We always miss out like this
Su Qingli and Qingdai walked to the palace gate. The carriage stopped not far away. The driver lowered his head and stood quietly.
Everything was arranged carefully and thoughtfully, just like Fu Xuechen's usual style.
Qingdai said softly, "Miss, get in the car."
Su Qingli glanced at the vermilion walls and deep courtyard, then took Qingdai's hand and said with a sob, "Qingdai, please wait for me for a moment. Let me... go see him one last time."
When I stepped into the Qianqing Palace, the figure who usually buried himself in front of memorials was rarely seen standing in front of the window. Although he was the emperor, his back looked particularly lonely and desolate.
Su Qingli walked silently behind him, and after a long deliberation, she mustered up the courage and called him softly, "Fu Xuechen."
Fu Xuechen turned around and unexpectedly met her smiling eyes.
At this moment, he knew that his decision was right.
He gave her an equally shallow smile, but that smile was filled with a deep, almost gentle bitterness.
"Why... haven't you left yet?" Fu Xuechen asked in a very normal tone.
"I've come to say goodbye." Su Qingli lowered her head slightly, her fingertips unconsciously twisting her sleeves. Her voice was as soft as a breeze. "After this farewell, I'm afraid we'll never see each other again. But between you and me... we've barely even had the chance to properly look at each other. I'm afraid we'll regret it for the rest of our lives."
Fu Xuechen's forced emotions finally collapsed, his eyes gentle and sorrowful, and he said softly: "Okay... then you look carefully."
She raised her head, and for the first time, her eyes traced his eyebrows and eyes fearlessly and seriously.
The same is true for Fu Xuechen.
"Qingli, I once dreamed of leaving a mark in your life, whether it was love or hate."
His gaze lingered on her face, and he said earnestly, "Now I hope you don't hate me, and don't remember me. Just treat me as an insignificant wisp of wind that blows by and then disappears."
He hoped that her future would be clean and not be hindered by the heavy hatred for him.
"In fact, ever since I found out you were pretending to be Tan Xi and decided to forgive you, I've been hopelessly in love with you." Su Qingli's eyes were filled with tears. "I've imagined countless times how wonderful it would have been if you hadn't left me that day."
She paused, then spoke again with difficulty: "It's the same today. I have fallen in love with you all over again, and finally wanted to stay by your side, but... you paved the way for me to leave the palace."
Fu Xuechen seemed to be frozen in place, and a rare expression of astonishment and helplessness appeared in his usually bottomless eyes.
Su Qingli laughed, looking sad and sarcastic, "You see, we always miss each other like this."
Looking at her tearful yet smiling eyes, Fu Xuechen felt a piercing pain spreading through his heart.
The corners of his lips, which had been tense all the time, trembled slightly. "I—"
"Your love is real, I know." Su Qingli interrupted him, the fiery emotion in her eyes gradually cooling, leaving only endless fatigue and desolation. "But from the beginning to the end, what I wanted most was someone who would never let me go, and you pushed me away again and again, never learning how to hold me tightly."
Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fu Xuechen's heart hard.
Divorce, divorce letter, abandoning her to marry someone else, and now forcing her to leave the palace...
The past returns like a mighty wave.
Yes.
Throughout her life, she has been abandoned by her loved ones. All she wants is to have someone who will choose her unwaveringly and never let her go.
But he pushed her away again and again, making her relive the nightmare of being abandoned.
Fu Xuechen's heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an ice-cold hand, suddenly tightening and causing his fingertips to go numb with pain.
His vision quickly blurred, and warm liquid slid down his cheek without warning. He was shocked to realize that he was so heartbroken that he couldn't say anything.
Su Qingli looked at him, cold tears rolling down her cheeks, burning her whole heart.
"Fu Xuechen, let's never meet again."
The tall and tense body shook almost imperceptibly. Fu Xuechen subconsciously raised his hand to wipe her tears, but then silently withdrew his hand. He had forever lost the qualification to wipe her tears.
"Okay, I promise."
Fu Xuechen turned his head away in vain, letting the tears flow freely.
Su Qingli walked to the palace gate with difficulty. Every step felt like stepping on broken glass, bringing her excruciating pain, but she still did not stop.
Qingdai saw her from afar, and hurried forward to support her as she was about to fall, and helped her wipe away her unstoppable tears with heartache.
"Miss, since you are so reluctant to leave His Majesty, why don't you stay?"
"People who love each other should not be separated."
Su Qingli didn't look back and stepped straight into the carriage.
"I don't want to endure being pushed away by him again and again. Even now, he still doesn't understand..."
"Let's go, Qingdai."
The carriage drove out of the inner city and arrived at the bustling streets of the outer city.
The wind outside the window seemed to carry a sense of freedom that was not found within the palace walls, but it also made the feeling of helplessness and emptiness even more clear.
Su Qingli felt a slight sting every time she breathed.
Qingdai looked at her lifeless profile and her heart seemed to be pulled.
Thinking about how to make her happier.
She opened the curtain and saw the familiar shop. She said in a light tone, "Miss, please wait for me. I will go downstairs and buy you your favorite cakes."
Su Qingli tried to force a smile, "Okay."
After Qingdai got off the carriage, the sound of horse hooves behind the carriage approached like a storm, which was particularly harsh in the suburbs.
Su Qingli's heart suddenly sank, and she lifted the curtain to look.
In the dust, a man and a horse were galloping towards me in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the face that was deeply engraved in my heart became clearer and clearer.
Fu Xuechen!
Su Qingli hurriedly lowered the curtain. Before she could process her emotions, Fu Xuechen, with the cold air from outside, forcefully rushed into the narrow carriage. The familiar scent of ambergris mixed with the smell of the world instantly enveloped her.
She blinked hard, suspecting it was an illusion caused by her excessive grief.
"You...why are you here? Didn't you say...we'd never see each other again?"
Fu Xuechen's hair was slightly messy, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead, but his deep eyes were surprisingly bright, and they captured her without blinking.
"Ari, forgive me for not keeping my word... I've tried, but letting you go hurts more than it would tear my heart out."
He held Su Qingli's hand and looked into her eyes with sad and sincere eyes.
"I was so foolish and wrong before. From now on, I swear on my life that I will never let you go."
The corners of Su Qingli's eyes turned red, but there was a struggle in her eyes.
She pulled her hand back, her eyes wandering, "What if I don't agree?"
Fu Xuechen held her in his arms regardless, his tone almost overbearing and begging, "Ali, this time, whether you like it or not, I will never let you go."
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