Chapter 51: The Nightmare Demon is Hard to Dispel, Xiang Yue Loses Her Soul and Dedicates Herself to Guarding the Moon, Lonely Cloud Heals the Scars
Liujia Mountain is nearly a hundred miles in radius, with high mountains and dense forests. The search team of hundreds of people searched from day to night, but still could not find any trace of Xiao Xiangyue.
Junko said he'd run like crazy that morning, completely disregarding the route. She couldn't catch up, and he'd vanished as soon as he turned a corner. Luo Guyun sent all the guards and bodyguards he'd brought to Japan up the mountain to conduct a comprehensive search. He himself, too, traversed the dense forest, calling out, "Yue'er... Yue'er... Where are you?" until his throat grew hoarse and he could no longer utter a word. Late in the night, muffled thunder echoed, and a torrential downpour began.
Luo Guyun was on the verge of collapse. Despite all his precautions, his worst fears had finally materialized... Judging from Wu Fang and Junzi's descriptions, the music must have stimulated Yue'er's brain nerves, perhaps awakening memories. How could he bear it? He blamed himself for losing control of his emotions and drinking so much last night. He also blamed the heavens for being blind. In this pouring rain, in the wilderness, what if... He didn't dare to think any further. Yi Shui and Yi Han also blamed themselves, saying that their third brother had strongly opposed coming to Japan in the first place, but we didn't take it seriously... Sun Mu comforted Luo Guyun, and himself, saying that Yue'er was so strong, she had survived so many hardships, and she would definitely be fine this time...
Xiao Xiangyue had been running for his life that morning, but in a panic, he slipped and tumbled into a deep ravine, fainting. He was half-buried by fallen leaves at the bottom of the ravine, so hundreds of people searched for him all day without finding any trace. It was almost dark when he slowly woke up... He remembered everything: eight years of war, the loss of the country, the shattered mountains and rivers. Those nightmarish memories, the days worse than death in the devil's lair, the unimaginable inhuman torture, Wangcai dying in his arms... Each scene was so clear... The pain etched into his soul seemed like it happened only yesterday... Later, he went blind and fell into endless darkness. He had only one thought in his mind: I can't die, I can't die, I can't leave Brother Yun alone in this world! He ate whatever he could grab, often touching the festering, stinking corpses all around him... Until one day, tied to an iron chair, he felt his blood vessels burst, and blood was pouring from his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth. Before he lost consciousness, he silently prayed to himself: I must live... I must live...
He saw the torches he searched for all over the mountains, and heard Luo Guyun's desperate calls, but he had no strength to respond, and let his tears flow... For so many years, he had lived like a fool! He should have died long ago, but he was just trying to survive! Occasionally, he would feel dazed, always feeling that the days were peaceful and beautiful, like a dream! Now, he remembered everything!
Later... he felt a kiss. It was Brother Yun! Brother Yun's kiss woke him up...
But... when he regained consciousness a little, he knew that it was not Luo Guyun! Although he could not see or hear, his sense of touch and smell were still there. He had been sleeping on Luo Guyun for many years. How could he not distinguish Brother Yun's heartbeat and Brother Yun's smell? But when he called out to Brother Yun, that person would respond eagerly, hold his hand tightly, and hug him, not letting him be alone in the darkness, afraid and helpless. He was greedy for this feeling, it was his life-saving straw... Later, he guessed who the person in front of him was. He wanted to push him away and not let him get close to him... But sometimes he would be confused. The gentle kiss, the strong hug, the careful care, the company day and night, he vaguely felt that it was really Brother Yun. He was like Brother Yun, carrying him on his back for walks in the garden, taking him camping in the suburbs. The grass, the fragrance of flowers, the running water—everything was familiar... He would chatter away, recounting interesting childhood memories in Lizhuang, stories of studying abroad in Sweden. He would listen intently, gently caressing him, kissing him, doing his best to make him feel his response. Once, he deliberately asked him to call him Brother Yun, then hugged him tightly, letting go and hugging him tighter again. He called him hundreds of times, and he hugged him hundreds of times. How could he not be Brother Yun...
Later, his hearing returned, and he knew he could no longer deceive himself. He was ready to die, and in his heart, he had already said goodbye to Luo Guyun...Brother Yun, forgive Yue'er for leaving you alone. Yue'er has done her best... He turned his thoughts into a melody, knowing that Watanabe Hiko might be just outside the window. If so, he would use the music to tell him his resolve and thoughts. The moment they met again would be the day of his death.
