“What kind of woman are you? Haven’t I been good enough to you these three years? Haven’t I loved you enough? Even if your heart is made of ice, it should have been melted by now.” I completely exploded.
She coldly looked at my angry face, and after a long time, she spat out a few words through gritted teeth: “For me to love you, you would have to die!”
When I saw Yan’er again, it was the night before I was going to let her leave the palace.
For two years, after losing the child, I had not taken a single step inside here, even though I wandered by the door every day.
As soon as I stepped through the doorway, I saw a figure half-leaning, with hair black as silk, mostly gathered up with a silver ribbon, the remaining dark hair draped across her shoulder. Yan’er wore a red fur coat. I carefully approached her, knowing that the Yan’er usually bristling with thorns, full of resentment towards me, could never be as serene as she was at this moment.
Before her was a clear lake, pure water accompanying the jade steps. She sat on the jade steps, facing the mirror-like water, gently playing with her hair. Her natural and elegant movements obscured her breathtakingly beautiful face, but one could sense the faint coldness around her, with an indescribable charm and unparalleled grace.
I slowly approached her, careful not to startle her. Looking at her so peaceful, I couldn’t help but speak: “Yan’er, he’s not worth it, not worth losing everything for! Without me, you’ll have nothing.” I heard my own sorrowful voice mixed with an inexplicable melancholy, yet full of indulgence towards her.
She looked up and gazed at me silently, so quiet that not a sound could be heard.
After a long while, she softly spoke: “Being by his side isn’t about whether it’s worth it, but whether it’s right!” This was the first time Yan’er spoke to me so calmly, without hatred, showing me again the gentle and delicate woman from beneath the catalpa tree.
I listened to her infinitely gentle voice, and my heart suddenly tightened—pain—a suffocating feeling feedback throughout my body—painfully covering my heart that couldn’t breathe.
