Seven years ago, amid the chaos of war, she gazed at his composed face and whispered a plea:
"Sir, please see me on my way."
He studied her in silence for a long while, then sighed and agreed.
Seven years later, they met again on a day of torrential rain.
The Ninth Bureau had uncovered a long-hidden spy, said to be stubborn to the bone. Even after being beaten until her skin split, she wouldn't utter a word. The higher-ups had run out of options, so they sent him.
He was ordered to make her talk.
The prison was cold and damp. Ying Hao was on the brink of death. At the edge of life and death, she saw the man who had come for her.
Their eyes met. Summoning all her strength, Ying Hao pleaded with him once more: "Sir..."
Her voice trembled, but her resolve was unshakable:
"Please... see me... on my way again."
At Ying Hao's words, Song Weizheng's breathing grew heavy.
To keep from being found out, Song Weizheng forced down the trembling of his hands and turned away without answering.
This time, seeing her on her way did not mean sending her to her death.
It meant giving her a chance to end it all.
He knew what she meant. She wanted to protect her principles with her life, but he couldn't let her do that.
In this chaotic world, human lives were worth no more than weeds. But he couldn't stand by and watch Ying Hao die.
To save her life, he went everywhere seeking help, even bowing to beg others.
He tried everything, whether he could or couldn't do it. Just as he thought everything was back on track and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, Ying Hao was gone.
She had still chosen to die, resolute, on a day of torrential rain.
She would never come back.
That day, a torrential downpour swept through Jinnan. As people rushed about in panic, they stumbled blindly, stepping into foul, rotting mud and splashing up murky water.
Amid the dark wind and rain, Song Weizheng looked back through the turmoil, his heart dead toward this utterly rotten society.
Ten years of war. Ten years for the nation to find peace again.
Another ten years later, the Ghostly Beauty Plan was unveiled.
By then his hair had long since turned white, but her smile was as radiant as ever.
Standing among the crowd, he gazed into the distance at the cemetery. At a single glance, he could no longer hold back his tears.
It seemed that in this lifetime, they could only be joined in marriage beside the Yellow Springs.
Though he would never admit it, the torrential rain that fell in 1937 still left him damp with regret for the rest of his life.
After the dampness came the rusting of souls, and dry bones returned to the earth, no longer resembling anything of this world.
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Republican-era romance | Idealist x Man in Power | BE
Theme: Ideals endure.
