“Happiness always comes at a cost! Ya’er, you might not care, but I can’t let everything be destroyed! I can’t bear it when others look at you with disdain!” Her hands trembled. “While there’s still time, Ya’er, go back to Beijing! Forget about someone named Ye Feng, and talk about normal love.”
“I don’t want a future without you!” He knelt on the ground, pressing her hand to his cheek. “Feng’er, what must I do to make you feel at ease? I don’t want to leave you!”
Are those tears? Don’t do this to me, or I’ll be moved again! Between the wrath of the gods and his deep affection, you can’t hesitate anymore.
“This is the will of the gods.” She bent down, gently lifting his face. “You possess beauty and talent beyond others; you could have so much. By choosing me, you will have nothing.”
“My life, having nothing, only has you! Is the will of the gods always right? Ye Feng, are you afraid of divine punishment?”
“Yes, I fear you might suffer misfortune. Ya’er, you are the most important person to me. I could do anything…” She burst into tears. “Why must you be my brother?” She had never questioned the god of fate before him.
“Feng’er, let’s declare war on the gods. Together, let’s fight against fate!” He pulled her up, embracing her. “Let’s share the misfortune together; this is our pact!”
Bearing the burden of a cruel fate in pursuit of true love. Will the gods forgive this illicit love?
Meijiang lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, no need to go to work today. Wenshan, won’t you come and hold me? She turned her head to look at her husband on the other bed. Tian Wenshan leaned against the bed, reading a novel with his head down.
“Wenshan, how long has it been since we were together?” she asked softly.
He didn’t move, casually replying, “A long time, I guess.”
“Don’t you want to?” She opened her robe, revealing her body wrapped in black semi-transparent sleepwear. “Come on, Wenshan.”
