"puff--"
Gray walls, white clothes, bright red blood, and Anxin's sudden change in color.
"Sister Jinqiao!" An Xin's eyes stung. She kicked a soldier away and pushed the crowd aside. The sunlight was pale, and the woman curled up on the ground was deathly pale. Her thin, misty robes were also deathly pale... The blood was red, a bright red, which stung An Xin's eyes.
Jinqiao looked at Anxin, tears in her eyes and blood on her lips, yet she smiled: "Xin'er... do you think Fulin is waiting for me? Ten years have passed, and I've thought of finding him every moment. He must still be as handsome as before, but I... I've begun to grow old... Perhaps I should have gone with him back then. I wasted ten years, suffered ten years of pain, endured ten years of humiliation, and suffered ten years of pain because of revenge... My heart has been corrupted by hatred, and I am no longer the Jinqiao that Fulin loved back then... Xin'er, I never thought of killing you. Do you believe me?"
An Xin suddenly felt her chest fill with an emotion called sadness, so painful, so very painful…
“I’ve always believed.” An Xin hugged the woman in her arms, this pitiful, shy woman with a small dimple when she smiled. The first time she saw her, she thought she was so beautiful, like a pure and elegant magnolia flower.
Tears streamed down Jinqiao's face as she slowly closed her eyes.
An Xin's fingers landed on the dagger on her abdomen. She had never felt tears before, not even in her past or present life. At this moment, she seemed to taste the bitterness of tears.
"Sister Jinqiao!" Luzhu rushed over, grabbing Jinqiao's cold hand and crying her heart out.
An Xin looked up at the sky, which was a clear blue with bright sunshine. The sound of the dewdrops crying suddenly seemed to become her own. An Xin was not used to this sad mood. She picked up Jin Qiao and walked outside.
Wang Baishi stared wide-eyed and shouted, "This is the murderer!"
Feng Yi blocked Wang Baishi's path and looked at An Xin. From beginning to end, she hadn't shed a single tear, but he felt a pang of heartache for her.
An Xin held Jin Qiao in her arms. In truth, she didn't know where to bury her. She might be able to find the man's grave, but in this vast world, where should she even begin to search?
She was the only one who knew where he was.
She refused to share this unique memory with anyone until her death.
An Xin didn't know how long she walked, but finally stopped in front of a door. She pushed the door open, and a large number of magnolia flowers in full bloom danced in the wind. An Xin seemed to see Jin Qiao standing in the flowers, smiling sweetly.
Perhaps this is her destiny.
When Feng Yi arrived, An Xin was sitting in a field of magnolias, lost in thought. A small grave had been erected in front of her, with a bunch of magnolias on it. The tombstone in front of the grave was blank.
Feng Yi leaned against the door frame, quietly watching her. He thought she would cry, but she just sat there blankly... At that moment, he felt very far away from her, as if separated by countless years. Subconsciously, he wanted to get closer.
As if sensing his arrival, she turned her head and glanced at him, saying indifferently, "If you're here to comfort me, there's no need for that."
Feng Yi walked over and sat down beside her, paused, and said, "No."
An Xin glanced at him and said, "For Sister Jinqiao, this is a relief. In this world, not everyone who is alive is happy."
Feng Yi gazed at her for a long time before saying, "An Xin, you feel like a stranger to me."
An Xin smiled and looked at him, saying, "We don't seem to know each other very well."
A deep sense of loneliness filled Feng Yi's eyes.
"Alright, let's go. After settling Uncle Thirteen in, I'll head to the capital." An Xin stood up. Jin Qiao's grave was here, but that woman lived on in her heart. She turned and walked away without lingering.
Who would cherish a grave?
Feng Yi was stunned for a long time before standing up and asking, "An Xin, why are we going to the capital?"
An Xin seemed to have heard a joke, and she really did find it funny: "My parents have both gone to the capital, where else can I go if I don't go to the capital?"
Feng Yi suddenly fell silent. He suddenly thought of her ex-husband in the capital. If she saw him, would their old feelings rekindle? Since that man had abandoned her, why would he cherish her again? She was bound to suffer!
However, reason told him that he couldn't say these words. But keeping them in his heart was painful. Feng Yi hesitated, but in the end, he kept them to himself. Even though it hurt, it was for her sake, and he was willing to do so.
A breeze blows, filling the courtyard with fragrance, and the magnolia blossoms on the grave sway gently...
**
When she returned to the hospital, Lu Zhu rushed out with red and swollen eyes, hugged An Xin and burst into tears.
An Xin paused for a moment, then raised her hand and patted her shoulder to comfort her.
Dewdrop wiped away her tears and cried, "Sister Jinqiao is dead, and Uncle Thirteen is dying too... Miss, I'm so sad..."
An Xin's expression changed, and she quickly walked towards the room.
The room was dimly lit, and Uncle Thirteen lay on the couch with blood on his lips.
An Xin hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Thirteenth Uncle?"
Zhou Shisan trembled, slowly opened his eyes and looked at An Xin, his voice very low: "Xin'er, little girl..."
An Xin grasped Uncle Thirteen's rough hand.
“Uncle Thirteen regrets his actions... Ever since that incident... I have lived in guilt every moment... I made an irreparable mistake... Jinqiao killed me, but I don’t blame her…” Tears streamed from Zhou Shisan’s cloudy eyes.
An Xin grabbed his hand and said, "Don't say anything more, Thirteenth Uncle, I'm going to find a doctor."
Zhou Shisan grabbed An Xin and said, "It's no use... I've decided to die... The poison has already taken effect... Uncle Shisan just wants to tell you that you're a good child... In the future, you will definitely find a man who will love you wholeheartedly... cough cough cough cough"
An Xin's throat tightened a little, and she said softly, "Uncle Thirteen, don't worry. Xin'er will definitely find a man who will treat me wholeheartedly in the future. At that time, Uncle Thirteen, there will be one more person by your side to take care of you."
Zhou Shisan coughed and laughed. When the coughing stopped, his hand slowly fell to his sides.
An Xin thought that between life and death, there is only a difference of one word, but it is a farewell forever.
Dewdrop lay outside the door, covering her mouth and sobbing uncontrollably. Although she was afraid of Uncle Thirteen, what she feared most was that he would never come back. She couldn't understand why a good person would make a mistake and cause such a bloody mess.
What she didn't understand was that everyone in this world makes mistakes.
**