The torrential rain quickly gathered into streams, flooding the valley floor and lifting leaves. Xiao Xiangyue instinctively struggled to his feet, struggling to climb higher. He stumbled onto a large rock, but a cliff lay ahead, blocking the way out. He lay there, remembering that day at Jueyuan Temple, also at this height, also raining, and crying out in his heart, "Brother Yun... Brother Yun... Where are you?"
In the early morning, a search team led by Jin Er discovered Xiao Xiangyue lying on a large rock. He was already suffering from moderate hypothermia when they found him. According to Jin Er, he was still somewhat conscious at the time and had asked Jin Er to send his brothers, sisters, family members, and children away, as he didn't want others to see him in this state and didn't want to worry anyone.
Sun Mu quickly gave Xiao Xiangyue a comprehensive checkup. He found nothing serious, and his hypothermia quickly subsided. But for several days, he remained silent, refused to eat or drink, and refused to see anyone. Even when Luo Guyun tried to touch him, he dodged and curled up into a ball. Luo Guyun was so anxious that he didn't eat for several days. Every day, he would hold a bowl and persuade him: "Didn't Yue'er say that your body and hair belong to you, and I dare not damage them. This is the beginning of love. If you don't eat, I will starve with you..."
On the day Xiao Xiangyue's accident occurred, Luo Guyun called Dr. Kobe in Germany and Dr. Jefferson in the United States, and quickly arranged for a special plane to bring them to Japan. After observing Xiao Xiangyue for several days, Dr. Kobe concluded that his condition was a stress response to severe psychological trauma, and that his isolation was a form of self-protection. A consultation led by Dr. Jefferson and a team of experts agreed with Sun Mu's assessment. The congenitally deformed organs showed no signs of organic lesions, and the brain mass showed no signs of rupture or displacement. This condition was likely an acute stress reaction to sudden and intense stimulation, and for the time being, only intravenous nutrient supplementation was available. Dr. Kobe was recommended to conduct psychological intervention with hypnosis.
The hypnosis treatment ended quickly. Worried day and night, Luo Guyun looked at Kobe's pale face and became even more suspicious: "Yue'er... what... what's going on?"
Dr. Kobe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, frowned and sighed, "Poor Xiangyue, tenacious Xiangyue... The images in his mind are so terrifying! I can only touch upon them superficially and dare not go deeper... It's a miracle that he didn't go crazy! He shut himself off because he felt dirty and filthy. Maybe he subconsciously believed that he should have died a long time ago and fell into deep self-blame. For us, those experiences worse than death have happened more than ten years ago, but for him, it seems like they happened just yesterday... There is no effective treatment at present. Time... Time is the best medicine to heal trauma! We can't be impatient. Only with enough patience, love and companionship can he slowly forget and get over the trauma..."
The day after the accident, Luo Guyun, in accordance with Xiao Xiangyue's wishes, sent his family and children away from Japan. He wanted to take Yue'er back to the United States for recuperation, but Kobe advised against leaving immediately. This place was where he had regained his memories and held special meaning to him. Perhaps a longer period of observation would be beneficial for recovery.
Yi Shui and Yi Han wanted to stay with them, but Luo Guyun said calmly, "Yue'er really doesn't want everyone to mobilize troops just for him. Big Brother, Second Brother, Big Brother Sun, and the two doctors, all of you should leave. Your presence will only make Yue'er feel uneasy... Since there is no treatment, I am his best medicine. I will use my method to wake him up. Even if he remains like this, I will accompany him day and night, take care of him, and won't let him out of my sight for a moment."
Sun Mu pondered, "Well... we can't do much here right now. My brother Yun has mastered all my medicinal cooking techniques, and he's even better than me. Yue'er can only rely on his own spiritual strength to get out. Brother Yun is the source of his strength, and no medicine can compare to it."
The two of them settled down in the old house in Wenquan.
Xiao Xiangyue resisted physical contact, so Luo Guyun stayed away from him, and at night he would just sleep on the floor next to his bed. Yue'er slept restlessly, sometimes waking up from his dreams calling out "Wangcai... Wangcai...", and sometimes screaming in fear. No matter when he woke up, he would see Luo Guyun sitting by his bed, gently wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and gently comforting him: "Don't be afraid, Yue'er, brother is here..."
