[I hate you]
Those were the words An Ruo heard more than any others.
They came from his female monarch.
Whenever it happened, An Ruo would turn and walk away, leaving his female monarch with nothing but his cold, retreating back.
He didn't care about this loveless political marriage.
He hated the person who shared his bed just as much.
Because he could see the future, and he would die at his female monarch's hands.
He would die beneath the rebel army's executioner's blade, wielded by his female monarch.
He waited quietly for the death that came hand in hand with betrayal.
But An Ruo was nowhere to be found beneath the blade.
[I hate you]
Those were the last words his female monarch said to him.
An Ruo did not meet his death. Instead, his female monarch lay quietly at the center of the funeral.
Dressed in black mourning clothes, An Ruo leafed through the notes his female monarch had left behind.
They were filled from top to bottom with the words, "I hate you."
[I hate you for tormenting my sincere feelings for you, for never being willing to spare me a glance.]
[I hate you for accepting the red thread fate tied for us, only to shut me out.]
[I hate you for learning everything about the future and choosing to let things happen, for refusing to believe me even a little.]
[I couldn't warm your cold heart, but I couldn't bear to watch you get hurt, either.]
[I hate you because even if I died right in front of you, you still wouldn't cry for me.]
[An Ruo, I hate you for wasting this life.]
An Ruo approached the coffin. His female monarch lay with his eyes closed, asleep, never to wake again.
"You're wrong," An Ruo corrected him.
"It shouldn't be [I hate you]."
"You should say, [I love you]."
His female monarch died with his eyes open.
An Ruo broke down sobbing in front of the coffin.
Thank goodness, it was only a prophetic dream.
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[This is a fictional setting unrelated to reality. Please do not conflate it with real life.]
Theme: Even if the future is unkind to us, we must still forge ahead and make a bright sky for ourselves.
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