Xu Zhuohua raised her eyes, her clear gaze fixed on Cheng Muyun. "We both know we love each other deeply, so can you find a way to live for my sake?"
Cheng Muyun frowned. He realized that Xu Zhuohua still intended to accept death on her own.
"Without you, living is torture, I'm afraid I can't agree to that."
Xu Zhuohua felt her heart stop beating, as if someone was grabbing it and trying to pull it out of her chest.
She had considered that if she had managed to escape the fire, Cheng Muyun's fate a year later would have remained unchanged.
Can she survive on her own?
The answer is obvious.
cannot.
She didn't even dare to think about it.
"Okay, let's make an appointment."
Cheng Muyun asked, "What is it?"
"Since we may all die, given the possibility of knowing the future, we should do our best to live, and even if we fail, we should know why."
Cheng Muyun looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the metallic taste of blood. He forced a smile that was more like a grimace, and said, "Okay."
“And—” Xu Zhuohua’s eyes welled up with tears, “You must promise me that if I still die, you must do everything in your power to live. I would rather wait for you on the Bridge of Helplessness for the rest of my life than see you in the second year.”
Her voice was weak, yet terrifyingly clear; every word seemed etched into his bones.
Xu Zhuohua suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, and she held up her little finger, "Let's pinky swear."
Cheng Muyun stared at the trembling finger, then chuckled softly, reaching out to hook her little finger with his. "Okay."
It's as if this slightly playful agreement is more secure than any talisman.
The agreement has been reached.
Xu Zhuohua finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Knowing each other's true feelings and working together without any reservations is always better than bearing the burden alone.
When you arrive in Dongzhou and travel alone, knowing that there are people firmly supporting you behind you will give you a lot of courage.
With her mind at ease, Xu Zhuohua finally realized how tired she was. She had no strength in her waist and legs, and her whole body ached terribly.
Just like that, Xu Zhuohua's face turned red instantly, even though she had been clinging to Cheng Muyun just moments before.
...
After all the snow had melted, Xu Zhuohua set off for Dongzhou.
To get from Xinhaicheng, you first need to take a boat.
The mournful sound of the ship's horn at the dock tore through the dim light, and the ferry's gangway trembled slightly in the salty river wind.
Cheng Muyun gripped Xu Zhuohua's hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. His military boots unconsciously ground against the bluestone slabs, raising fine dust.
The once-powerful young marshal now lowered his eyes, his eyelashes peeking out from under his hat brim like startled butterflies. "Can't we wait a few more days? I'll finish dealing with Zhou Minhai's matter and then I can come and see you off."
The wind lifted Xu Zhuohua's shawl, and she bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the faces of the entire row of soldiers behind Cheng Muyun, their faces flushed from trying not to laugh.
Several new recruits secretly turned their backs, their shoulders trembling violently. The veterans pretended to adjust their rifle belts, but their eyes kept drifting in this direction.
She reached out to press down on Cheng Muyun's stubbornly refusing-to-let-go hand, her fingertips touching the thin calluses on his palm from holding a gun. "Young Marshal, there are many people watching."
Cheng Muyun suddenly wrapped his entire body around her, resting his chin on the top of her head, and tightened his arms so much that she could hardly breathe.
"Let them watch, they're all single."
A series of gasps came from behind him, and one of the recruits couldn't help but chuckle out loud, then hurriedly covered his mouth.
Xu Zhuohua gently patted Cheng Muyun's back, "I'll be back in a month. I'll write to you when I get there, and remember to write back."
The person in Cheng Muyun's arms swayed their shoulders and said coquettishly, "It's convenient to send telegrams."
Xu Zhuohua said helplessly, "Does that mean those embarrassing love words can be sent by telegram? How many people would see that?"
Cheng Muyun chuckled and gave Xu Zhuohua a quick kiss on the neck. "Alright, let's write a letter then."
Xu Zhuohua shrank her neck to avoid him, but Cheng Muyun held her tightly, and she couldn't escape at all.
Xu Jixin finally lost his patience and shouted on the deck, "I said! The goods are all stacked up, and the workers have gone into their rest cabins to start playing cards. Give me a definite number, how much longer do I have to wait?"
Xu Zhuohua awkwardly pushed Cheng Muyun away and said helplessly, "I really have to go."
Cheng Muyun held Xu Zhuohua's arm, lowered his head and leaned closer, "Give me one last kiss."
Xu Zhuohua glanced around awkwardly. Cheng Muyun showed no intention of letting go, so she steeled herself, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips.
Then he quickly escaped, taking two steps at a time, and jumped onto the deck.
The workers pulled up the horizontal plank, and a series of ship horns sounded as the ship set sail.
Xu Zhuohua, gripping the railing, shouted, "Cheng Muyun! Remember to write to me!"
Cheng Muyun responded from the shore, "Okay! I'll write it when I get back!"
"good!"
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