Cheng Muyun reached out and cupped her small face, gently wiping away her tears with his fingertips. The warm touch made his heart clench, and a wave of heartache overwhelmed him.
“What if… I mean, what if I fail,” his voice choked, but he forced himself to continue, “I hope you live on and see the world for me. Remember? You said that on October 1, 1949, you would take a picture and burn it for me, so I could see it too, okay?”
Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Muyun's tears unexpectedly streamed down her face, landing on Xu Zhuohua's hot hand.
Xu Zhuohua could no longer hold back, and sobs escaped her throat, like a wounded little animal, trembling all over as she cried.
It turns out that heartache is not an exaggeration; it is a real, churning pain in her chest, with each breath accompanied by sharp pain, so painful that she almost curled up, and even the air seemed thin.
Cheng Muyun watched her cry, and his own tears flowed uncontrollably, yet he still managed to force a gentle smile, the love in his eyes as thick as ink that could not be dissolved: "In my life, I have too much blood on my hands, committed countless evils, and killed countless people. I suppose I am not qualified to be reincarnated. So don't be afraid, I can wait for you, even if it takes decades, or even... the longer the better."
The gentler his smile, the more his words felt like a dull knife, cutting into Xu Zhuohua's heart, causing her so much pain she almost fainted.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed his clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she were grasping at the last straw.
Tears were still falling, but she forced back her sobs, lowered her head in grievance, her long hair covering most of her face, revealing only her tightly bitten, pale lips.
She knew that nothing could be 100% successful. Even if she had the ability to predict the future, even if she was a time traveler, she could not contend with this era.
Xu Zhuohua knew Cheng Muyun perfectly well.
This incident was like a thorn, deeply embedded in his heart, becoming a knot in his soul that he could not untie.
If I insist on not agreeing, when the day comes that he fails, he will surely close his eyes with endless worries and regrets. The deep affection in his eyes will probably make it difficult for him to find peace even in the afterlife.
She forcefully suppressed the bitterness in her throat, the urge making her eyes burn, tears welling up, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. After a long silence, she gently raised her head, looked at Cheng Muyun, and slowly nodded.
I thought nodding would make me feel better, but the moment I nodded, all my restraint collapsed.
Tears fell like beads from a broken string, pattering down onto Cheng Muyun's clothes and leaving small, damp patches.
Later, even suppressed sobs couldn't be contained and they spilled out, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
Cheng Muyun felt as if his heart had been violently clenched, and he abruptly pressed her head into his chest, holding her tightly.
It was him, it was all him, who insisted on presenting these bloody possibilities to her, making her suffer this injustice and fear.
He couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest grievance, but at this moment he could only watch helplessly as she cried uncontrollably in his arms.
He cursed himself in his heart: I deserve to die!
He raised his hand and gently patted Xu Zhuohua's back, his voice trembling without him even realizing it, trying to make his tone lighter: "Don't cry. Look how capable I am. The chances of success are actually very high, aren't they? We have the Dongzhou Army as our backing, the crucial passage of the East-South Route, and trustworthy brothers like Chen Hede. Xiao Wuxin can also be a great help. With so much support, success is a piece of cake, isn't it?"
Xu Zhuohua's sobs subsided, but she still suppressed them, and instead hugged his waist even tighter, as if she wanted to embed herself into his body.
Cheng Muyun felt the reliance of the person in his arms, and his heart warmed. He continued to coax her gently, "Besides, I have you, my wife who knows everything, by my side. With you giving me advice and supporting me, the odds of winning are practically limitless."
The person in his arms seemed to have recovered a little from these words. Xu Zhuohua sniffed, his voice thick with nasal congestion.
Suddenly, she tiptoed, leaned close to Cheng Muyun's collarbone, opened her mouth, and, as if venting her anger, gently bit him.
The force wasn't strong; it was more like a pouting, aggrieved gesture.
“Cheng Muyun,” she raised her tearful eyes, her voice trembling with sobs, yet filled with an undeniable determination, “I command you, you must fight with all your might to win! Otherwise, I will absolutely not visit your grave, not even once! Even if we meet on the Bridge of Helplessness, I will absolutely, absolutely not recognize you!”
Cheng Muyun let her bite him, and instead of feeling pain, he felt that the force carried a kind of promise, which made his heart burn.
He tightened his grip on her, almost as if he were melting her into his bones, his voice low and solemn: "Understood, mission accomplished."
Xu Zhuohua loosened her jaw as lightly as a feather falling, and the angry bite suddenly turned into a tender lick.
Her tongue gently swept across the skin on his collarbone, where faint red marks had been sucked, with a hint of cautious probing and an unspeakable longing.
The warm touch traveled upwards, brushing against the throbbing pulse in his neck—proof of his vibrant existence—making her linger a few more moments until it reached his sharply defined jawline, where she finally gently pressed her lips against his.
The kiss was initially gentle, with a slightly salty aftertaste from tears, but gradually it became tinged with a desperate, burning passion.
Cheng Muyun's heart felt like it had been set ablaze by a spark.
He chuckled softly, and before she could react, he reached out and scooped her up in his arms. The sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air startled Xu Zhuohua, who gasped softly. She instinctively gripped his collar tightly until her knuckles turned white, while her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.
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