Chapter 674: Chapter 674: The Abyss’s Flight_1
Qin Sisi watched as Luo Wei’s expression softened to a calm, a deep chill erged within her heart. Such love was too cruel, too mad, she couldn’t comprehend or accept it.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Sisi asked gravely, "Is this why you killed him?"
Luo Wei lifted her head to look at Qin Sisi, her eyes as still as an ancient well. Recalling that scene even now, she felt nothing but excitent and joy. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong.
"So, is this reason not good enough? Perfectly flawless, it’s the best possible conclusion to the story," Luo Wei’s serene voice echoed in the empty gallery, as if recounting an ordinary event.
Qin Sisi shook her head and enounced, "This ending is not good. The best ending is where a prince and a princess live happily together until they eventually et their end. But in your story, the prince has already left the stage."
"No," Luo Wei responded imdiately, "He hasn’t left. He’s in my heart, forever. That’s why I have him accompany
every night, just like when he was alive."
Qin Sisi’s voice rose slightly, "But he’s not your personal possession, he’s a person with his own thoughts and feelings. Did you even ask for his opinion on this?"
Luo Wei hesitated for a mont, but soon replied with conviction. "Of course, he would’ve agreed. He said he’d always love
and support
no matter what I did."
Qin Sisi looked deeply into Luo Wei’s eyes and said calmly, "Is that so? If you were so confident then why didn’t you ask him before you killed him?"
Silenced by her words, Luo Wei realized she had only been deceiving herself.
"You should know well that he wouldn’t have agreed, right?" Qin Sisi continued.
Luo Wei’s composure was shaken again. She had to admit that Qin Sisi was right. If Han Zhenjiang had known she wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t have consented, he might have even left her at once.
Everything was just a beautiful mirage she had woven for herself. After so long she had begun to believe it was real, but now soone was here to show her that it was all just her own wishful thinking.
With a clear voice, Qin Sisi asked, "Now for my last question: Do you love Han Zhenjiang, or do you love this statue?"
Luo Wei lifted her head, looking lost, before replying, "Is there a difference? He is the sculpture, the sculpture is him."
A furrow appeared between Qin Sisi’s brows. Indeed, this question seed a little philosophical.
After a mont of thought, she asked again, "Would you still love Han Zhenjiang forever if he hadn’t been turned into a sculpture? Even if he would age and beco too old to even run?"
Luo Wei was stunned. Had Han Zhenjiang not been made a sculpture, he would have certainly aged, his figure hunched, hair turned white, his face covered in wrinkles.
When that ti ca, would she still love him when he had lost the youth and physique that had first attracted her?
"I... I don’t know," Luo Wei managed to squeeze these words out.
She truly didn’t know. Logically, she should love him. But as an artist, shouldn’t an artist only love beautiful things?
Her answer disheartened Han Zhenjiang who stood nearby, his eyes closing in disappointnt. So, she only loved his youth and physique, not him as a person. No wonder, she had the heart to kill him.
Qin Sisi sighed and questioned, "Luo Wei, taking his life could have been enough. But why did you also trap his soul with a red cord, preventing him from reincarnating?"
Heart filled with despair, Luo Wei replied chanically without wishing to argue with this stranger anymore, "I didn’t want just his youthful body, but also his soul to be with
forever. His body and soul belong to only ."
At last, Han Zhenjiang looked at Luo Wei with a trace of resentnt. He finally recognized Luo Wei’s selfishness and cruelty.
Qin Sisi stated her view in a clear, low voice, "You didn’t really love him. You only loved yourself."
Luo Wei’s expression remained unchanged. She clung tightly to the sculpture made from Han Zhenjiang’s remains, pressing her cheek against it, as if feeling the warmth he once radiated.
On turning her head, she saw the shattered glass of a window and her eyes lit up suddenly.
"Ah Jiang, I love you, I believe you love
too. We will never be apart again."
Murmuring those words, Luo Wei suddenly stood up holding the remains of the sculpture, and ran towards the empty window at a rapid pace.
Before Qin Sisi could react, the figure in the white nightdress had already leapt from the window, plumting from the fiftieth floor into the dark abyss like a moth towards a fla.
"Little Wei!" Han Zhenjiang cried out in shock, darting over to the window. Luo Wei’s figure had already turned into a small white dot.
After what seed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, a deafening crash echoed from the depths of the darkness below.
Qin Sisi’s gaze landed on the sculpture nad "Fei Xiang". The young girl in the white dress was about to fall from the high windowsill. Probably a long ti ago, Luo Wei had already foreseen her end.
All the sculptures here revolved around Luo Wei, except for "My Love" which represented Han Zhenjiang.
The maddened young girl in the sculpture nad "Soul" mirrored Luo Wei’s spirit. She had known about her derangent and accepted that others may perceive her as mad.
Han Zhenjiang’s eyes welled up. The woman who had once loved him and taken his life rendered his feelings indescribably complex.
After hesitating for a mont, he too leaped out, drifting down.
As Qin Sisi was about to summon the Wings of Rainbow, Ye You said, "Let
do it!"
He then drew a silver sphere in the air with his claw and, carrying Qin Sisi, took off from the window to follow them down.
On the solid ground below, Luo Wei was already reduced to a bloody pulp. Han Zhenjiang stood adjacent, gaping at the horrific sight where the emotions on his face mirrored those of Luo Wei when she first saw the shattered sculpture.
The well-preserved sculpture was also now in pieces. The material of the sculpture mixed with Han Zhenjiang’s skeletal remains were strewn everywhere, ssily mixed with Luo Wei’s remains. Their bodies intermingled in death.
One wonders whether they will be buried together. If so, that would at least fulfill a part of Luo Wei’s wish — to never part again.
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