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Jiang Shanghao glanced at the corpse; it was truly tragic, completely blackened, and it was evident that the limbs had been pieced together to preserve the whole body.
He waved his hand, unable to look any longer, and Zhang's Deputy closed the coffin.
"Mom!" Ling Heng called out, and Xiao Zuowei hurriedly held Cheng Mosu in her arms, noticing that she had already fainted. Jiang Shanghao took Madam Jiang and said, "Zuo Wei, you should take Consort Shangguan home to rest. I will handle this funeral."
Cheng Mosu had completely lost consciousness, feeling only a sense of weakness throughout her body.
Xiao Zuowei gently wiped her pale countenance, but she suddenly opened her eyes, unable to focus on anything; her rose-colored lips trembled violently as if she had gone mad, allowing sorrow to consume her.
He silently watched her, her gentle handsome face shrouded in sadness in the dim light. Her appearance overwhelmed him like a heart-wrenching tide. He lowered his eyes and said, "Xiao Su, you need to pull yourself together!"
Yet she remained unresponsive, staring blankly into the distance.
Xiao Zuowei took her home; the room was silent without a sound.
Feng Yin stayed with Ling Heng at the funeral site. In the vast space, only the two of them remained.
He held her cold little hand, seemingly trying to convey some warmth as he embraced her. She curled up, tears falling like scattered pearls.
"Xiao Su, you must pull yourself together; you still have Ling Heng to take care of."
His words jolted her awake instantly. She looked at the thin veil on the windowsill; ripples slowly appeared in her water-colored eyes. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to draw the curtain.
The strong sunlight poured into her eyes, seeping into her heart. The white lilies in the celadon vase swayed in the breeze. His gaze slowly fell on her; he wanted to say something but ultimately fell silent. Glancing outside at the shadows, he said, "Ling Heng has lost his father; you cannot let him lose you too."
She lowered her eyelids; there was an unshakeable sorrow in her voice as she simply said, "I want to drink some water."
Xiao Zuowei quickly turned to get a cup of water. She held the warm cup but felt a coldness and silence on her face. Xiao Zuowei looked out at the clear sky after the rain and said after a while, "Shaoyi is gone; what are your plans for the future?"
"I..." She opened her mouth. What plans could she have? Without Shaoyi, what could she plan?
Her lips lost their rosy hue as she quietly gazed out at the sky and sighed silently: Lin Hua thanked Chunhong too hastily. The cold rain came early while the wind arrived late. The tears from rouge leave one drunk; when will they return? Life is filled with long regrets as water flows eastward endlessly.
He paused for a moment, quietly looking at her, his brows furrowed with weariness. She slowly smiled, gazing deeply at him, her delicate profile revealing a heart-wrenching pain.
She held the teacup, her slender fingers gently tracing the patterns, and said softly, “Jiang Shanghao will no longer imprison me. I don’t want to stay here; there are too many bad memories. I’m afraid that as soon as I see or hear anything, I will think of him… think of how he left me, how he has left me forever.”
Xiao Zuowei nodded and silently walked away, the dark shadow following suit.
A month passed, and her health finally showed some improvement; she could finally go out for a walk.
As soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw Ling Heng holding an urn, lost in thought. When he noticed her arrival, his face lit up with joy. “Mom, are you feeling better?”
She forced a smile and replied lightly, “Much better; I’m fine now. Thank you for worrying about Mom during this time.”
“Mom, let’s go abroad; we shouldn’t stay here any longer.” Ling Heng looked at the urn, tears welling in his dark eyes. “Dad was honored as a martyr and is now a hero mourned and commemorated by everyone. No matter where we go, we can hear people talking about him. I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear it. I no longer have a father; if I lose you too…”
Her heart jolted; she realized how weak and helpless she truly was. She hurriedly embraced Ling Heng, who leaned against her neck. She could clearly feel the dampness there; her heart tightened painfully. Ling Heng never cried, yet this time…
She was so immersed in her own sorrow that she forgot those around her felt the same way.
That summer, the Japanese Army announced its surrender, and the whole nation celebrated.
Now that Shangguan Shaoyi was gone, Jiang Shanghao had no reason to imprison Cheng Mosu and Ling Heng any longer. Upon learning they were going abroad, he said nothing more.
She boarded the ferry to America. Xiao Zuowei accompanied her to the ship and handed her an address.
She lowered her gaze to look at it and smiled. “What’s this?”
