"Sometimes, I think that you are like a bird stuck in a thorn bush, and I stubbornly want to take you away in the name of love. When I pull you out with force, you are already gone.
The flesh and blood are blurred.”
"I'm sorry, Wan Qing. I was too naive and selfish at that time and couldn't understand you, which made you suffer so much. Tuo is right, I love you self-righteously, but I am the one who hurt you the most.
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"I heard that Tuo's child has become successful and has a place in Asia. You care about that child so much. Are you relieved to hear this?"
Next, Luo Xichen fell silent, just staring at the quiet surface of the holy lake, looking at the ripples swaying in circles, silently imagining them as Wan Qing's response.
He sits like a sculpture, made of wood and stone.
I don't know how long it took, but the phone rang. Luo Xichen came back to his senses and found that it was a text message from Su Jiuge [7:30 p.m., Royal Harem, Box V14].
Checking the time, it was about five o'clock in the afternoon. It was still early, so he could spend more time with her.
When he turned his head, Luo Xichen saw a person, an old priest with white hair and beard, slowly walking towards the lake. He was also the witness to the oath he and Wan Qing made.
"Father." Luo Xichen stood up and bowed slightly to the old man.
"Young man, you are here again." The old man with white beard smiled slightly and held a Bible in his hand.
"Well, let me see my wife."
The white-bearded old man shook his head and said, "Your wife is not here."
Luo Xichen frowned slightly: "I don't understand what you mean."
The white-bearded old man smiled slightly, his eyes shining with the light of wisdom accumulated over the years, and said slowly: "I spend at least half of my time every day praying to God on the edge of this holy lake, but I have never sensed that there is anything in this lake.
The soul wanders."
"You mean my wife has ascended to heaven?" Luo Xichen asked.
The white-bearded old man still shook his head, but said nothing more. Instead, he walked alone to the edge of the holy lake and prayed with his heart in an extremely pious manner.
Luo Xichen was confused and puzzled.
He sat by the lake for another hour or two, then got up and left. His long black windbreaker left a sad arc in the wind.
He never noticed that at the end of the corridor, behind the stone pillar, there was a pair of tearful eyes staring at him.
After Luo Xichen left, Mechelle stepped out, walked step by step to the lake, sat down quietly, and began to murmur.
"Su Wanqing, I really envy you."
"From beginning to end, it was you who won. I was completely defeated and had nothing to say."
"Even if you are dead, you are still the most important presence in his heart. For eight years, I have not been able to even get a single part in it. You will never understand that kind of frustration."
"If I die and Lucifer misses me so much, I will die for him without hesitation."
Mechelle sat for a while and felt the white-bearded priest turn his head and stare at her steadily.
"What's wrong?" She looked a little confused.
"There is an unclean soul living in your body."
Mechelle's face suddenly darkened, and she said angrily: "You are not unclean, what nonsense are you talking about, you stinky old man."
After saying that, she stood up angrily, turned around and left. It was such an unlucky place.