That morning, Luo Guyun brought a bowl of porridge. His foot slipped and the porridge was about to fall to the ground. In a flash, he used the trick of catching the moon from the bottom of the sea to catch the porridge steadily in his hand without spilling a drop. Xiao Xiangyue's mouth curled up slightly when he saw this. He hurried over and said, "How is it? Doesn't Yue'er like this trick of catching the moon from the bottom of the sea? Isn't brother good? Brother is hungry too. How about Yue'er have a bite of the porridge and brother have a bite too?" Xiao Xiangyue nodded and obediently began to drink the porridge that was fed to her mouth. The two of them took a spoonful each and soon finished sharing the bowl of porridge.
The mountains behind Liujia are steep and precipitous. On this sunny day, Luo Guoyun climbed the cliffs barehanded. With the agility of a monkey, he leaped several feet high, occasionally dangling one hand in the air like an acrobat, performing a variety of breathtaking maneuvers. Xiao Xiangyue watched from below with eyes gleaming. Suddenly, he lost his grip and plummeted to the ground.
"Brother...Brother Yun..." Xiao Xiangyue screamed, and hurriedly ran to the place where he fell...Luo Guyun didn't even bother to rub his sore butt, pulling him and shouting in surprise: "Yue'er...Yue'er finally spoke! Come on, brother will take you to play, Yue'er can do it too!" The two were tied together with a safety buckle, and a rope was lowered from the top of the mountain. One hand grasped the rope, and the other hand pulled the other. Xiao Xiangyue also used all his strength, struggling to climb up, and finally climbed to a large rock on the top of the mountain, which was exactly where Jin Er found him that day.
The two of them sat on the rocks and recalled the time when they climbed Eagle Rock when they were young. Although Xiao Xiangyue spoke less than before, at least they had questions and answers.
"Where did Yue'er hide that day? How come we couldn't find you after searching for a whole day and night? And you suddenly appeared on this stone again?" Luo Guyun suddenly asked.
"Yue'er... rolled into the valley and fainted... Later... it started raining, so she climbed up the slope behind her and came here..." Xiao Xiangyue replied softly.
Luo Guoyun stood up: "Then let's go and pay our respects to the God of Land and thank him for taking care of Yue'er for a day and a night! Oh, Yue'er is tired and can't walk anymore. Come, brother will carry you..."
Luo Guyun carried the child down the slope. Xiao Xiangyue lay on his back, pointing and gesturing, finally finding the ravine where they had fallen that day. Luo Guyun prostrated himself, muttering, "Heaven and earth, all Bodhisattvas, mountain gods, land gods, land gods, land gods, land gods, thank you for your presence and blessing my Yue'er. I vow to build a temple and burn long incense in your honor, praying for your protection, may Yue'er live a long and healthy life, blessed with peace and longevity..."
Xiao Xiangyue finally smiled: "Brother, don't you not believe in ghosts and gods? What are you talking about..."
The two wandered through the woods until dusk, when they set up camp on the mountaintop. They dispatched servants to hunt some rabbits and pheasants, which they then grilled on the mountain. The scorching aroma of the roasted food whetted Xiao Xiangyue's appetite. She devoured a large rabbit leg and a bowl of udon noodles topped with Kobe beef topping, which the servants brought her. The night sky above the mountaintop was filled with stars. Lying in Luo Guoyun's arms, Xiao Xiangyue softly recounted her days at Jueyuan Temple, how she had been taken to Nanjing by Watanabe Yu's men, and how she had been escorted to the biochemical base...
Xiao Xiangyue was getting better day by day. One day, Luo Guyun took out a formal outfit for him to wear and said excitedly, "Come on, I'll take you to the race!" Xiao Xiangyue was surprised, "What race?" Luo Guyun said, "This year's F1 race has specially added the Kobe round. I'll be representing the Moen team in today's race. Yue'er, please cheer me on!"
