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Yama's Wedding
Xiao Yao Hao gazed intently at Liu Qing before him. Although it was just her silhouette, he was certain that this was Liu Qing.
Dressed in a flowing red gown, her long hair cascaded down her back. At that moment, it felt as if they were close enough to reach out and touch each other.
Xiao Yao Hao was entranced by Liu Qing's figure. How long had it been? Long enough that he felt as if he had never encountered such a vibrant woman in his life. Sometimes, he would wonder if everything that had happened was just a dream—a dream in which he met a woman named Liu Qing, who was warm and free, living like the wind. So when the dream ended, the wind would simply vanish.
But upon returning to reality, he had to awaken from this fantasy. Liu Qing was gone; she had left him completely, and he couldn't even find her body. Nothing remained.
Yet now, she stood right before him, just a few steps away. Xiao Yao Hao reached out his hand, wanting to touch Liu Qing, but in that instant, he suddenly realized what he was doing. How could he still have the right to touch Liu Qing? He hurriedly withdrew his hand, relieved that he hadn't impulsively rushed forward.
Liu Qing's silhouette seemed somewhat frail. Yes, he remembered that during her last days at the Mansion, she hadn’t been happy at all. Back then, all he wanted was to keep Liu Qing in his world without ever considering whether she wanted to stay with him. Although everyone at the Mansion adored Liu Qing's genuine romantic spirit, their backgrounds were vastly different. Liu Qing had lost both her parents and was raised by her master, a wandering woman who was not a significant figure in the martial world. They had traveled together for over a decade. Thus, Liu Qing’s nature was free and unrestrained; she loved wandering and seeing different landscapes. She once said, "Life should be about eating heartily and drinking deeply; one should live freely and joyfully to make the most of this life." At that time, he envied such a lifestyle but deep down disagreed with it; this carefree life clashed with his upbringing as a disciple of a prestigious family. He regretted not realizing this sooner and naively believed that living together with Liu Qing at the Mansion would be the most beautiful thing.
He never considered what Liu Qing had given up to be with him. Aside from her love for him, she had erased everything else from her past to live in the Mansion. Though she possessed martial skills, there were many experts at the Mansion who didn’t require her to act personally; servants took care of everything for her. Liu Qing complained to him about feeling like a useless person in the estate, unable to do anything. He struggled to remember how he had responded back then. Oh right! He told Liu Qing that after they married, Xiao Yao Villa would surely belong to them and that as its mistress, she needed to learn many things—she couldn’t just bounce around freely; she needed to embody the role of a lady. He even forced her to attend gatherings among women and wear overly elaborate clothing adorned with gold and silver jewelry. Although Liu Qing was reluctant, she gradually changed herself at his insistence. It was then that her smiles began to fade significantly. Meanwhile, he reveled in her transformation; compared to the wild girl from the countryside at first, the trained Liu Qing increasingly resembled those noblewomen.
After Liu Qing's death, Xiao Yao Hao pondered for a long time—had he destroyed everything she had held onto? She had changed herself out of love for him so that she could adapt to this life. Yet in the end, he let go of her hand, rendering everything meaningless; thus she could leave without any attachments.
Xiao Yao Hao's heart was filled with regret. The Liu Qing he loved was not a flower grown in a garden for others' enjoyment; she was a flower blooming freely on a mountain, indifferent to others' preferences and releasing herself entirely.
Only in the end did Xiao Yao Hao come to understand these truths. He had so much he wanted to say to Liu Qing slowly—but now she could no longer hear him.
And now before Xiao Yao Hao stood Liu Qing; yet these words could not reach her—amnesiac Liu Qing should not bear any more burdens.
Although Liu Qing's face was not visible, Xiao Yao Hao knew that her heart was undoubtedly calm at that moment. She sat quietly, tilting her head to gaze at the bright moon above. To Liu Qing, the moon had always been the most beautiful. Its light scattered gently, illuminating all living beings. Unlike the sun, which shone brightly yet always seemed self-satisfied and blinding, the moon offered a sense of tranquility and reassurance, much like a mother's loving gaze.
Xiao Yao Hao imagined that Liu Qing, watching the moon, must have felt a warmth filling her heart.
Memories that Xiao Yao Hao thought he had forgotten surged back into his mind upon seeing Liu Qing. They flooded his thoughts as if they had just happened recently, making him feel an unsettling fear.
The image of Liu Qing dying in his arms replayed repeatedly in his mind alongside these memories.
The sight of Liu Qing, covered in blood, looking at him with hollow eyes and whispering, "I hope we won't meet again in the next life," along with her smile of release after death, pierced through every nerve in Xiao Yao Hao's body. These memories were ones he wished to forget, yet tonight, behind Liu Qing, those painful recollections rolled over him like a wave, overwhelming him.
In agony, Xiao Yao Hao pressed his hands against his head, hoping to ease his suffering. But the more he tried to suppress those thoughts, the more vivid they became—everywhere he looked was Liu Qing, drenched in blood, her eyes staring at him as if he were a stranger.
No, no, no! Don't look at me like that; I am the one you love! Every cell in Xiao Yao Hao screamed out.
Finally unable to bear the pain any longer, he stumbled back a few steps and took a deep look at Liu Qing, who remained entranced by the moonlight. He fled the courtyard as if escaping.
Xiao Yao Hao left quickly without looking back.
Thus, he did not see that behind him, Liu Qing, whom he thought was lost in the moonlight, slowly turned around with tears streaming down her face as she watched his departing figure.
Liu Qing gazed at Xiao Yao Hao's silhouette. She had known he was there all along; how could she not have noticed? Ever since she died, she had lingered by his side for long periods. She knew his footsteps, his scent, even his breathing intimately. Moreover, when he unconsciously took that step forward just moments ago—perhaps he hadn’t even heard it—she felt it keenly. Knowing he was behind her made it impossible for her to sit there peacefully any longer.
She dared not turn around or show any sign of her feelings. Though she maintained her posture, she could only try her best to hide any hint of her emotions from him.
She was not yet ready to meet him, and although he had been brought here by King Yan, Liu Qing knew that he had no intention of seeing her either. Perhaps this was for the best.
Meeting was not as good as reminiscing. Hearing her own story from someone else's mouth made her lose the sense of peace she once felt beside Xiao Yao Hao. Back then, when she was with Xiao Yao Hao, she should have been very happy and deeply in love.
So now, even just catching a glimpse of his hurried figure made it impossible for her to let go.
Liu Qing wiped the tears from her face and patted her cheeks, encouraging herself, "Liu Qing, you can't be like this. You must live happily in the days to come." "Liu Qing, you are already dead; the affairs of the world have nothing to do with you anymore!" She kept trying to motivate herself, but her heart still ached deeply.
The moon, which once seemed so beautiful, now shone lonely over the land, casting a cold light everywhere.
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