Xu Zhuohua shook her head desperately, "There must be a way. As long as you don't go against the Si family and stop investigating the Luo family, the Si family won't target you, the special envoy won't come, and you'll be safe."
A flicker of doubt crossed Cheng Muyun's eyes. "What special envoy? How do you know all this? Where did you come from? Zhuohua?"
In fact, Xu Zhuohua revealed many flaws.
She grew up in a nunnery, so the chances of her meeting a missionary were extremely slim, and understanding foreign languages was even more difficult.
She dances strange dances, likes to listen to strange music, and says things that don't fit the times.
She also accurately predicted the fall of Dongzhou, participated in the protests, and talked about unrealistic futures.
At this moment, Cheng Muyun suspected that Xu Zhuohua was not from this world. It was as if she knew everything, her thoughts were ahead of everyone else, and she was above this era.
She's from the future!
The idea suddenly popped into Cheng Muyun's mind and wouldn't go away.
There is no better explanation than this.
Cheng Muyun held Xu Zhuohua's hand tightly. "Zhuohua, are you from the future?"
Xu Zhuohua suddenly lowered her head, not wanting Cheng Muyun to notice that something was wrong with her eyes.
Cheng Muyun may believe for a while, but there's no guarantee he can believe forever. For many people, this is simply a fantasy.
Moreover, if Cheng Muyun were told, and his behavior changed, only to be pushed back by the tide of history, no one could bear that kind of despair.
"No, I don't know, Cheng Muyun, just pretend I'm going crazy, forget what I said."
Cheng Muyun cupped Xu Zhuohua's face in his hands, forcing her to look him in the eye. With her eyes trembling, Cheng Muyun knew everything.
His voice was hoarse as he slowly spoke, word by word: "Zhuohua, when will I die? How will I die?"
Cheng Muyun died the year after his wife's death. He was shot and wounded, and then burned to death.
Xu Zhuohua's brows suddenly furrowed, as if being pulled hard by invisible threads. Her lower lip trembled violently, leaving bluish-white teeth marks, yet she still couldn't stop the sobs that trembled in her throat.
In an instant, a fine glint of water welled up in her eyes, quickly condensing into large teardrops. The scalding tears rolled down her taut cheeks, leaving long trails on her sickly flushed skin.
"Cheng Muyun, I don't know, don't ask me!"
Knowing full well that she could not stop it, a sense of powerlessness filled Xu Zhuohua's entire body.
Cheng Muyun's fingers tightened, a bad feeling creeping into his heart; he desperately wanted to know everything.
"Ouch—" Xu Zhuohua cried out.
Cheng Muyun immediately released his hands and looked at Xu Zhuohua with concern.
Xu Zhuohua rubbed her shoulders, trying to regulate her breathing: inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale…
She slowly raised her head, wiped away her tears, and looked at Cheng Muyun with a firm gaze. She still loved this face as always, and she was still reluctant to part with it.
“Cheng Muyun,” Xu Zhuohua paused for a long time before taking a deep breath, “Even if I die, I will not leave you. If history really cannot be changed, then let’s live the rest of our lives well.”
No one can have a countdown to their life. In the days that are running out, cherishing each other even more might be a good approach.
Compared to Xu Zhuohua, who had witnessed the immutability of history, Cheng Muyun did not believe in fate at all.
Some people change after hitting a wall, like Xu Zhuohua.
Some people will knock down the south wall, and Cheng Muyun is one of them.
"Zhuohua, I know you have me in your heart, and that's enough."
Cheng Muyun's face was full of the righteous indignation of a martyr going to his death, which frightened Xu Zhuohua, and she grabbed Cheng Muyun's collar.
"Cheng Muyun, I won't allow you to do this! When I married you, I was prepared to die. You can't do this!"
Cheng Muyun slowly pried open Xu Zhuohua's fingers, his dark pupils burning with a cold light, like cold iron that had been tempered, his gaze filled with a frosty chill, "I'm not ready to lose you yet."
Xu Zhuohua panicked completely. Cheng Muyun was like a gambler at this moment. "No, Cheng Muyun, you can't! I don't want anyone to be my scapegoat."
Cheng Muyun pulled Xu Zhuohua into the car and tightly restrained Xu Zhuohua's wrist.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Zhuohua, now I understand why you avoided me like the plague back then. It was because marrying me would have meant death, but you still chose to marry me, and I'm very happy."
Cheng Muyun bent down, and their noses touched.
He said softly, "This means you love me too, and that's enough. I'm really happy today; I haven't been this happy in a long time."
The man lowered his head and kissed Xu Zhuohua's lips.
Xu Zhuohua kept struggling.
Cheng Muyun's tears fell, leaving her soft lips. Xu Zhuohua looked at Cheng Muyun's sorrowful expression and frowned with heartache.
The man said in a tearful voice, "Zhuohua, I'm sorry."
He raised his hand and struck Xu Zhuohua on the back of the neck. Xu Zhuohua's vision went black, and his body slumped backward.
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