Chapter 30 Luoyun Qintai
She slowly turned to Yan Qingyi, her eyes gently swept over Guyu, and finally fixed on her father's weather-beaten face, with a last glimmer of hope and despair in her eyes.
"I have changed, I have decided, I have really decided!!!" Her voice suddenly rose, with an unquestionable determination, as if she was cheering for the abyss she was about to cross.
"I've decided not to step into Xiao Jingren's world anymore. I don't like Xiao Jingren anymore! I don't want to marry him!"
"I want to tell you all this in person, and tell you with my own mouth that I have listened to him..."
She could no longer form a complete sentence as she spoke. Tears flowed freely like pearls from a broken string, blurring her vision and seeming to wash away the pain and struggle in her heart.
"Sir, how could he leave like this?!"
"I have obviously changed. I have changed. I have completely repented!"
"How could he abandon me at a moment like this..."
She cried bitterly, tears flowing like a spring, as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances, unwillingness and deep regret in her heart.
The man who always protected her in the previous life, advised her earnestly, but ultimately died because of her!
The man to whom she vowed to protect wholeheartedly and express her deepest affection after her rebirth!
How could fate have played such a trick on him that he actually left forever?
She has the ability to rewrite her destiny, but finds that person is no longer there!
Father Shen looked at his daughter breaking down and crying, and he couldn't help it anymore. He hugged her tightly in his arms, his tiger eyes filled with tears.
"He'er, my baby He'er, don't cry, daddy is here with you!"
Outside the house, thunder roared and rain poured down, as if nature was also resonating with this belated truth and deep sorrow, shedding endless tears.
Chen He suddenly broke free from his father's arms, with traces of tears still on his face, but his eyes instantly gleamed with a sharp light like a blade.
She didn't look back at her father, but turned directly to the boy who was still sobbing.
"Yan Qingyi."
Although her voice was soft, it contained a coldness and determination that brooked no rebuttal.
"You said the gentleman had passed away. You said he was dead."
"Where is he buried, then?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Qingyi's body trembled slightly, and his eyes involuntarily turned to Shen's father, his eyes intertwined with a look of help and panic.
"Don't look at my dad!"
Chen He suddenly grabbed Yan Qingyi's arm, his fingertips almost penetrating his skin, with unquestionable determination.
"Look at me, look me in the eyes!"
"Tell me, where is your brother, Mr. Yan, buried?!"
Seeing this, Shen's father wanted to step forward to dissuade her, but he was deeply shocked by the determination and firmness in his daughter's eyes. For a moment, he was unable to move.
Yan Qingyi felt a sharp pain in his wrist which was tightly grasped by her, and the almost crazy light in her eyes made his heart tremble, and his lips trembled involuntarily.
"In... Luoyun Qintai in the west of the city..."
His words were as thin as a mosquito, mixed with uncontrollable sobs.
"That's the place my brother loved most during his lifetime!"
Luoyun Qintai!
These three words seemed to carry some kind of magic, suddenly touching a string deep in Chen He's heart. She suddenly loosened her grip on Yan Qingyi's hand, as if the three words were too scorching to bear.
Without even putting on her shoes, she rushed out the door barefoot like a gust of wind!
"He'er!"
Father Shen was shocked when he saw this. In a panic, he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly chased after him.
"Qingyi, hurry! Follow her! Don't let her..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen He's figure disappeared outside the door, leaving only the sound of hurried footsteps and Shen's father's anxious shouts echoing in the air.
Yan Qingyi wiped the tears from his face casually. His sadness was replaced by a sudden urgency. He staggered and chased after her without hesitation, even putting his crying aside for the time being.
Seeing this, Guyu quickly grabbed the cloak beside him and followed closely, his eyes full of anxiety and concern.
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In the west of the city, on the Luoyun Qintai, the wind was blowing wildly and the rain was pouring down. The sky and the earth seemed to be covered by a thick gray curtain, and it was completely chaotic.
Chen He stumbled onto the stone steps that were eroded by time and covered with moss. Every step seemed so difficult.
Her thin nightgown, quickly soaked by the downpour, clung to her skin, outlining her slender and slightly trembling figure, making her look particularly adorable.
Finally, she arrived in front of the blurry jade tomb, and her eyes fell on the tombstone in front of her, the words of which were mottled by the merciless rain.
"Plop", with a dull and decisive sound, Chen He's knees involuntarily succumbed to the gravity of the earth and slammed heavily into the muddy ground.
The cold raindrops intertwined with the warm tears rolling down her cheeks, like the last lingering despair, slowly sliding down, taking away all her warmth.
She stretched out a trembling hand and groped in the mud almost instinctively. Her fingertips touched a broken piece of jade with mottled moss on it.
Chen He tightly grasped the cold broken jade, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to condense all his resentment and pain into this tiny fragment.
The fragments pierced into my palm, and blood flowed out. The rain washed the ground bright red, which was particularly glaring.
"Why..." Her voice sounded small and weak in the wind and rain, but was filled with endless sadness and confusion.
She slowly raised her head and looked at the gray, boundless sky, as if she wanted to penetrate the layers of clouds and look directly at the unknown fate.
"Why, in this life, will you die?"
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
"In the previous life, in the previous life, you clearly..." The words stopped abruptly, leaving only the echoes in the wind and the unspeakable sadness and unwillingness in Shen He's heart.
“Why didn’t you wait for me? Why—!!”
“Boom——!”
A pale lightning bolt as sharp as a blade cut through the dark and gloomy sky with the force of thunder, like the angry whip of the gods, and accurately struck the old dead tree next to the piano platform.
The ancient tree snapped in half under the fierce strike of lightning.
At the fracture, the charred heart of the tree seemed to have been burned by a dark devil's fire, and was exposed to the violent storm, like a huge, hideous scar.
The rapid raindrops, like beads that had broken off their strings, densely washed the mottled stone surface of the piano platform.
Gradually, near the edge of the piano platform, a line of inscriptions appeared that had been covered by the dust of the years and the wind and sand of time for a long time.
When I looked closely, I saw four words - Waiting for the Moon in the West Chamber.
The strokes are graceful and the charm is unique. It is the handwriting of the gentleman!
Chen He stared at the four words infatuatedly, her heart suddenly gripped, as if she could see the gentleman's once clear and bright face. She even forgot to cry for a moment and stood there, her thoughts tangled like a tangled thread.
At this moment - the rain above my head suddenly stopped, as if it was gently blocked by a mysterious big hand.
An ink-colored oil-paper umbrella, like a mysterious dark cloud, appeared silently above her, steadily shielding her from the raging wind and rain.
Under the umbrella, the first thing that catches the eye is a pair of soap boots. The leather of the boots gleams faintly under the rain, and the patterns on the boots are delicate and exquisite.
Going up, there is the hem of a black robe, which flutters gently in the wind, like black silk dancing in the wind.
Chen He was as stiff as if he was bound by a spell, and he raised his head slowly and with difficulty.
What comes into view is an unparalleled handsome face, as if it is a work of art carefully carved by God, with every line just right.
His skin was as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, yet he was somewhat ignorant and innocent, like a child who had just entered the world and was full of curiosity about it.
It was the Sixth Prince, Xiao Jingchi, whose mind was as pure as an unpolished jade.
At this moment, he was tilting his head slightly, his eyes, as clear as a mountain spring, full of concern and curiosity, looking at her quietly.
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