At 11:58 p.m., the plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.
As soon as they stepped out the gate, the three of them spotted Que Guanghuai shivering in the wind, clutching a family bucket of instant noodles. He held the bucket in one hand and raised the other with all his might, shouting, "Hey—!"
Yan Chiyu gently grabbed Wu Yue's wrist and slipped it around from the side.
Mu Liuguang watched them walk away, then glanced at Que Guanghuai. She knew perfectly well what they meant, and a surge of warmth rose to her ears. She looked down at her feet. This time, she was truly standing on solid ground.
Her long skirt billowed as she walked briskly, the ruffled hem like white foam splashing on a calm sea when the wind blows.
"Liuguang, you've been on a plane for so long—"
Mu Liuguang pressed down on the family bucket in Que Guanghuai's hand, his dark pupils moistening with warmth, and gently interrupted him: "Sir."
"Ah, w-what's wrong?"
Being addressed so formally for a moment, Que Guanghuai was stunned and didn't react.
In a mere 0.5 seconds, several thoughts flashed through his mind.
No way, no way, could Liuguang have lost her memory? That can't be that cliché!
Has her former affection faded since she came back to life? What will she say next? Will they go their separate ways, maintain a normal friendship, or even become strangers?
Que Guanghuai thought a lot. If Mu Liuguang could let go of her past troubles and loves, forget Que Linhuai, and have no further contact with him... that would seem like a good thing.
In this way, she can live again.
Before speaking, she sighed softly. "Hello," she said in a calm voice, "my name is Mu Liuguang."
Her gaze toward Que Guanghuai slowly hardened.
"I am no longer Princess Qinghe."
When Que Guanghuai actually faced her, he wasn't so at ease.
"Yes, everything we know is a long time ago."
"No, you don't understand."
Mu Liuguang shook his head, still not revealing much emotion: "I have no friends, no family. The past years were as fleeting as a dream, and now I am Mu Liuguang, all alone."
Perhaps the former glory is gone, and the loving father, mother, and brothers are no longer there, but that doesn't matter—
She had stolen these hundreds of years, and now she had finally met Prince Linhuai.
Even if it's late, we can't miss it.
Even if Que Guanghuai is the reincarnation of Prince Linhuai, she cannot interact with him with feelings from her past life; that would be unfair to him.
Que Guanghuai's body relaxed as his tension eased: "In your memory, Que Linhuai was gentle, shouldered heavy responsibilities for the country, possessed great military and strategic talents, and was handsome and refined..."
Que Guanghuai used his remaining literary skills to praise and describe Que Linhuai, but when he mentioned himself, his expression was self-deprecating. He muttered, "Like most rich kids, I'm idle and only know how to squander money. The schools I went to were all elite classes arranged by my family, and I didn't even want to study. Actually, I've always felt that life shouldn't be too demanding. My parents didn't have high expectations for me either. After graduating from high school, they just wanted me to buy a university, and then go home to inherit the family fortune. I thought that kind of life would be enough..."
Even with his closest friends Qian Bolun and Song Wenzhi, Que Guanghuai never confided such innermost thoughts to them. Yes, isn't that true for everyone?
He composed himself, "After hearing your story, I... Yes, committing suicide on the palace wall was too impulsive, a matter of personal feelings, but what you did was for your country. I think I can no longer run away."
The boy raised his head, his face shrouded in the shadows of the moonlight. His eyes, though indistinct, gleamed with an unusually resolute light. "I've come to my senses. Maybe I can't be as amazing as Brother Yan and the others, but I think I need to try a little harder. Try a little harder to survive in this world."
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