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Yuan Qi was twenty-six years old, and had been bedridden for twenty years. Her greatest wish in life was for euthanasia to become legal.
After wishing for it for so many years, she finally died in her sickbed. But when she opened her eyes again, it was the end of the Han dynasty, in the year 191 AD.
There was a small river in front of her. Yuan Qi looked down at her reflection. The girl in the water looked radiant and healthy.
She blinked, and a bloated corpse drifted downstream. Filthy water and blood muddied the river. She stepped back, eyes wide.
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In the second year of Chuping, Emperor Xian was under Dong Zhuo's control, and the land was on the brink of chaos.
The pain of illness had thoroughly worn down Yuan Qi's ambition. Even after transmigrating to this age of war, she had no desire to make a name for herself.
She didn't want to live, but she wasn't too keen on dying against her will, either.
Guo Jia was the first person she met in this era.
He was frail, always carrying a wine flask. He often left his hair untied and wandered aimlessly outside her father's tent. At night, he'd brave the cold to gaze at the stars, and when he caught a chill, he'd cough up a great deal of blood.
Guo Jia said, "In times of chaos, ordinary people cannot decide whether they live or die. If I can die by my own hand, then I'm very fortunate indeed."
At first, Yuan Qi envied him. Later, she realized that Guo Jia actually wanted to live a few more years.
She watched coldly, like a bystander, as he exhausted himself and rushed from place to place, growing weaker by the day until illness finally laid him low.
Yuan Qi crouched beside him and heard him ask softly:
"A Qi, do you still mean to die?"
Yuan Qi said, "I don't know."
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In the second year of Chuping, Guo Jia first met Yuan Qi. He sensed in her the detachment and indifference of someone from another world. Curious, he called out to her and asked:
"What are you doing by the river, young lady?"
Yuan Qi said, "Watching the corpses."
He burst out laughing.
Later, Guo Jia took her with him as he fled, staying up from dawn until late at night, keeping himself too busy to think about life and death. That, too, was probably motivated by selfishness.
In the twelfth year of Jian'an, he planted a willow tree in front of his thatched cottage and made a wish.
He wanted to live a few more years. Ideally, with Yuan Qi.
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Little scene:
Guo Jia: "What were you thinking about by the river back then, young lady?"
Yuan Qi: "I was thinking that we don't have to move. The enemy's corpses will drift past us, day and night."
"...What do you mean?"
Yuan Qi: "Time passes like a river, day and night without cease."
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[Reading Guide]
A frail strategist who kind of wants to live × a transmigrated woman who doesn't really want to
She's Yuan Shao's daughter... though she doesn't have much to do with Yuan Shao later on (.)
This story is meant to help me get back into writing. Some parts may not be very meticulously researched, so thanks for your understanding and corrections, everyone. orz
Perhaps I'm trying out a new style... but it's still a happy ending!
Theme: Live in the face of death