salty, hot liquid slid down his face and dripped onto his ring.
Another ring inlaid with gems lay quietly beside her, just like her lover, quietly watching her cry.
Will time erase her from my memory?
His lover, how could he not know what his lover was thinking? He had finally, finally occupied a place in her empty heart and in her meaningless life. He tried to be her anchor in this world, and he did it for seventeen years.
How could he not know that since she was seven years old, the little girl next door had been trying to leave this world.
After seventeen years, he finally made her want to continue living. He didn't dare let her know that he knew.
Otherwise, she would leave him without hesitation, as she felt she was a burden.
How could she be a burden?
Regarding what happened a few days ago, he had clearly tried so hard to block everything. It was his incompetence and his fault.
Minnie, look at me, please, open your eyes and look at me.
Please, give me breath again.
He still couldn't be her anchor.
The cold wind outside the door, carrying snow, rolled into the open house. A bruised woman's hand reached in and gently closed the door to shield them from the cold.
The disheveled woman turned her face away. Today, there were a few more bruises on her face.
She looked at the woman beside her and said, "Potato, she probably can't get it." She pointed to the stone house across the alley and said, "Put it there. That's her lover's house."
She glanced at a woman and two men not far away. Their clothes looked more like those of aristocrats.
Blonde hair and red eyes. Not long ago, she heard a woman say that the Marquis of Kesley of the Segarot Empire was a woman. She dug out a man's eyes and cut off his tongue in the street, and sentenced him guilty. The leader of the knights of the palace did not refute it.
North clenched the bamboo basket tightly and remained silent. She turned her head and looked at Vifiya and the others who were standing not far away. She didn't know that such a thing would happen, but here, death seemed to be very common.
Self-destruction is a felony, murder is a felony, and in North's impression, almost no man has ever been tried for this crime.
A heaviness instantly filled the air. Vifia's gaze calmly shifted from North to the ragged woman, whose exposed skin was bruised and frostbitten. She looked like most of the women here.
Her gaze was not difficult to detect. The woman looked over cautiously, but found that there was no contempt in her eyes for a woman like her who had long lost her reputation.
She was stunned. The girl's eyes were too normal, no, it was incredible. For a moment, she seemed to have returned to the time when she was not ruined.
She lowered her head and smiled sarcastically.
An exquisite cloak caught her eye. It was the lady's cloak.
She raised her head, was it out of sympathy or pity?
It doesn't matter, because the cloak looks warm.
She took it and put it on her body. The faint fragrance belonging to the lady lingered at the tip of her nose.
She lowered her head, but couldn't help but glance over, only to see that she had rejected the cloaks of the two men beside her.
Vifiya stared at the closed wooden door for a while. The man inside seemed to want to commit suicide for love. He was really out of place in this place.
As if possessed by some unknown force, she said to the woman, "As a reward, tell me about them."
The woman looked up with surprise in her eyes, as if she had not expected that a noble would be interested in insignificant people like them.
The wind and snow broke the dry branches, the sun climbed steadily up, and pedestrians hurried to and fro on the streets, no different from before.
As the story ended, Vifiya fell silent, concealing the complexity in her eyes.
In Iskana, this feeling was indeed precious. No, in the entire world, how many people could commit suicide for love? No matter what stopped him in the end, he almost did it.
So, Vifiya looked at the woman. What about her? She could tell this story, a beautiful thing was before her eyes. She...
Even though the woman was vaguely neutral, Vifia could still sense her jealousy. However, she still helped the woman named Minnie and returned the jewel ring that Keith had saved up for almost a year to buy.
Are you jealous? Vifiya didn't ask.
The woman seemed to see the problem in her eyes, and she looked into the distance in silence.
She couldn't see anything in the distance. She only saw stone houses, circles of city walls, and the snow that hadn't stopped for a long time, just like before.
How could she not be jealous? In a world like this, with such dazzling and passionate love, she had never had it before, and she would never dream of it even in her dreams.
"Do you know what the flower language of Nuo Baizhao is?" the woman murmured to herself.
"Eternal love." She answered again.
She thought that she would never forget the pure white Nuo Baizhao.
She scratched the silky cloak on her body, and her voice seemed to wander in the sky, drifting away into the distance.
"Please don't feel inferior, my love. You deserve the best. Thank you for giving me, a speck of dust, your pearl-like love."
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