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The sun will always rise, and life will always move forward.
She lifted her head to look at the rising sun, her delicate fingers tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Her eyes were clear and bright, and through the equally beautiful sky, she seemed to see another scene.
The hurried sound of footsteps reached her ears, and she smiled helplessly, thinking it must be Feng Yin.
Sure enough, Feng Yin pushed the door open with a worried expression. She turned to ask with a smile, but Feng Yin spoke first, causing her smile to freeze on her face.
"Miss, today's newspaper says that General Shangguan has lost Feng Province. He went inside yesterday to celebrate with the Jiang family, and the Japanese took advantage of the situation to blow up the railway and incite chaos. They have now taken control of Feng Province. The General is gathering troops to prepare for a bloody battle with the Japanese, but other warlords insist on not resisting and are taking a wait-and-see approach."
"What? Quickly bring me the newspaper." She was taken aback, her clear eyes flashing with a hint of panic as she saw the images of the destroyed train and tracks lying helplessly on the ground. Her fingers rubbed the newspaper repeatedly until she confirmed that this was not a dream. She tightened her pupils and made a decision almost instantly. "Feng Yin, I need to see Jiang Yating. Go tell my father that I'm going to Feng Province, and let him take care of himself and not worry about me."
Before Feng Yin could respond, she dashed out the door, heading straight for the Jiang residence.
In contrast to her panic, Jiang Yating appeared calm and composed, her long, fair fingers holding a floral porcelain teacup as she leisurely savored the fragrance of the tea. The sudden intrusion of Cheng Mo Su felt out of place in this serene scene, but at that moment, she couldn't care less. She asked directly, "I'm ready; we can go to Feng Province now. You said you would accompany me; when do we leave? I hope it's as soon as possible."
Jiang Yating was clearly taken aback, turning to look at her incredulously. "Miss Cheng, you came in early this morning just to tell me this? What do you think I am..." She turned her head away, gazing into the distance. The smile on her lips was neither deep nor shallow but intriguing.
"Please hurry." Cheng Mo Su said in a low voice.
"Hurry for what? To go back and die?" Jiang Yating scoffed, her beautiful eyes reflecting complex emotions. "Haven't you read the newspaper? Feng Province has already been lost; the Japanese have also blocked the railway. Going back now is equivalent to sending yourself to death. I'm not foolish; I won't do such things."
Cheng Mo Su's mind went blank. She didn't have time to consider what kind of situation she would be in; she only felt an overwhelming anger rising within her. Long-suppressed emotions erupted instantly. "Have you ever thought about what kind of situation Shaoyi is in! He is in extreme difficulty right now; no warlord is extending a helping hand, and there is no one close by his side. If you love him, why don't you go back and fight alongside him?"
"Why should I do that? I want to live a few more years. I love him, but I love myself even more." She looked steadily at Cheng Mo Su, her forehead cold. "That's why I can retreat unscathed, unlike you who seems ready to give up."
Cheng Mosu shook her head, feeling her heart racing intensely. The courage she once had while walking hand in hand with Shaoyi surged forth at this moment, and the ring on her ring finger still held the warmth of their past sweetness. She did not want to argue further with Jiang Yating, her eyes filled with a clear determination. "In that case, please give me the train ticket you bought, Miss Jiang."
Jiang Yating looked slightly confused, staring directly at her. "Are you really going?"
"Really."
"But he no longer loves you. I told you before; he thinks you're a burden. He loves me now."
"Even so, I must go." Her slender shoulders bore an endless strength, and a soft glow illuminated her fair face.
Jiang Yating put on an expression of "hopelessness," opened the drawer, and pulled out one of the two train tickets to hand it to her. She reached out to take it, no longer filled with hesitation or struggle, only wanting to rush to his side right now.
"Thank you, Miss Jiang. Not just for this train ticket, but for letting me know today that everything you said yesterday was a lie. Shaoyi could never have given up on me." In her mind were his black as ink eyes and his cold demeanor; memories flowed through her heart like a winding river, slow yet warm.
"What do you mean!?" Jiang Yating stared at her with wide eyes.
She smiled lightly, her gaze distant and profound, crystallizing into centuries of pure beauty. "He would never love someone like you."
Shanghai Railway Station was bustling with people coming and going. Unlike the usual flow of arrivals and departures, this time it seemed like only entries without exits; within just one day, many people claiming to see the situation clearly had flooded in as refugees. She boarded the train, and there were very few passengers in the carriage. She smiled faintly, wondering if these people were also like her, risking their lives for distant attachments.
The whistle blew, steam billowed up.
She gently closed her eyes and took a short nap. Strangely enough, since parting ways with Shaoyi, she had not dared to think about their past or hope for their future. So she had hoped to meet him again in her dreams, but contrary to her wishes, she had not dreamt of him even once in these past few years.
Today, in the jolting train carriage, she actually had a long dream where fragments of their past pieced together neatly before her eyes.
He dissipated the coldness in front of her for the first time, smiling calmly. "Mo Su, if you have worries, feel free to tell me. As long as you speak, I will listen. But if I can't solve my own troubles, how can I protect you and this world?" His gun pointed straight at the sky, as if it were about to pierce through the heavens.
He stood up straight, his back erect, exuding an air of confidence. "I want Mo Su to see me as soon as she wakes up."
He slightly bowed and made a gesture inviting her, his eyes filled with a deep light that penetrated her heart. His voice seemed to come from the horizon yet felt within reach. "This time, let me invite you to dance."
He held her tightly but was afraid of hurting her, so his movements became cautious. The gentle breeze carried a mix of floral fragrance and gunpowder scent. In that moment, his emotions lightly dispersed into the air, reaching her. "I have met many people and encountered many things, mostly brushing past them without any further connection. Sometimes I was alone in my shadows; sometimes I walked alone. It was during my most desolate years that I met you. With your present and future, how could I lose to a lonely past?"
The corners of his mouth lifted in a cold smile as he turned to leave. Just when he thought he would give up, his voice rang out strong and clear, each word striking her ears. "Cheng Mo Su, remember this: I am not marrying your father." He turned to stare at her, his gaze burning hot enough to melt her. "The person I want to marry is you!"
Wu Shangguan Lin and Cheng Mo Su were determined in their deep affection, destined for a lifelong union. May their bond endure through life and death, fulfilling their vows together. This love will be long remembered, never failing in longing. A date for the wedding has been set; this is the proof. She looked up at him; a barely perceptible smile floated on his stern face, his gaze gentle yet carrying an undeniable dominance. "Mo Su, the marriage certificate has already been seen by everyone in the country; you can't escape."
He raised an eyebrow and said in a half-joking tone, "So if you don't want to bring disaster upon the living beings, just stay by my side, understand?"
He gazed at her steadily and spoke softly, "We are bound as husband and wife; our love is unwavering." She paused for a moment, feeling choked up; two shallow dimples appeared on her fair cheeks as she whispered, "May I be like Star Lord on the moon, shining brightly every night."
His pitch-black eyes reflected her graceful figure. "Mo Su, I Shangguan Shaoyi will not force you against your will. Since you do not wish to return with me, I will not insist. But remember this: I will always wait for you! This position of Consort Shangguan can only be occupied by one person—it's you!"
A single tear slowly trickled down from the corner of her eye.
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