I slowly moved to the door and found that all the lotus flowers in the pond were in full bloom, standing tall and graceful, rising from the mud unsullied. I was completely stunned by their beauty.
Suddenly, a torrential downpour began.
The man had gone off to do something, so Chu Yuan moved to the recliner he had made himself, leaned back, half-closed her eyes, and waited and waited until he finally returned.
She smiled at him, revealing her dimples: "Are you mad at me?"
The man put down the box of pastries in his hand. It contained Chu Yuan's favorite assorted vegetarian pastries, which were rich in flavor and shape. However, Chu Yuan's favorite was the lotus flower shortbread, whose delicate aroma was intoxicating.
He sat down, opened the box, and handed one to Chu Yuan.
"Eat it while it's hot, otherwise it won't taste the same when it's cold."
Chu Yuan took it, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she found it bitter and hard to swallow.
Seeing this, Dugu Jue sat down and gently embraced Chu Yuan, who was somewhat thin but still beautiful.
She moved with extreme care, as if she were something fragile.
A slight, languid smile played on his lips. "Tell me," he said, "that even though you're this sick, why haven't you gotten any uglier?"
Chu Yuan scoffed, "You actually wish I would become ugly."
"Yes, if I become ugly, then I'll only ever have my eyes looking at you..."
Otherwise, he would want to gouge out the eyes of those who were watching her the whole time!
Chu Yuan chuckled and reached out to hit him, but because she didn't have much strength, it was more like tickling his chest.
She didn't dare look at him, her gaze fixed on the swaying flower buds, their heads drooping in the rain but soon rising to greet the wind, and asked again, "Are you angry with me?"
The man lowered his eyes. "What's it to you?"
"It's my fault for not being able to stay with you until we grow old; I have to go first."
"Won't."
"Um?"
Dugu Jue tidied the stray hairs around her ears. "I won't blame you for leaving first."
Because if she leaves, he will not live anymore.
Without her, the world is lonely and desolate. What's the point?
The sound of rain pattering in her ears made Chu Yuan's eyelids grow heavy again.
It's very heavy.
Although the medication did not cause her any real pain, she could not resist its crucial effects.
Otherwise it would be too fake.
Chu Yuan knew very well that once she fell asleep, she might never wake up again.
The man also sensed something was amiss, and he held her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to meld her into his body, but he restrained himself from hurting her.
Chu Yuan's vision blurred, and she tilted her head slightly, "Dugu Jue?"
"Um."
"Dugu Ling".
"exist."
She paused, her voice choked with emotion, "I'm sorry, see you in the next life...".
Upon hearing this, the man neither shed tears nor roared; he simply stayed quietly with her to watch the last rain, the last time the summer lotus blossoms overflowed.
A single word fell silently: "Okay."
As Chu Yuan lost consciousness, a tear slid down the man's face and landed between Chu Yuan's knuckles. His thin lips trembled as he uttered a few words, "Yuan'er, don't go too far, wait for me."
After saying this, he adjusted the woman in his arms to the most comfortable angle, the one she usually liked to lean on, and then took the arsenic tea that had been prepared beforehand. In the most straightforward and simple way, he ended everything while ensuring that the two of them would be together forever.
But what he didn't know was that Chu Yuan, this heartless woman,... she wouldn't go to the Yellow Springs at all.
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