Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 153

Where did I fall? Was it in Yihan's arms?

What did I hold in my hand? Was it Yihan's hand?

Was he talking to me? Was he calling my name, Lin Yu, in a hoarse, panicked voice?

Was he holding me as I slowly grew cold, his body trembling uncontrollably?

I think it must be.

“Yi…Han…” I clenched my fist and held his hand, using the last bit of strength in my body to hold it.

I overdraw the last vestiges of my life, opening my mouth again and again, blood and foam gushing out: "Yi...Han...loves you...I...love you...so...so...loving...you..."

Yihan, can you hear me? I love you, so much... so much!

I love you so much! I promised you with all my heart that I would stay with you forever, so how can I bear to leave you now? How can I bear to... leave you alone?

If I had known that our meeting would be nothing more than a fleeting play, why did I have to meet you?

Knowing that being together was just a stone's throw away, why did I have to fall in love with you?

Knowing that love would only lead to a hopeless ending, why let a bird fall in love with a fish?

The moment my soul left my body, it felt as if something precious was being slowly ripped from my mind, bit by bit, as if the world was being forcibly severed from my body.

My soul has left my body, but my emotions remain in this world. The pain of being torn apart from my body turns into tears, wetting the clear blue sky and soaking the soft clouds.

Therefore, only in death can I see that the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, but my heart... is lonely and riddled with holes.

The wind howls, the rain falls, we are so close yet worlds apart;

Tears of the mortal world, Heaven is heartless, why did we go together but not return?

Why go together but not return together...?

Lausanne, Switzerland, February 2008.

I opened my eyes, tears blurring my vision. The blinding light shone into my eyes, making the tears flow even more freely.

I looked around at the furniture in the room, which seemed to have been washed clean, crystal clear, yet all of it glistened with tears.

What's going on? I wiped away the cold tears on my face with some surprise, asking myself: Why am I crying? Did I just dream about something?

The door opened, and a tall, slightly thin man stood outside with a nonchalant yet warm smile on his face.

I smiled and said loudly, "Yufei, good morning!"

Yufei's face showed obvious surprise, his brown eyes gleaming, his doubtful gaze slowly shifting from my face to the dark red plush carpet. In an instant, his pupils contracted sharply, and the surprise in his eyes turned into shock.

I blinked slightly, followed his gaze, and exclaimed, "How did my bracelet break?"

Yu Fei's face, already pale from two years of unconsciousness, now seemed almost transparent. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Galan, what...did you call me?"

I tilted my head and looked at him, increasingly puzzled. What was wrong with Yufei? He seemed particularly strange today. No! It wasn't just Yufei who was acting strangely; I felt like something else was off.

Yufei pursed his lips, his brows furrowed, about to speak. But then another voice, one I knew all too well, came from behind him: "Galan, are you awake?" It was a voice with a vast and expansive range, lacking magnetism, yet all the more intimate and endearing.

My expression turned cold, all smiles and doubts vanishing into indifference. A dull ache throbbed in my heart, a reminder of the painful past I couldn't bear to revisit. It's been almost a month since we reunited, and he's been apologizing and trying to make amends for almost a month as well, yet I still can't face him. The man I once loved so dearly, the man who hurt me so deeply—my ex-husband, Xu Lie.

Xu Lie walked into the room next to Yu Fei, who was still in a daze. The dappled sunlight from the window shone on his face, which looked as if it had been sculpted by a master craftsman. His dark eyes reflected a faint, warm light, which made me momentarily lose my senses.

I quickly looked away, avoiding the doting and affection in his eyes.

When Xu Lie walked to my bedside, a look of surprise and heartache flashed in his eyes. His long, warm hand touched my cheek: "Galan, you cried?"

I turned my head away from his touch, remaining silent and indifferent. My gaze was fixed on the dark red carpet spread on the floor. On the inner side of the room lay only a small crystal, which had probably rolled over from under the bed. Perhaps because there was only one, it looked particularly lonely. Its lustrous and translucent luster even carried a faint sadness in my eyes, causing my heart to ache with inexplicable pain.

Wait a minute! In my... eyes? In my eyes!!

"Ah—" I screamed and turned around, staring wide-eyed at the two men in front of me who were also startled by my outburst. "Xu Lie! Yu Fei!! I... I can see! I can actually see!!"

When the ancient horn sounded and then faded away

As the desolate shouts drifted all around

Dust floating in the air

Every grain represents my hope in this life.

I steadfastly guard that sacred land, like a pilgrimage site.

Gently

Let the whispers

It gently glided over every inch of my skin.

Even if I stop breathing in your arms

It is also the faith that I kneel in eternal devotion.

That sacred sound that has never ceased for a thousand years!

How can I close my eyes and cry?

For you

I have been waiting in the air for fifty years.