schlanke Taille - Kapitel 41
Liang Ning coughed lightly and nodded.
Pan Yuerong's lips curved into a smile, which gradually widened. Suddenly, she cheered and threw herself into Liang Ning's arms, exposing his neck and jumping for joy. Although Liang Ning frowned, he did not push her away.
After an unknown amount of time, when Pan Yuerong came to her senses, there was no one left under the poplar tree behind her.
"I'm leaving," Liang Ning's indifferent voice rang out.
"ah?"
“That man is gone,” Liang Ning explained again with great patience.
“Oh…” Pan Yuerong smiled and took Liang Ning’s hand, saying, “Where are we going next? By the way, where did you go for those six months? Why couldn’t I find you anywhere? And also… were you deliberately hiding from me? Then why were you in Bianliang when I was getting married? Ah, and also…”
The light rain began to fall again, accompanied by Pan Yuerong's rambling. The two walked further and further away in the drizzle, like a painting of Jiangnan in the misty rain. At that moment, they were completely captured in the painting, like a divine couple...
Perhaps their fate was shallow, or perhaps they missed each other.
At that time, her heart and eyes were filled with Liang Ning, and even the raindrops falling on her lips seemed sweet. She thought they would stay like this forever, sailing their boats and wandering the world together...
Until she learned she was pregnant and excitedly wanted to tell Liang Ning, only to see him drunk and entangled with Qu Shishi; until she angrily left but unexpectedly ran into Ye Junshan again; until he settled her in the Ye family mansion in Jiangling; until she gradually discovered how terrifying Ye Junshan was; until Liang Ning became a notorious villain in the martial arts world; until she was imprisoned; until she fell into the water…
Now she lies on her sickbed, even breathing has become difficult. The maids who serve her secretly watch her with curiosity, watching her transform from a pretty young girl into a sickly woman. Perhaps she looks delicate, perhaps she evokes pity, but no one offers her any words of comfort, nor does anyone look at her directly. They are curious as to why she has run away time and time again, even risking her life for it...
She lay there quietly, her thoughts gradually drifting. She recalled that early spring in Bianliang, with its delicate spring clothes and lotus leaves, peach blossoms in full bloom and willow branches sprouting. Her lips parted slightly, and she murmured intermittently...
"A swing inside the wall, a path outside... Passersby outside the wall, a beautiful woman laughing inside." She lay on her sickbed, tears streaming down her face: "The laughter gradually fades, the sound grows quiet... Passionate... yet troubled by... heartlessness..." Her eyes slowly closed, but a melancholy smile remained on her lips.
No one knows what she's thinking, and no one knows if she ever regrets it...
At least once, her smile was as pure as her eyes, and she was as happy as her smile.