When they first met, he was a wealthy military merchant admired by everyone in Beiping, spending money lavishly and chatting with ease. When they met again in another country, he quietly watched her from the crowd, then smiled and led her away as everyone looked on in surprise. Through a twist of fate, all the dreams that girl had as a teenager were about that one person. Time passed, and in the chaos of war, you kept me safe. But in peacetime, we went our separate ways. If I could choose, I probably wouldn't want to meet you again.
"Lan Qing, I'm here." His gaze on her was feverish. His gaunt face showed how many days it had been since he last rested.
In the darkness, Lan Qing felt her way toward him. The tears in the corners of her eyes had not yet dried when his lips met hers.
"A Yao."
"I'm here." His voice seemed even colder than his body. Lan Qing knew he was gone, but she still clung tightly to his arm, softly humming a nursery rhyme he had never heard as a child.
She remembered an afternoon many years ago. She had been sitting in the courtyard of the Rose Garden, tending to the roses, when he came over with a smile and pulled a bouquet of roses from behind his back. Even someone as aloof as him could blush. In his steady voice, he said, "Even though I gave you a whole garden of roses, whenever I see a beautiful one, I still want to bring it to you."
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More and more happy?