Chapter 63
Seven days later, Jiang Hansheng's funeral.
The sky over Kyoto was gloomy that day, and fine raindrops fell slowly like sad threads.
The rain was so cold that it penetrated into the bones, soaking every inch of the land.
Half of the mountain was covered by countless black umbrellas, like a black ocean, silent in the rain.
Under the umbrellas were people who came to pay their respects, and the largest number were believers protected under Jiang Hansheng's wings.
The raindrops fell on the black umbrella, making a dripping sound, intertwined with people's sobbing.
That voice, like a heavy sigh, seemed to be saying: God is jealous of talented people.
The crowd walked slowly forward, their footsteps leaving deep and shallow marks on the muddy mountain road, as if every step was stepping on people's hearts.
After the ceremony, the rain got heavier, blurring her vision but making Si Wan's memory of Jiang Hansheng clearer.
Looking at the portrait on the tombstone, I suddenly felt that the person in the photo came to life and walked out of the frame.
The eyebrows and expression were exactly the same as those of the master who lived in the Ming Dynasty in her memory.
Si Wan's thoughts were instantly pulled back to that distant era. In the courtyard, the master was wearing a long gown, holding a palm-leaf fan, and his chivalrous demeanor was always mixed with a bit of bandit quality.
A breeze blew by, ruffling the master's hair and beard, and also creating warm ripples in her heart.
At this moment, the hustle and bustle of the funeral seemed to have faded away, and all that was left in her world was confusion.
Every detail reminded her that this was her master.
Those memories that were buried by the years came like a tide, and tears blurred her eyes involuntarily.
She walked forward slowly, stretched out her hand to touch the person in the portrait, but stopped just before touching him.
She was afraid that this was just an illusion, and that everything would disappear with this touch.
"If you were my master, please stop the rain." Si Wan said softly.
The people around her gave her strange looks, but Si Wan ignored them.
Until the funeral ended and the crowd gradually dispersed, Si Wan still stood there, immersed in the illusion of reuniting with her "master".
"Auntie, don't cry." Liuliyao held Si Wan's cold little hand.
Si Wan slowly looked at Liu Leyao, and was in a trance again. She murmured: "Fuer..."
Liu Leyao's lively eyes and small nose are very similar to her younger sister Si Fu who died of heart disease.
In an instant, memories of the past flooded her like a tide.
Once upon a time, Si Fu was also so lively and lovely. They played together in the yard and listened to their mother telling stories under the moon.
The days back then were simple and beautiful. However, fate was so cruel that a serious illness took Si Fu's life and also left a wound in Si Wan's heart that would never heal.
Si Wan looked at Liu Leyao, as if she saw Si Fu when she was a child.
Her eyes gradually became distant. She remembered Si Fu's pale face when she was sick, her helplessness and despair as she stood by her bed, and her heart-wrenching cry when her sister left.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't help but let them fall.
Liu Leyao noticed something was wrong with Si Wan, so she gently took Si Wan's hand and said, "Auntie, the rain has stopped. I'll take you home."
The rain actually stopped.
Si Wan came back to her senses and looked at Liu Leyao in front of her. She smiled happily and said, "Well, let's go home." She gently touched Liu Leyao's head and called out, "...my Fu'er."
Si Wan did not sleep well that night. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, her consciousness seemed to have fallen into a fantastic and terrifying world.
She felt like she was suspended in a void of darkness, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
Suddenly, a huge black hole appeared not far away. It seemed to be alive and emitted a powerful suction force.
Si Wan wanted to escape, but her body was out of control and was slowly pulled over by the powerful force.
The distorted light from the edge of the black hole spread towards her like ghostly tentacles.
The closer she got, the more fear she felt in her heart.
She could clearly feel her own heartbeat, beating wildly in the silence like a war drum.
Seeing that she was about to be swallowed by the black hole, the darkness around her became thicker and thicker, as if it was going to devour her soul.
She opened her mouth to call for help, but no sound came out.
Just when the black hole was about to swallow her completely, her body trembled violently, as if being pulled back by an invisible force.
Si Wan suddenly woke up from her dream. She was gasping for breath and her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat.
She sat up suddenly, her eyes full of fear and panic, her hands tightly grasping the bed sheet. But the next second she broke out in a cold sweat.
Si Wan's hands turned transparent.
The originally fair and delicate skin is now as clear as glass, and the outlines of bones and blood vessels can be vaguely seen.
She subconsciously wanted to grab the bed sheet, trying to prove that it was just an absurd dream.
However, the moment her hand touched the bed sheet, it slipped through her fingers like water flowing through the gaps between her fingers.
She increased her strength and curled her fingers tightly, but the sheet still escaped her control without any hindrance, as if her hand was just an illusory shadow.
Si Wan's breathing became rapid and her heart beat wildly in her chest.
Her eyes widened, and she kept trying, her hands grasping at the air frantically, and every failure made her heart sink deeper into the abyss.
"No, this is impossible!" Si Wan murmured.
Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her transparent hands also began to tremble, as if they would disappear at any moment.
The moonlight from the window shone on her, adding a bit of weirdness.
Si Wan looked at her transparent hands helplessly, feeling helpless and confused. "Should I go back? ...But what about Fu'er?"
The next day.
Si Wan walked into Yu Jinnian's office with heavy steps, holding the resignation letter in her hand.
The sunlight shone through the window onto her slightly pale face. She took a deep breath, walked to Yu Jinnian's desk, and gently put down her resignation letter.
Yu Jinnian was looking at the documents intently. He looked up and saw Si Wan, then glanced at the report on the table, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
He stood up and said anxiously, "Si Wan, I know you are blaming me because I fed you hormone drugs when you were six years old.
At that time... there were unavoidable difficulties. Although the medicine contains hormones, it can save your life.
I made that decision because I didn't want to see your condition worsen. I know it might have taken a toll on your body, but I really had no other choice."
Si Wan listened quietly, without much emotion in her eyes.
She waited until Yu Jinnian finished speaking before she slowly spoke: "Boss Yu, I no longer care about this matter. I resigned only because I have new plans and want to change my environment for development."
Yu Jinnian was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Si Wan to say that.
He looked at Si Wan's determined eyes and was silent for a moment. He slowly said, "Wan Wan, you know I won't let you go."
Si Wan nodded and said softly, "I know. Then let's just wait and see who can outlast the other."
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