I am Cheng Muyun, the Cheng Muyun from the Republican era. I fell in love with Xu Zhuohua. We depended on each other for survival, almost separated, and finally reached the end of our lives.
Her eyes didn't look like those of a twenty-year-old girl, but rather like those of a seventy- or eighty-year-old woman—calm and profound, quietly watching me.
As if possessed, I slowly got up, stretched out my arms, and hugged her tightly in my arms.
Our movements were so familiar, as if we had embraced each other a thousand times, as if our hearts had been beating for each other, as if we had lived through decades together.
The device suddenly started beeping intermittently, her heart was racing, and the device was alarming.
The doctor and nurses rushed in, separated us, and pushed me outside the door.
I felt like I couldn't hear anything, I could only see her eyes, our gazes were glued together, as if we were reunited after a long separation, or as if we were meeting for the first time.
After that, I was disciplined and didn't see her for several weeks.
When we met again, I went with my parents to the university where they taught. I stood in front of the history department building, staring blankly at Xiao Wuxin's sculpture.
Suddenly I felt someone pat me on the shoulder.
I turned around and met those beautiful eyes.
I swear, that was the first time I ever heard her voice.
"Hello, I heard you are Professor Cheng's son, Cheng Muyun, is that right? Thank you so much for taking care of me in the hospital before."
Her hands were soft, but not weak, just like the light shining from her eyes—gentle yet powerful.
I confess, I am deeply fascinated by her.
Even if she doesn't greet me, I'm still thinking about how to run into her.
Can the love between Cheng Muyun and Xu Zhuohua continue to extend to me and her?
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