Chapter 118 I beg you
The curtains hung low, enveloping the room in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
Yun Zhan, her clothes half-undone, leaned lazily against the soft headboard. Her hair, slightly disheveled, had long been ruffled by Wen Sixue, with a few strands of black hair sticking to her sweat-dampened temples.
Those usually clear and bright doe eyes were now covered with a thin layer of mist, their gaze somewhat unfocused, fixed on Wen Sixue in front of them with a dreamy look.
"Can you tell me... why today?"
"Shh... There's no reason why, it's just because I love you."
Wen Sixue was facing her, cupped Yun Zhan's face, and kissed her cheek.
This simple action, however, was slowed down infinitely in Yun Zhan's eyes, forming an extremely moving picture.
The light gently outlined the contours of Wen Sixue's body. Her waist was incredibly slender, almost too thin to be grasped in one hand. Extending upwards from her narrow waistline, her back appeared exceptionally thin, with each vertebra's slight protrusion clearly visible, giving her an endearingly fragile appearance.
What captivated Yun Zhan most were her shoulder blades, which were hailed as "beauty bones".
When Wen Sixue was moved, her two thin bones would stretch and contract, like a white butterfly about to take flight, yet being pulled by invisible threads. Each movement carried a restrained, breathtaking beauty.
Her skin was flawless, fair and smooth, radiating a warm and delicate glow under the light. It was so smooth that no texture was visible, as if a fingertip would sink into it with the slightest touch.
The air, under the covers, was filled with Wen Sixue's scent with every breath Yun Zhan took.
It wasn't any particular perfume, but a more intimate and gentle scent, a blend of the freshness after a bath and the subtle sweetness after passion, like the first budding flower emerging from the moist soil after the snow melts in early spring.
This aura wove an invisible net, completely enveloping Yunzhan within it.
She felt as if she had fallen into a warm cloud, her limbs and bones felt weak, her consciousness became hazy, and all her senses were magnified infinitely.
The lingering fragrance had not yet dissipated, and a thick, warm tranquility floated in the air.
Wen Sixue breathed softly, her jet-black hair spreading like a tide across the snow-white pillow, a few damp strands clinging to her flushed cheeks and slender neck.
Wen Sixue calmed her breathing slightly, and then wrapped herself around him again like a vine.
“Yun Zhan.…”
Wen Sixue's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly as her hand slowly moved up along Yun Zhan's firm arm, her movements revealing a deeper longing.
Her voice was hoarse and exhausted from crying... but her body just didn't want to stop.
She loved Yun Zhan so much that she couldn't control herself.
Perhaps she was no longer satisfied with this simple contact; she wanted to incorporate Yun Zhan's flesh and blood into her own body, making them inseparable individuals.
Yun Zhan sensed her intention. She reached out and gently stroked Wen Sixue's still red eyes with her thumb: "You won't be able to handle it, will you?"
This expression of concern did not deter Wen Sixue; on the contrary, it further ignited her fluttering heart.
Wen Sixue shook her head slightly, raising her pair of shimmering eyes, which showed no sign of retreat, but were instead filled with a startling stubbornness and obsession.
"It doesn't matter."
"I like it when you possess me like this, I like it when you call my name, I like... the way you look at me..."
After saying the last sentence, Wen Sixue lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings with shyness. This frank, almost sacrificial action laid bare all her vulnerability and desires before Yun Zhan.
A few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, whether from physiological reasons or from her deep affection for Yun Zhan, it was hard to tell.
Wen Sixue slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She roughly understood that this was a product of extreme pleasure and a sense of unreality.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted past Yun Zhan's shoulder and toward the window.
The moonlight is exceptionally bright tonight.
A full moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light like a ribbon.
Before meeting Yun Zhan, Wen Sixue felt that her life was like a tragic play repeatedly performed in a dark theater, and Yun Zhan was like a distant ray of moonlight that occasionally shone through the skylight.
She was aloof, intelligent, and superior, her beauty untouched by worldly dust.
She still can't forget the feeling of being amazed by Yun Zhan when she first met him. Several times, she could only look at him through the veil, feeling that the light was a luxury that could only be longed for but not reached, the only bright spot in her humble life.
She once thought she would lose to Pei Yanxi or Wen Sixue, and grow old with a memory in her heart, greedily bathing in that distant halo, seeking a trace of warmth.
But now...
She turned her head to look at Yun Zhan, who was so close to her, and at his deep eyes that also reflected the moonlight.
She truly touched that light, possessed it, and was held tightly in its arms.
It turns out that the moon really can fall for her alone.
This realization unleashed a powerful, almost tyrannical, possessiveness from the deepest recesses of her heart.
She was no longer content with passively basking in the light; she wanted more. She wanted this radiance to shine only for her, and for the moon to hang only in her night sky from now on.
Wen Sixue withdrew her gaze from the window and turned her burning eyes back to Yun Zhan. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss tinged with salty tears, silently expressing her fervent and devout prayer.
"Please continue...please...continue."
Please let the moonlight fall only for me.
...
