"She's dead, but my feelings for her remain." Her voice was filled with an uncontrollable sorrow, almost accusing, yet she didn't know what she was accusing. "Don't you have someone you want to miss, someone you want to see again? Or maybe you really don't. Because you don't, that's why you can say such things so easily!"
After saying this, she fell back into her chair.
A feeling of powerlessness and disgust washed over her. Although she spoke loudly and with a fierce attitude, she was aware that she was showing weakness.
It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had never gotten over that night.
She may have let go of Xiao Zhun long ago, but Xiao Zhun was not the only thing she had lost. She was not yet ready to say goodbye to what she had lost.
The soup in the bowl had gone completely cold. It had turned cloudy, and a few scallion leaves had sunk to the bottom.
After a long time, he reached out and put the cold bowl of soup aside, then took another clean porcelain bowl to serve new soup.
"I have. What you lost, I once had."
Xiao Nanhui remained silent, and Su Wei continued to serve the soup.
"That day, at sunset, my mother jumped from Jingbo Tower. I thought she would fall into the lake, but she didn't. She fell on the Shoushan Stone at the lakeside and died instantly, bloody and beyond help."
She continued to use silence to resist the voice, but the blood-red sunset and the figure of the strange woman in her dream emerged uncontrollably, overlapping with the man in moon-white clothes in front of her, like the fusion of the scorching sun and the cold moonlight, weird yet harmonious.
"I've thought about using the power of ghosts and gods to see her again. I don't ask for a long time, just a cup of tea would be enough. A cup of tea might be enough for me to ask her a few questions. For example, why did she leave on that day? Why did she choose to leave him again on the day she was reunited with her child? Was it because her child didn't do well enough that he couldn't keep her? If he could work harder, be a little stronger, would his mother be willing to stay with him?"
He stood up and slowly walked over to her with the fresh bowl of soup.
The soup bowl landed gently on the table, steam lingering around the rim of the bowl, and her vision was misty.
"However, I've pored through Buddhist scriptures and palm leaf manuscripts, yet I haven't found any so-called method for returning to life. Finally, one day, I realized it all: reincarnation is just a facade, a pretext to encourage the living and vent regrets." He took her clenched fist, pried open her fingers one by one, and placed a new spoon, still slightly warm from her body, in her hand. "The dead cannot be resurrected. From the moment they die, they completely disappear from this world. Everything you see after this, seemingly familiar and from another world, is nothing but a lie left by the gods."
His words were cruel, but his actions were extremely gentle.
She could dodge a fatal blow with tremendous force, but she could not dodge the power of gentleness.
She stared at the new spoon in her hand, and her suppressed sad face was vaguely reflected on the smooth white porcelain.
The meaning of death is far more than the pain it brings at that moment. It is only long later, at any time, when you think of what it took away that you will understand: those lost people or things will never come back.
She lowered her head but still sat there with her back straight, as if she could face everything with strength.
"sorry......"
Sorry, she didn't mean to get angry with him.
She just felt disappointed and confused about herself.
Her voice was low, and after a long time, she felt the other person's arms around her from behind, and his breath approached from behind, lingering on her shoulders, behind her ears, and beside her beating pulse.
"Xiao Nanhui, I don't want you to say sorry. I want you to find a way to live well even if you are in the darkness. Only by living can you fulfill the promise you made."
She couldn't see his face, but she seemed to be able to see the emotions burning deep in those dark pupils.
"I will not let something slip away again after having lost it once. Remember, if one day you choose to abandon me, to forsake me, even to the netherworld or purgatory, I will pursue you."
His fingers gently brushed the loose hair on her temples and tucked them behind her ears. It was as if the words he had just said were just some insignificant advice.
The more profound his words were, and the more emotional his words were, the more she didn't know how to respond.
Just then, there was a noise at the door.
Ding Weixiang hurried into the room, turned around to close the door and was about to speak, but instantly forgot what he was going to say.
Su Wei had already stood up and walked aside as if nothing had happened.
She breathed a sigh of relief and waved again in a disguised manner.
"Lieutenant Ding. Come, have some soup."
Ding Weixiang stared at the table and the soup on the table with his eyes wide open as if facing a great enemy. He wished he could use the lizard's skill to climb the wall and escape from the top of the skylight.
"Master, Master..."
His master pretended not to see his expression and slowly walked to the window.
"Have you found the way?"
Ding Weixiang took a deep breath and stood upright by the door, still far away from the table.
"Master, it's almost certain. Three days from now, no matter what the other party does, we will be able to take the initiative."
Su Wei nodded and looked at the sky outside.
"Three days is too long, why not tonight?"
Xiao Nanhui, who was pretending to drink soup, couldn't help but pause.
"But didn't Chen Shian say he would give us three days..."
"I don't believe a single word she said." The man's voice was cold, completely different from the fiery look in his eyes just now. "Not only her words, but even what my father said back then can't be trusted."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
