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"Miss, Miss!" The voice at the door was Fengyin's. After returning last night, she had fallen into a deep sleep. Slowly, she got up and glanced at the nearby Rosewood Clock, its hands slowly pointing to eleven o'clock.
So she had slept for so long. Rubbing her eyes, she replied softly, "What is it?"
"It's... it's Young Master Shangguan. He is downstairs in the lobby waiting for you."
Her heart trembled violently; he really did come. She rubbed her temples, her thoughts in disarray. Hastily picking up the teacup from the table, she didn't care that it contained tea left over from the night before and drank it all in one go. The cool sensation flowed down her throat, bringing a slight sense of calm to her heart.
"Tell him to wait for me at Waibaidu Bridge. I just got up and need to get ready."
"Yes."
What should she wear? A Qipao or a dress? How should she style her hair? Up or down? Cheng Mo sighed in frustration, thinking that she could treat Shaoyi as an ordinary visitor. Why was she so concerned about how she looked when meeting him? She washed her face with rose-infused water, the cool droplets slowly falling on her elegant face, trickling down her neck and into her palms, finally calming her mood.
The Ford car slowly drove towards Waibaidu Bridge.
The person by the bridge was dressed in the riding outfit he wore when they first met. He stood tall and straight, his gaze resolute, staring straight ahead. She slowly got out of the car, her toes touching the ground. Once her eyes locked onto him, she couldn't look away, and her body stiffened.
He seemed to have lost some weight; was he not eating well? Was he busy lately? An inexplicable ache filled her heart.
He slowly turned his head; sunlight fell upon him. He smiled at her, still wearing that gentle smile that only he showed for her. This meeting felt like a reunion after ages apart. She walked towards him step by step, memories of the past becoming increasingly vivid in her mind—those moments she thought she could forget were deeply etched into her life, ingrained in her very being.
Such beauty was so fleeting, yet life felt so long.
“Cheng Mosu,” he whispered softly, reaching out to pull her into his embrace. She instinctively took a step back, creating distance between them. He was slightly taken aback and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Shaoyi, I made it very clear in that letter. It’s impossible for us to be together anymore.” She averted her gaze, unable to bear looking at his expression, fearing that she might waver.
“Why is that? All the obstacles have disappeared now.”
The light voice reached his ears, wavering, “Shaoyi, can you guarantee that the same thing won’t happen tomorrow? I’m so tired; I just want a stable life. Can you give me that?”
He smiled bitterly, “I can’t even guarantee that I’ll be alive tomorrow, so how could I promise you stability?”
“Yes.” Her gaze fell on the distant glowing circle. She slowly raised her fingers, trying to grasp the shining yellow light, as if trying to hold onto the fleeting time. But neither time nor the light could be held; they quietly slipped through her fingers.
She spoke slowly, “I hope you can live a stable and peaceful life with me, without suffering or separation, without schemes and plots. Can you promise me that?”
He fell silent for a moment, the Black as Ink in his eyes dimming slightly. “I’m sorry; I can’t promise that. I always thought that everyone else would abandon me in this world, but you would always be by my side.”
“I understand your ambitions and ideals. I once wanted to achieve them with you too, but the cost is too great.” She looked at him, her forehead twitching with sadness and bitterness. “I’ve lived in my own world for too long, neglecting too many important people. My Father has always cared for me deeply, yet I have hurt him profoundly. Leaving Father and friends behind, I came to this unfamiliar place. Watching the crowd pass by me on the street, their smiles or silence began to have nothing to do with me. That was when I realized what I had lost. Shaoyi, you are not someone who has long been beneath others; you are at odds with the Southern Government. I cannot predict what will happen in the future. I can’t just think of myself anymore; I don’t want to drag down the entire Cheng Family because of my own issues.”
“Indeed, I can’t guarantee how long I can align with them, but as long as I’m here, I won’t let anyone harm you or your Father.”
“Shaoyi, Jiang Shanghao’s schemes are far more ruthless and mature than yours; he hasn’t spent these forty years in vain. You need to be cautious around him. As for your promise of protection… You said it yourself; you can’t even guarantee your own tomorrow. How can you ensure my safety?”
Clear Eyes glistened with tears, twinkling like stars; this time it truly felt like a farewell. “Shaoyi, let go. Let us both live according to our destined paths; wouldn’t that be better?”
He silently watched her, not saying a word. She followed his gaze and fixed her eyes on the ring still worn on her ring finger. She smiled weakly, still wearing the ring he had given her, but lacking the courage to embrace those beautiful memories. Their past's beautiful recollections were shrouded in dust; even when mentioned again, they no longer carried the slightest sting. She was truly tired and wanted to rest.
His jet-black eyes reflected her graceful figure. He once thought she was his shadow, but now that shadow was about to leave, and from then on, he would have no sunlight.
He spoke quietly, "Mo Su, our engagement is still valid. I, Shangguan Shaoyi, will not force you. Since you are unwilling to return to me, I will not insist. But remember, I will always wait for you! This position of Consort Shangguan can only be occupied by one person—by you!"
Without looking back, he left, whether out of determination or helplessness unknown. Her hands slowly wrapped around her body; she knew he was a proud man. Having rejected him so thoroughly, she feared he would never turn back.
When they first met, she was an innocent young lady from a wealthy family, and he was a fallen northern young commander. At that time, she naively believed that love was everything in life and followed him without hesitation, only to crash and bleed, forced to grow up and become strong.
In truth, they both tried very hard. There were no deceptions between them, no lies, no misunderstandings, no accusations. What existed were slowly matured emotions and a gradually deepening understanding of the world. They both had things they needed to uphold; for these things, neither retreated nor compromised.
Everything that could be done had been done; most of what could not be done had also been attempted. Time passed slowly, experiences accumulated gradually; as she grew up, she took on more responsibilities but lost some courage. Growing up was truly a frightening thing. The beauty born from impulsiveness and the purest innocence were buried by maturity. Love bites turned into scars, vows became memories of the past. He also transformed into an eternally precious memory.
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