Yun Wei didn't care whether Catherine could understand him or not.
Now that things have come to this, he can be willful and disregard everything.
He likes Isaac.
This is his own business, and nobody can interfere, including Isaac.
This statement does not imply passivity; quite the opposite, the underlying meaning is—
If one day he no longer likes it and lets it go completely, the other party has no right to comment on it.
He didn't know how he came to this realization, but when redrawing the life trajectories of Arkh and Aragorn, he had to faithfully accept their fates.
After all, no one understood Al-Hilal's situation better than him.
He still remembers that day, when he put down his pen, the sunlight streaming through the window into the attic.
The dust motes in the air seemed to be awakened by the beam of light; they floated up and down, concealing a quietude amidst the noise. His words, which he was satisfied with, danced on the paper, powerful and penetrating, almost transparent.
Without the disturbance of wind and rain, even ghosts and gods cannot be moved to tears.
It was at that moment that he glimpsed the threads of fate, which stretched out from countless times and spaces, where a single move could affect the whole situation.
As he looked down the thread, he saw no future for his relationship with Isaac.
Life without a future is stagnant water.
A journey without a future leads to utter disorientation.
Yun Wei understood this.
He was used to accepting whatever came his way, and once he accepted the inevitable outcome of not being able to "be together," he could indulge in "liking" even more freely.
He no longer needs a slow and steady relationship; he only desires a spectacular one.
As for Isaac...
Without a doubt, terminating the contract now would only create unnecessary trouble.
Since the other party had chosen to distance themselves, he naturally wouldn't try to cling to them. He had to admit that the other party's actions had deeply hurt him and dealt him a heavy blow.
However, there's nothing wrong with openly admitting this.
As long as life goes on, he remains in the game.
Since defeat was inevitable, all he could do was to design the remaining limited steps to be more ingenious and aesthetically pleasing.
Yun Wei gradually developed his own plan.
It was even more insane and reckless than the previous plan.
He thought that rather than letting their feelings deteriorate over time, leaving only a pale contract to connect them, it would be better to take advantage of the burning love in his heart and let everything end gracefully.
Although it will still be very sad, there is no other way.
"I am the one who steals destiny."
What he was rebelling against was the fate that had been manipulating him like a puppet.
...
Catherine's feelings were quite complicated at this moment.
She didn't know what was actually happening in the real world, but the other person's behavior was really strange, which made her subconsciously uneasy.
But the constantly changing and adding dreams did indeed affect her judgment.
She could only hastily attribute it to Yun Wei's easy compromise.
Because in her view, although the other party kept saying that he loved Issa, it was just empty talk.
The other party is really too cowardly.
She could never understand such a deserter who so easily retreated from love.
Thinking of this, Catherine's eyes showed even more contempt. "I said I would give you time, but you must also remember not to keep me waiting any longer."
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei finally snapped out of his thoughts.
He smiled and drank the tea in his cup in one gulp. "Alright, I'll go back now. I'll come to see Your Majesty again once the poems are all finished."
Catherine the Great was a generous patron of artists and wandering poets during the Second Dynasty.
The other party's generosity and insightful vision will be remembered even 800 years later.
But since the other party has a wealth of talented people under their command, how could such a grand undertaking as composing and praising the epic of their family ancestors possibly fall to someone as unknown as him?
This was just a fabricated excuse that led him to repeatedly enter the "Prison of Time".
Clearly, as shrewd as they are, they had been planning their escape from prison from the very beginning.
He was so foolish to have actually believed it before.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Catherine became visibly anxious and restless. Her fist, which was placed on the hem of her skirt, kept clenching and unclenching, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
But who knows if this was specifically meant for him to see?
Leadership is an art.
The minds of monarchs are too difficult to fathom, Yun Wei thought to himself, he should have kept his distance long ago.
Before the other party could speak, Yun Wei assumed that the other party agreed and swaggered off to take his leave.
...
Yun Wei continued working tirelessly to complete that epic.
Although he already knew that even if he finished it, no one would appreciate it.
He did it simply because of the resentment he felt in his heart.
A thousand years ago, a magician who believed in love sacrificed himself without hesitation, bringing two hundred years of brief peace to the continent.
However, everyone only remembered Alch's collection of love quotes, and instead ridiculed the man for being crazy.
But the world will never know that the other party's hidden surname was originally as brilliant as the stars.
He wanted to do something for Alkh, that's all.
Even if it's insignificant.
Even if the other party doesn't care at all.
Humans are strange creatures; it seems that we can only truly judge ourselves through the eyes of others.
Since that's the case, he's willing to leave his own evaluation for the other party.
Because only someone as infamous as myself could understand how much I longed for a word of affirmation when walking alone in the night.
Consider it an act of kindness and accumulating merit.
He no longer dared to hope for Isaac.
I only hope that, thousands of years from now, I will not be forgotten and simply vanish into the meaningless flow of time.
...
"His brushstrokes startled wind and rain; his poems moved even ghosts and gods to tears."
"But poets often have tragic fates, even those who produce earth-shattering works."
Yun Wei's feelings were entirely one-sided.
What he didn't know was that Alch's obsession with poetry had a deeper meaning.
Poetry, which was called "shamanic poetry" in ancient times, has been the most direct bridge to communicating with the gods and controlling ghosts since its inception.
The written word itself is a covenant between humanity and the divine.
In the original world of Yunwei, when Cangjie received his mandate from heaven on the banks of the Yi River and finally created writing, "the heavens rained millet, and ghosts wept at night."
That day was Grain Rain.
The clear sky changed color because heaven sent down a rain of auspicious grain.
The ghosts wailed, for they could no longer cause trouble or act recklessly.
Unbeknownst to the magician, who was engrossed in his work at his desk in the dim, damp attic, the world was undergoing a period of relentless upheaval as he wrote.
The butterfly flutters gracefully, but the gentle breeze that arises from the fluttering of its wings cannot awaken the handsome official who is soundly asleep in the lacquer garden.
Across the ocean, the Itza people, who were building a city at the mouth of a well, put down their obsidian tools in awe and devoutly bowed to the hurricane sweeping across the northern land.
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