“This is where my wife lives. If you go there and have nothing to do, you can visit her and tell her to wait for me a little longer.”
She opened her mouth to say something more but noticed a Guard Officer in black following Xiao Zuowei.
The Guard Officer's eyes glinted sharply as he snatched the note from Xiao Zuowei's hand. Seeing it only contained an address, he relented and said, “Mr. Xiao, please hurry; the ship is about to depart, and we need to disembark.”
She watched his figure grow farther away, silently shedding tears. No one knew when they would meet again after such a separation. She slowly wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief and smiled lightly.
"What happened?" Jiang Shanghao asked the Guard Officer.
The death of Shangguan Shaoyi had caused him considerable loss. He suspected that Shangguan Shaoyi had faked his death, so he sent people to eavesdrop on Cheng Mosu day and night. After such a long time without hearing any news, he finally confirmed Shangguan Shaoyi's death.
"In response to the Commander, the ship has already departed, and no unusual actions have been observed from Consort Shangguan."
Jiang Shanghao nodded, feeling relieved.
Time on the ship was quite boring, so Ling Heng asked Cheng Mosu to tell him a story. She smiled gently, watching the deep blue sea engulf her, noticing her pale face losing its expression. Sunlight shone on the deck as she felt the sea breeze wrap her in warmth.
The oil tanker slowly docked at the shore. Cheng Mosu took Feng Yin and Ling Heng off the ship. She initially planned to settle in the apartment purchased by her father before looking for Yeh Zhenzhen. However, seeing that Feng Yin was in a bad mood, she thought that Yeh Zhenzhen's lively and cheerful nature might alleviate her sadness, so she insisted that Cheng Mosu go first while she took Ling Heng back to the apartment.
She smiled helplessly and took the address to find it, wanting to reassure Feng Yin and Ling Heng.
By this time, it was already evening, and the warm evening breeze filled her heart. Following the address step by step, she approached the quaint old door, feeling a slight stir in her heart as her eyes sparkled like water.
She gently knocked on the door; inside the house was silent.
Her heart suddenly raced as she knocked again.
A familiar sound of footsteps came from inside. She was stunned; this sound was so familiar that she couldn't be mistaken.
Before she could react, the door was pulled open. Her water-colored eyes gathered fragmented light into a sea, and the mist rising blurred her vision.
Shangguan Shaoyi's handsome face remained sharp and defined. His raised fingers gently touched her cheek, and his gaze became clearer as he looked at her intently. He smiled slightly and pulled her into his embrace with such strength that it seemed he wanted to merge her into his very being.
She cried softly, never imagining that one day they would meet again. When this dreamlike scene unfolded and reality overlapped with her surroundings, her heart was filled with joy, yet she lacked even the strength for one last laugh.
Later, upon hearing his explanation, she learned that Brother Zuwei had informed him about her imprisonment. He had then devised such a scene with Zhang's Deputy, and that corpse was actually that of a Japanese Army Officer who resembled him closely.
A wave of delicate tingling sensations surged within her due to the overwhelming mix of joy and sorrow. She gazed at his Handsome Face so close to her, feeling the sharp pain in her heart gradually dissipate. The air around them thickened, creating an incredible stillness, where only their breaths could be heard.
His Black as Ink eyes captured the starlight, becoming dazzling. Memories flooded back; they were no longer the same as before and understood that nothing in this world could last forever.
Yet in this moment, time stood still, space calmed, and the world suddenly felt terrifyingly small, able to hold only the two of them. But this instant was undeniably real—not forever, but eternal.
The moments from years ago were so clear; he had looked just like he did now, his eyes filled with warmth.
She still remembered his deep yet pleasant voice as he smiled and said to her, “That Marriage Contract was written in haste. I originally intended to write a line from an Ancient Poem on the Marriage Contract, but others said it was too cheesy and it wouldn’t be good if others saw it.”
At that time, she became interested and pressed him for more details. He looked at her intently and softly spoke, “Bonds of Marriage, Mutual Love Without Doubt.”
She looked at him as he raised his Lip Corners and leaned close to her ear, whispering gently, “The Promise from back then can finally be fulfilled.”
She was taken aback for a moment, feeling a lump in her throat. Although those old days had passed, their hearts had never drifted apart.
Her fair cheeks blossomed with two shallow dimples. “I have a line too.”
“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.
“May I be like the stars, and you like the moon, shining brightly together every night. Night After Night, The Flowing Light Shines Brightly.”
(THE END)
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