Two days later, the massive fuselage tore through the clouds and sailed smoothly at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
Wen Sixue slept soundly on the plane for a long time. Perhaps the intimacy of the previous nights had exhausted her. She leaned on Yun Zhan's shoulder and slept sweetly.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she slowly woke up amidst a slight jolt. Wen Sixue blinked, her long eyelashes still damp.
Beside me, Yun Zhan was wearing headphones and quietly reading a foreign language book. He had picked it up on the plane to pass the time when he had nothing else to do.
Wen Sixue smiled faintly at her, then habitually nuzzled her head against Yun Zhan's shoulder before lazily turning her gaze to the window.
She was completely stunned at first glance; the plane was bathed in the morning light.
At the horizon, a band of light transitions from deep blue to soft golden pink.
It is 5:30 a.m. The sun has not yet fully risen, but a few rays of dawn are peeking through the clouds. Beneath this vast expanse of clouds, there are endless, fluttering white sprites.
Snow.
These weren't the tiny ice crystals mixed with raindrops she'd seen before, but rather large, light, and graceful snowflakes in the truest sense.
Wen Sixue looked down, where snowflakes covered the continuous mountain ridges at her feet, a vast expanse of white. She suddenly remembered that Yun Zhan had told her a few days ago that this was the snow season in the north, the most beautiful time to see snow.
Wen Sixue took a deep breath and pressed herself against the small, oval porthole, the cool glass touching her nose, but she didn't care at all.
Wind, flowers, snow, moon.
These four words entered Wen Sixue's mind without warning.
She had never imagined that this word, often heard in plays and carrying a hint of romance and fantasy, could be so beautiful.
She greedily etched every frame of this scene into the depths of her soul; it was a sight she had never seen before in her eighteen years of life.
In the past eighteen years, the only places I've seen are the dimly lit backstage areas of theaters and the narrow windows of rented rooms. Never before have I seen such a vast, pure, and pristine view.
"Is it beautiful? It will be even more beautiful when we go up the mountain later." Yun Zhan put on his glasses and looked out the window with her.
Wen Sixue moved a little further inside, making room for Yun Zhan.
"So beautiful... Although it often snows in Yuedu, it seems quite different from this..." Wen Sixue's fingertips touched the glass on the window. She hadn't liked snow that much before.
"What's different?"
Yun Zhan thought that it might just be a difference between snowflakes that float up and those that fall to the ground; snowflakes that float up are prettier.
"It's probably because it gets colder when it snows. I don't like winter. The costumes are thin, and I get chilblains on my hands. The blankets aren't warm enough, and my feet get freezing cold when I sleep at night. I also catch a cold."
"Winter in the Moon Capital is often windy, and the windows rattle constantly at night, making it hard to sleep..."
Every word she uttered was reality; every word she uttered reflected the first half of her life.
That's why she doesn't like snow.
But now things are better. She has Yun Zhan, and her house has heating, so she won't be cold in winter.
The small window of the airplane framed not only the sunrise and first snow of the northern country, but also her first real experience of appreciating snow.
And the person who gave her all this meaning was sitting quietly beside her.
After leaving the airport, they transferred to a small train that slowly swayed towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains. In the northern country, the daytime was filled with snow, but when night fell, the world was a tranquil deep blue.
Finally, they stopped at a viewing platform near the top of the mountain.
Fine snowflakes continued to fall into the night, carrying the unique, crisp chill of the North, landing on their hair and shoulders.
Yun Zhan pulled the thick scarf around Wen Sixue's neck, burying half of her face in the soft cashmere, leaving only her eyes, which shone with a faint light, visible.
"It will be very cold up in the mountains, so make sure you wear a windproof jacket and thermal underwear."
"Um."
Yun Zhan and Wen Sixue stood side by side on the edge of the wooden viewing platform, where a thin layer of fresh snow had accumulated on the railing.
Looking down, the whole world seemed to be divided in two.
Beneath my feet lies a snow-covered jungle, and in the distance, the town unfolds, its lights illuminating every house, transforming it into a vast expanse of light.
A night breeze swept through the forest, carrying with it the icy scent of fresh snow, the dry smell of withered leaves, and a unique, crisp pine fragrance that belonged to this snow-covered forest.
This is the unique scent of cedar trees from the North.
Wen Sixue gazed quietly at the myriad lights below the mountain, momentarily lost in thought.
There was a time when she disliked, and even feared, such a sight.
She doesn't have a home of her own, and she's even afraid to go home...
On those nights when she walked the streets alone, the warm light shining from every window was like tiny needles, silently piercing her loneliness where she had nowhere to lean on.
The sight of countless lights shining in every home and families reunited is a dream she can never attain.
The light only made the darkness around her seem even more intense.
She always believed that her life trajectory was predetermined, like a flickering lamp in a theater, where she would sing of other people's joys and sorrows under the light and shadow, but after the curtain fell, all that would remain for her was endless desolation and loneliness.
"I used to think that I would always be alone like this."
Wen Sixue gazed at the snow scene, lost in thought...
She turned her head to look at Yun Zhan's profile. The contours of Yun Zhan's face appeared exceptionally soft in the night, and his clean, bright doe eyes were quietly gazing into the distance.
She was no longer an outsider to that light, no longer a spectator envying the light from the darkness.
Because her home is right here, right beside her.
Wherever Yun Zhan is, that's where her home is.
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