As if struck squarely between the eyebrows by a bullet, thousands of years of hesitation, confusion, and uncertainty were instantly shattered. Surrounded by enthusiastic shouts and a rain of colorful ribbons, Su Daji stood frozen in place for a long time.
After a long while, she murmured to herself, "Yes. The person I've been searching for is myself."
That self who didn't make too many mistakes, yet whose reputation was tarnished by historians' smear campaigns, and who was utterly powerless to defend himself.
That person who faced a historical torrent of insults, tried to explain but found it all in vain, and could only silently give up, even becoming self-destructive and reckless, simply adopting the demeanor of a femme fatale.
Under the long-standing infamy of being a seductive and bewitching concubine, she eventually forgot what she really looked like, and even forgot her original self.
That self who couldn't find any way to escape from the misunderstandings and slanders of the world, and didn't even know the right direction in life.
That person who finally mustered up the courage to try showing themselves in front of others for the first time and received unexpected recognition, rekindled a faint hope, but was suppressed and frozen in their heart, afraid to boldly admit it.
...
"So, in this long, hellish time..." Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face. Su Daji murmured, "...I've always been looking for myself."
"The one hidden beneath the name 'Su Daji' is the most authentic and complete self, possessing all emotions and desires, strengths and weaknesses."
"That most vibrant version of yourself, with passion, desire, dreams and direction, fear and apprehension, and countless possibilities in life."
"That original and authentic self that I lost in the very beginning."
"It turns out it has always been right beside me."
"I didn't realize I'd lost it so long ago."
As if to vent all the grievances and confusion of the past three thousand years, Su Daji disregarded her snow-white cashmere coat, slowly squatted down, covered her face with her hands, and cried silently.
"So, all I ever wanted was something this simple..."
"But……"
But why did she have to wait so long and hesitate before she finally had the courage to seek it out and face it?
No one answered Su Daji.
No one can answer Su Daji's question.
Without any intention of disturbing Su Daji, Shang Xiaosong simply stood quietly beside her, occasionally handing her a clean handkerchief.
After grabbing about ten handkerchiefs from Shang Xiaosong and crying her heart out until her beautiful eyes were swollen like peaches, Su Daji finally composed herself and asked in a muffled voice, "Thank you. How did you come up with this answer?"
very good.
He stopped calling himself "Mr. Shang".
He didn't find Su Daji's crying pathetic; on the contrary, he felt that this vibrant Su Daji, stripped of her usual refined facade, possessed a more lively and alluring charm. Shang Xiaosong smiled and said, "Perhaps it was a momentary tacit understanding."
"Don't glare at me."
"That's really what I think."
"Actually, when I watched your series of performances in 'Produce 101,' I vaguely felt that something was off. But at the time, I was only immersed in the excitement of finding the goddess I had been dreaming of for many years, and I didn't really grasp the root of these oddities."
"Until the day you rejected me."
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