Lost
Duan Chengzhang was stunned by Duan Xu’s words. One stood under the eaves, the other knelt in the snow, separated by the swirling snowflakes, as if separated by an insurmountable chasm.
In truth, they looked very much alike, and their stubborn refusal to yield was also similar. Bound by the ties of blood, the two ends of the chasm were inexplicably linked together.
Duan Chengzhang felt anger and sorrow welling up inside him, and he could only say, “You stay kneeling here until I permit you to get up!”
Snow fell on Duan Xu’s eyelashes. He blinked, then smiled gently.
The sunlight dimmed little by little, the wind grew colder, and the snowflakes fluttered between heaven and earth, landing on Duan Xu’s hair, shoulders, and sleeves, gradually covering him in a thin layer of snow. His plexion grew paler, his gaze fixed far away.
Duan Chengzhang sat inside the house, staring at Duan Xu with a grim expression, as if waiting for him to say something—apologize, confess, or plead for mercy.
But Duan Xu said nothing. He didn’t even look at Duan Chengzhang; his gaze was fixed on a plum tree in the courtyard. The plum blossoms on the tree bloomed early, a few touches of red against the branches, the flowers carrying traces of snow, cold yet enchanting.
As dusk approached and the snow danced in the air, half plum blossoms and half willow catkins.
“He Simu…”
He murmured softly, his eyes gradually closing, his body tilting to one side.
Amid the gasps of the people in the courtyard, he fell onto someone’s shoulder. This person’s body was cold, brushing away the snow that fell on him, then reaching out to embrace him.
He closed his eyes, murmuring softly on her shoulder, “Simu, I’m so tired.”
He Simu stood up, holding his shoulder. Duan Chengzhang reacted, both shocked and afraid. “Who are you?” he asked.
He Simu looked up at Duan Chengzhang, pondered for a moment, and said calmly, “I am the Ghost King.”
Her face was pale, her neck showing veins that were bruised purple. Appearing out of nowhere in the courtyard in broad daylight, she indeed didn’t seem like a living person.
Hearing He Simu’s words, Duan Chengzhang was even more astonished. “Release Xu’er! He is my son!”
“Your son?” He Simu smiled. Suddenly, she placed her hand on Duan Xu’s neck and said, “Otherwise, I’ll strangle him now. Once he bees a ghost, he won’t be your son anymore.”
Duan Chengzhang, fearing she might really act, stepped forward urgently. “Don’t hurt him!” he exclaimed.
He Simu’s hand released from Duan Xu’s neck, then she lifted his chin and kissed his lips directly.
The courtyard erupted in astonishment. Duan Jingyuan, who had just arrived, froze in place, covering her mouth, her heart almost stopping in shock.
It was a deep kiss. Duan Xu closed his eyes and obediently parted his lips to accept He Simu, their tongues entwining, and he even raised his hand to gently hold her arm. They exchanged this lingering kiss in the courtyard. When they separated, Duan Xu’s breath was somewhat hurried, and he still kept his eyes closed, leaning against He Simu’s shoulder.
He Simu turned her face towards the speechless Duan Chengzhang and calmly said, “Understand now? I won’t hurt him. Duan Xu’s health is very poor right now. If you insist on having him kneel in the snow, it seems to me that you’re the one hurting him. If you truly care about him, don’t let your pride get in the way and put on a show.”
**Nomad: Why explain with words when you can do so with actions (,,>﹏
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