“Have we done anything wrong?”
“Don’t ask me. I’m powerless now, let Dad and Mom decide.” She hung up the phone.
Ye Feng Feng, are you hesitating again? Ya Ye put down the receiver, truly wanting to fly back to Beijing.
With nothing to do, he could only go to the bar downstairs to drink away his sorrows, where he coincidentally met Zuo Qianling.
“Borrowing wine to drown your sorrows? Thinking of Feng Feng?” Qianling played with his glass.
“And you? Are you very lonely?”
“The person I like doesn’t need me.” Qianling laughed bitterly without much emotion. “Ya Ye, can I accompany you?”
Ya Ye put down his glass. “Qianling, whether it’s a woman or a man, I don’t need anyone. With Feng Feng, there is happiness.”
“Happiness is a fleeting feeling. When we feel happy, the other might feel miserable. Does she truly love you? Or is she just moved by you and willing to endure the misery to be with you?”
His face paled. Ye Feng Feng, do you really love me?
The day Feng Shen returned to Beijing, Ya Ye took the opportunity to go to Taipei. Even with doubts, he wanted to find out: do you love me?
Ye Feng Feng, carrying a large bouquet of flowers, walked towards her parents’ grave. In the drizzle, she saw him.
She offered the flowers and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
“I saw Wu Wen in Beijing, and after coming back, I dreamt of my parents,” said Feng Feng, looking at the photos on the tombstone. “Mom kept crying, she was so sad, my heart ached. Dad was furious, he wanted to kill me. I tried my hardest to escape, but no matter how fast I ran, I could feel the killing intent from the knife.” She gave a strange, half-smile. “I think the punishment is about to begin.”
“You’re not wrong! It was always me forcing myself upon you!” he said in anguish. “Let God punish me! Falling in love with my own sister, taking her body, it was all my initiative!”
She remained motionless, her face growing increasingly mournful with a smile. “Who’s right or wrong, what does it matter? They are in heaven, bearing our sorrow. If one of us hadn’t been born, perhaps we wouldn’t live in such pain.”