When they first bought the Moen Racing team, they often attended races and cheered on the team. An Argentinian racer named Leo was an exceptional performer, possessing exceptional driving skills, and he almost always played a key role in the team's victories. Every time Xiao Xiangyue saw him in action, she would cheer with excitement, her palms flushed with clapping. Luo Guyun was indignant: "A mere racer, is he worthy of Yue'er's admiration?" Xiao Xiangyue laughed at him, "Brother Yun, are you even jealous of this?" Luo Guyun refused, "Yes! Yes! Only Yue'er can look at me, no one else!" He immediately took action, hiring a top-notch coaching team, diligently practicing his driving, and personally competing in several races. He was naturally gifted at racing, and even though he was just doing it for fun, his driving skills rivaled those of a professional. Xiao Xiangyue's eyes lit up every time she watched him, thinking the sight of Luo Guyun racing on the track was simply stunning! It was a pity that her own health prevented her from doing such a sport, but fortunately, Brother Yun fulfilled his wish. After playing a few times, Xiao Xiangyue felt that racing was still too dangerous and stopped him from playing.
Xiao Xiangyue hesitated. Although he no longer kept to himself, he was only willing to interact with those close to him, such as Jin Er, Junzi, and Master Kongneng. Somehow, he was still a little afraid of appearing in public. Luo Guyun said coquettishly, "Let's go! Yue'er, don't you want to see if your brother is still as good as ever?"
The huge viewing platform was already packed. Luo Guyun and Xiao Xiangyue took a special passage directly to the VIP stands. Already seated were Sun Mu, Yi Shui, Yi Han, and a host of other relatives and friends.
"Are all the brothers here too?" Xiao Xiangyue was genuinely surprised. Yi Han smiled and said, "It's rare for someone to personally put on a show, so of course we have to come and show our support." Luo Guyun said, "I'll leave Yue'er to the brothers. Third brother, go get ready first."
Although they spoke on the phone every day, this was the first time everyone had gathered since Xiao Xiangyue recovered. Sun Mu ignored the crowd and pulled him over to look him up and down, saying happily, "Good...good, Yue'er is in much better shape than Big Brother imagined! Thanks to Brother Yun, who put aside everything and spent the past few months with Yue'er without distraction...We've finally gotten through this hardship!"
Yi Shui said, "Third brother, are you just accompanying me? During this time, you've used all kinds of martial arts, showing off your muscles, showing off your martial arts, using beauty tricks, and using the self-torture trick..." Xiao Xiangyue heard the last few words and asked hurriedly, "What self-torture trick?" Everyone fell silent at the same time. Ban Bench spoke frankly and said loudly, "I once heard the general and the second master say on the phone that he deliberately fell off a cliff and twisted his foot while riding a horse, just to make Yue'er feel distressed and talk to her..."
Xiao Xiangyue hadn't appeared in public for a long time, and there was no news about him in the media. Fans were wondering if something had happened. The spotlight suddenly shone on him, sitting in the VIP stands, and the broadcast sounded, welcoming Mr. Chalaid to watch the F1 race in person. Many of the audience were members of the Moon fan club. They didn't expect their idol to be there, which was a huge bonus! The audience was excited, and the cheers of "MOON, MOON" were louder and louder. Xiao Xiangyue hesitated for a moment, then stood up politely and waved to everyone.
Heavily armed with a silver helmet and goggles, Luo Guoyun piloted the No. 9 car like a ghost, whizzing past the stands and blowing kisses to the audience. He slashed through the corners like lightning, his tires scraping against the curb, sending sparks flying as he successfully left several cars behind. Xiao Xiangyue watched with bated breath, her heart in her throat. Fortunately, the race ended without incident, and the No. 9 car crossed the finish line first.
As usual, Luo Guoyun would hide his identity on such occasions, avoid the media chasing him for interviews, and quickly leave the venue surrounded by a group of staff, leaving only his back to the audience.
The commentator excitedly announced that Ron, the driver of the No. 9 car from the Moen Racing team, had won the race! No one knew the origins of this driver named Ron, nor could they understand why the prestigious Moen Racing team could send such an unknown driver straight into the race and see him become a dark horse...
After the match, scores of Xiao Xiangyue's fans waited outside, hoping for a lucky glimpse of their idol or a chance to get an autograph and a photo. Normally, Luo Guoyun would have let him leave through a special passage. Today, however, he allowed him to interact with the fans for a considerable time, escorted by security personnel. Observing from a distance, he handled the situation with ease and grace, showing no signs of compulsion, and finally felt relieved.
The brothers stood aside, waiting for Xiao Xiangyue, who was surrounded by fans. Yi Han smiled and said, "Second brother, I'm impressed by you! You've put so much effort into planning this, and it's finally paying off!"
