The first time Cheng Muyun saw Xu Zhuohua, he was drawn to her eyes, which shone like the sun, clear and clean, innocent and romantic, ignorant and fearless.
Cheng Muyun admitted that he was attracted to her beauty.
He wanted to see those eyes smile, curving into crescents, or coquettish and charming—he liked them either way.
At this moment, looking into those indignant eyes, Cheng Muyun just wanted to run away.
They couldn't avoid it.
Xu Zhuohua noticed Cheng Muyun's helplessness for the first time.
“Cheng Muyun, Dongzhou is gone. You should wake up. How many of your people are from Dongzhou? What do they think? What do you think? Are you sure no one is disappointed in this country?”
The torrent of history rolls ever onward, and man is but a drop of water in the torrent, swept into the whirlpool, with nowhere to hide.
Very few people are truly awakened, but there will always be one or two.
Cheng Muyun didn't know how to answer this question.
He had already lost faith in the country when he received the news of the loss of Dongzhou.
But what can he do?
He raised his gun, unsure of who to kill; he lowered it, filled with resentment.
The bewildered man sighed deeply, his hands hanging limply in front of him, as if all his energy had been drained away.
He took one step back, two steps back, three steps back...
"Cheng Muyun." Xu Zhuohua walked towards Cheng Muyun in fear.
Cheng Muyun raised his hand to stop her.
Xu Zhuohua saw herself reflected in Cheng Muyun's eyes: her head wrapped in gauze, her eyes filled with tears, looking like a resolute righteous warrior.
"You get some rest, I'm leaving now."
After saying that, Cheng Muyun turned and left, extending the rope on the boat to its longest length.
As Xu Zhuohua watched Cheng Muyun slowly release the rope, she felt as if a huge stone was pressing on her heart.
Locking me up won't do any good.
The tall man stood up, half his face hidden in the darkness. "At least you're safe."
Cheng Muyun is gone.
Two people were left to watch the small boat.
Xu Zhuohua sat in the cabin, leaning against the window and looking at the dark river.
It was so dark and terrifying, reflecting the moon and stars, as if it would devour everything at any moment.
Did I speak too harshly?
"Can Cheng Muyun accept this?"
Her mind was in complete turmoil.
Just now, Cheng Muyun's eyes seemed to have lost their focus.
The frogs croaking loudly in the grassy riverbank gave Xu Zhuohua a headache.
A teacup was thrown into the water with a thud.
"Stop yelling!"
The two guards were awakened and saw a small figure in the cabin, standing with his hands on his hips, arguing with a frog.
Three teacups were thrown out in quick succession, and for a short while, these frogs, like the great powers at the French Conference, made a huge racket, giving the Chinese no chance to speak.
There's only one teacup left; I can't throw it away, or there won't be anything left to drink.
She didn't know how long she endured it, but as dawn broke outside, Xu Zhuohua finally fell asleep.
When I woke up, there was a food box on the table, along with two stacks of brand-new teacups.
It's as if it's saying, 'Throw it anywhere.'
She couldn't explain why she wasn't angry at all now, but rather very calm.
That feeling of powerlessness seeped deep into my body.
Xu Zhuohua sat in the cabin, staring blankly at the river surface ruffled by the breeze.
Damn it!
She picked up a teacup and smashed it at the bottom of the cabin in a fit of anger.
The teacup was shattered into pieces.
Xu Zhuohua picked up the most suitable fragment and held it in her hand.
Cheng Muyun didn't come all day.
Xu Zhuohua spent the entire day observing the water's surface.
As night fell, the two guards grew drowsy.
Xu Zhuohua carefully climbed out of the cabin, lay on the bow, took out the broken porcelain shards, and slowly began to cut the rope.
She had observed that if the rope was cut, the boat would drift eastward with the current.
Although there are no oars, the river is not straight, and if you drift slowly at night, you will definitely hit a bend.
Xu Zhuohua didn't want to sit idly by and wait for his death, because Cheng Muyun would soon become the perpetrator of the protest tragedy, and people would hold a grudge against him, indirectly causing him to be targeted.
He will be disgraced, become the target of public criticism, and then die at the hands of a mob.
Xu Zhuohua wanted to stop Cheng Muyun.
Whether she succeeds or not, she wants to give it a try.
Even if Cheng Muyun dies in the end, she can say with a clear conscience, "I have tried my best."
"This rope is fucking hard to cut."
Xu Zhuohua had been trying all night, and the croaking of frogs in her ears seemed to be mocking her.
As a pale light appeared on the eastern horizon, Xu Zhuohua became even more anxious.
Only a little bit left, almost done!
The last thread broke, and the boat immediately drifted backward.
Xu Zhuohua's hands were red from being rubbed raw, and she threw away the broken porcelain shards.
It's done!
Xu Zhuohua lay on the bow of the boat, utterly exhausted.
The boat kept drifting, and the sky kept bright.
Finally, they reached the bend, and the bow of the boat headed straight for the shore. Xu Zhuohua leaped out with all her might.
I slipped and fell flat on my face on the grass...
The wet mud was sticking to my body, it was so dirty...
"What terrible luck!"
Xu Zhuohua wiped the mud off her body and slowly got up.
"What terrible luck! Why did I have to run into Cheng Muyun? I tried to save you out of kindness, but you still want to imprison me. You deserve to die!"
Xu Zhuohua cursed as she walked.
"You big bad guy, if it weren't for you, would I be so unlucky?"
"He's got a handsome face, but he doesn't do anything useful!"
"Is it fun to target me like this? If it weren't for your good-looking face, I wouldn't bother saving you, you idiot!"
Xu Zhuohua felt like her legs were about to give out before she finally returned to Xinhai City.
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