Xiang Wuxue

Winter, twenty-three years of the Republic of China. Fine snow fell all over the execution ground, and it was bone-chilling cold. On the day Su Wanyuan died, everyone in the city was happy. The people on the street clapped their hands and applauded, and the officials' eyebrows relaxed. Everyone was congratulating that this troubled, aloof and surly woman had finally come to an end. In her life, she fought against everyone and alienated her relatives, made the world fearful with her cruelty, and finally died in the coldest winter with no one to pity her. In the deepest part of the crowd, Gu Yanci stood in the wind and snow. Standing next to him was the stable and gentle Lin Zhirou. The road ahead was open and the years were stable. This was the rest of his life he had personally chosen. But when everyone was laughing, he was the only one who remained motionless. The wind and snow ruffled his hair, and his eyes were filled with endless, unseen defeat and regret. The moment he just watched her close her eyes, the childhood sweethearts, childhood whispers, and years of companionship from the past ten years all crashed into his heart, shattering into pieces. He raised his hand and stroked his lips very lightly and slowly. In the past, here was the soft kiss she secretly placed when she was young; in the past, he personally promised to protect her every year and never let her down. Now they are all invalid. His lips moved slightly, and his voice was so soft that it was completely swallowed up by the wind and snow, and only he could hear it. "I'm sorry." A half-delayed apology. She hated him so much, she was dead, she would never hear him again. The wind and snow are boundless, and everyone in the world is happy, but he owes his life, and the rest of his life is spent every year to atone for his sins. She died amidst the celebrations of thousands of people, and he lived with a lifetime of guilt.