Luo Guyun said, "Third brother had no choice but to come up with this trick! Although Yue'er has recovered, there are still some changes from before. He is very afraid of going to unfamiliar environments and interacting with strangers. I wanted to take him to art exhibitions and concerts several times, but he refused. He likes Van Gogh's paintings very much. Last month, I specially contacted the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam to hold a touring exhibition in Kobe, but he refused to go..."
Sun Mu grumbled quietly, "Brother Yun simply wanted Yue'er to escape, and he's achieved his goal. Why risk your life like this? That corner you took was incredibly dangerous! You're in your forties now, and you're not the same as you were back then. What if something goes wrong? What will happen?"
Luo Guyun smiled and said, "Yue'er's standard is that of the world's number one racing driver, Leo! I'd rather not compete. If I'm mediocre on the track, won't that make him look down on me?"
Yi Shui glanced at him and said jokingly, "The power of capital is infinite! With Third Brother's skills, it would be easy for him to make the performance thrilling and win the championship..." Yi Han also teased, "Tsk tsk, Third Brother is so Versailles! Will Yue'er look down on you? With the admiring look in your Yue'er's eyes when she looks at you, we can only envy and hate her!"
In the evening, everyone took a hot spring bath and went back to their rooms to rest.
The two of them huddled on the sofa, flipping through photos of F1 races. Xiao Xiangyue was lost in thought as she stroked the handsome Luo Guyun, who was wearing a full set of professional racing uniform and a helmet.
Luo Guyun said aggrievedly, "Yue'er didn't keep her word! We said before that no matter what happens, no matter what the circumstances, we must love each other forever and cherish each other! Only death can separate us! ... But, brother feels that Yue'er has been lukewarm towards me recently. It's confusing and very sad..." Xiao Xiangyue suddenly pushed him away, knelt on the ground, and said solemnly, "Brother, Yue'er has something to confess to you. If you hate me because of this, Yue'er will leave and never see you again in this life." Luo Guyun was so scared that he quickly helped him up, hugged him and said, "What is Yue'er doing? Can't we just talk it out nicely?"
Xiao Xiangyue lowered her eyelids, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind. She said slowly: "Back then, after Yue'er woke up, she knew that it was not Brother Yun, but Yue'er still rubbed his ears and rubbed his ears, and they were close. It's not that Yue'er is cowardly, afraid of death, or fickle, Yue'er really... wants to live too much! When Yue'er thinks about leaving brother alone in this world, she is heartbroken and can't breathe. Nothing is more important than being able to see you again! No... no... Yue'er is still too cowardly! Yue'er is timid, afraid of the dark, self-deceiving, and greedy for that momentary warmth. Yue'er... Yue'er is sorry for brother!"
Luo Guyun pinched his cheeks with both hands, resting their foreheads against each other, and said playfully, "Yue'er, is this what you're talking about so seriously? Is this what you're brooding over? This isn't surprising, I've known it for a long time! Tell me! Is there anything else you want to confess?" Xiao Xiangyue's eyes widened: "You...you know everything?" Luo Guyun said, "Of course I know! After rescuing Yue'er, I communicated with Dr. Kobe countless times. We discussed every detail of Yue'er's time in the enemy camp in depth. Do you think this is some big news?"
"Also, if Yue'er thinks that brother will dislike you because of this, then I will be really angry! Brother wants to thank Yue'er... Thank you, Yue'er, for being willing to live for brother when living is ten thousand times more difficult than dying..." Luo Guyun slid under the sofa, knelt on his knees, and said solemnly. He then bowed to the ground with great respect.
Tears streamed down Xiao Xiangyue's face. She hugged Luo Guyun, who was kneeling on the ground, unable to hold back any longer. She cried until her whole body trembled and her voice was hoarse. The pain and fear that had long been pent up in her heart, those unbearable memories, and the indelible pain seemed to be vented at this moment.
The two knelt on the ground and hugged each other and cried bitterly.
Luo Guyun choked up: "Cry... cry... Yue'er, it's okay if you cry... it's over... it's all over! God has mercy on us, we are still fine, and we are together well, aren't we..."
The Spring Festival was approaching, and Xiao Xiangyue had recovered well. She was ready to return to Yuelianghu Villa with Luo Guoyun to reunite with her family and friends.
