In this world, I am afraid no one can bear the love that has been exchanged for countless lives.
Wu Xie followed that man for five years.
He often thinks that if it were not for that person, he must be dead by now, either being ravaged to death or committing suicide and dying in humiliation. In short, he will not let himself live in peace.
That man always had a calm and cold look, his eyes were lazy and casual, but he was also secretly sharp and steady. Anyway, he still didn't dare to look directly into those eyes.
Except for fighting and practicing swordsmanship, that man would spend the rest of his time in the pavilion in the general's mansion, leaning against the red painted pillars, or looking at the sky and the lake, silently, as if he was separated from the world and wandering in the sky. But it is integrated with the surrounding natural and beautiful scenery. It was pleasing to the eye, at least to him.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are impermanent. No matter what the weather is like, that person will sit in the pavilion whenever he has free time. Spring, summer, and autumn were all fine, except that the northern winter was so cold that it penetrated the bones, and the fresh wind penetrated the human body. The man was still sitting in the pavilion, his white clothes overflowing with snow, and he admired the bright snow scene all around. At this moment, Wu Xie would hold a hand warmer and put on his cloak, and stay in the pavilion with that person to watch the snow scene. Wu Xie would often just stay aside quietly, with his head bowed, and would not go back together until the person came back.
Wu Xie often asked himself, what is that person thinking about when he is always so silent? Is there sadness in his heart that he doesn't know about? Are any of the things he is thinking about, even just a little bit... Related to himself?