Jin Er was reluctant to leave Xiao Xiangyue, but he also envied him for having so many relatives. Xiao Xiangyue warmly invited him to spend the Spring Festival together in the United States, hugging him and saying, "Xiangyue's relatives are Jin Er's relatives. We've been living in the old house for half a year, so it's time for us to show our hospitality..." Jin Er was relieved to see that he remained calm even after regaining his memory, and happily agreed.
That night, Luo Guyun packed his luggage and took out the suitcase left by Watanabe Hiko: "What are you going to do with these things Watanabe Hiko left for Yue'er?" Xiao Xiangyue looked at him straight in the eye: "How to deal with them depends on brother's attitude..." Luo Guyun said: "What do you mean, Yue'er?" Xiao Xiangyue said: "Brother was drunk that night, and Yue'er felt deeply guilty for not being able to empathize with brother. Now that I have recovered my memory, I can probably guess what's in the box... If brother still minds, Yue'er will open it and take a closer look, not for anything else, just to comfort and console brother. If brother has let it go, then the things in here are meaningless to Yue'er." Luo Guyun said: "You are so good, Yue'er! You have handed the problem to me, and you don't even leave brother any room..."
Pulling him to sit on the sofa, he said seriously, "Yue'er wants to know what brother is thinking. It's quite complicated... irreconcilable hatred, jealousy, envy, gratitude... it's all there. When I think about how he pushed Yue'er into the devil's den because of his own selfish desires, I wish I could tear him into pieces... Yue'er is brother's, how could I let others get involved? But he just... When I think of the scene of him and Yue'er whispering in each other's ears, brother is jealous to the point of madness! When Yue'er needed brother the most, it was him who stayed by her side, not me, and I envy him very much... When brother couldn't protect you, someone was willing to accompany you and take care of you in my place, and pulled you back from the brink of life and death. I also feel grateful..."
Xiao Xiangyue placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and whispered, "Since that's the case, let's both choose to forgive! Tomorrow... Yue'er wants to go to General Watanabe's grave, fulfill his last wish, and play "Moon over the Deserted City" again..."
It was the middle of winter, and a snow had just fallen. Xiao Xiangyue was coming to pay her respects, and Luo Guyun had already sent men to line the stone path leading to the backyard and the area surrounding the cemetery with smokeless charcoal braziers.
The door to the backyard was wide open. Master Kongneng had been waiting at the door long ago, his hands twirling his Buddhist beads trembling with excitement as he kept muttering, "I've waited. I've waited..."
Watanabe Hiko's grave faces east, beneath a century-old cherry tree. The leaves have fallen, leaving only the sturdy, black branches standing proudly against the sky. The mountains are covered in snow. This area, near hot springs, is humid and hot, melting the snow as it falls to the ground. The grass on the grave still retains a hint of green. The tall tombstone bears no title or inscription, merely the simple words "Monument to Mr. Watanabe Hiko." In the upper right corner, a crescent moon is engraved, the sole ornament on this minimalist stone.
Junko placed the koto she was holding on the low table in front of the tomb. Xiao Xiangyue, dressed in traditional Japanese robes, looked solemn as he personally lit incense and candles and bowed three times. He sat down with a graceful demeanor, but didn't immediately play the koto. He closed his eyes slightly, as if in a trance, and sat quietly for a long moment before placing his hands on the strings.
The sound of the piano flows.
In the azure sky, a lone goose circled for a long time, making a shrill cry, as if echoing the sad and magnificent rhythm.
Luo Guyun stood solemnly aside and threw the things in the brown suitcase into the charcoal brazier one by one. Accompanied by the desolate and lonely piano music, they turned into ashes with the rising smoke.
The last note ended with a thud, and the string snapped. Xiao Xiangyue's ring finger was cut, and a few drops of blood stained the strings red and dripped onto the zither made of withered tung trees. Two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks from her tightly closed eyes.
Luo Guyun felt distressed, but he knew that at this moment, any words of comfort would be too pale. He just put the cut finger in his mouth and sucked it to stop the bleeding, then held him in his arms and stroked his back gently.
The two of them embraced each other quietly in front of Watanabe Hiko's tomb until dusk. Xiao Xiangyue raised her head and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, it's getting late. Let's say goodbye to General Watanabe..."
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