665: Chapter 645: I’m Afraid I’ll Get Addicted 665: Chapter 645: I’m Afraid I’ll Get Addicted The moon was bright overhead, and though only a few sparse stars hung in the sky, the night in the Capital City still held its beauty.
On the open rooftop, Tangyu and Huangfu Jing sat there, gazing at the sky, the night, and occasionally each other.
Tangyu was set to return to Donglin City tomorrow, and after this parting, it was uncertain when they would reunite.
Partings are always sentintal, especially for a man and woman who have sparked love for one another.
Even though neither had said much, they could both clearly feel the longing in each other’s hearts.
“Will you co to Donglin City again?” Tangyu asked.
Huangfu Jing let out a quiet sigh, “I don’t know.
I might, or I might not.
Tired and weary, I don’t want to be a big star anymore.
It was originally just a hobby, a passion, but I’ve slowly realized that once you’re on this path, the nature of it changes.
Maybe, after I finish ‘The Song I Wrote for You’, I’ll stop writing songs entirely, no more new releases.
Singing was only my initial interest, not ant to be my life’s pursuit.
I don’t need a life constantly in the lilight, amidst flowers and applause.”
Tangyu smiled, “What matters most in life is happiness, don’t burden yourself with too much.
If you don’t like it, then don’t be a big star anymore.
Being an ordinary person is actually quite nice.”
“Yes, being an ordinary person is quite nice.
But so people are born extraordinary, and no matter how hard you try to change, can you really do it?
There are so things you can abandon, but others you can’t,” Huangfu Jing said.
Tangyu pursed his lips, not wanting to ponder such profound questions.
He believed that following one’s heart was best.
Yet he couldn’t help but smile wryly at the thought that if only everything could be decided by himself, that would be wonderful.
At the very least, it was not as though his master had not kicked him all the way to Donglin City to contend with the Yin dical Sect.
Life, indeed, had too many do’s and don’ts, and so things were simply beyond one’s control.
Who could truly rise above it all and live a carefree life?
If you partake in the joys and sorrows of this world, you’re destined to be troubled by its mundane distractions, and no one can escape them.
“Why don’t you co back with to Donglin City?” Tangyu suggested.
Huangfu Jing looked at Tangyu, how much she wanted to nod and agree, but she couldn’t; all she could do was shake her head, “Even if I want an ordinary life, it would still be in the Capital City.
Donglin City is not where I should go.
There is no place for there.
Even if I went to Donglin City, what then?
Do you want to be your mistress?
Lover?
Or ‘the other woman’?”
Tangyu was suddenly at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.
Could he really admit he wanted multiple wives and concubines like ancient n?
Tangyu wanted to say yes, but could he really say such a thing to Huangfu Jing?
Could the noble Huangfu Family princess and gastar endure such a suggestion?
Both fell silent, which must be one of the most painful things in this human world—two people clearly in love with each other, even close to each other, yet separated by an insurmountable chasm.
A teor shower streaked across the sky, and they both watched, the beautiful mont fleeting, disappearing before they could even wish upon it.
After staring at Huangfu Jing for a good while, Tangyu felt a sudden impulse, “Jing, may I hold you?”
When Huangfu Jing heard the na ‘Jing’, which no one had ever used before, her heart stirred, looking at Tangyu, at that mont her heart really lted.
She truly wanted to throw everything to the wind and cling tightly to Tangyu, to indulge in the luxury of being loved.
It was sothing she had never felt before, always a longing at distance, but even now within reach, it still remained just that—a longing.
She didn’t dare to think about it, let alone touch upon it.
She had never before been so conflicted, so heartbroken, so utterly distraught.
She wanted to, she truly wanted to—
But Huangfu Jing still shook her head, “No.”
Hearing this answer, Tangyu obviously felt a bit disappointed.
He really wanted to embrace Huangfu Jing, even if they couldn’t end up together in the end, at least they could leave behind a beautiful mory, “Just a hug, just a hug.
I’ll be going back to Donglin tomorrow, and perhaps we won’t have the chance to see each other again.
A hug, maybe it could be our most beautiful mory for life?”
Huangfu Jing bit her lips tightly, keeping her mouth firmly shut, fearing she might nod in agreent.
At this mont, she felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
Since she had beco sensible, she had never shed tears.
Neither joy nor sorrow, her life had been like an endless plain without any peaks or troughs.
But now, she really wanted to cry, her nose tingling and her eyes already glistening.
She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t, she could only hold it in.
Her heart ached, as if it were being pierced viciously by an awl, a pain she had never felt before.
Is this love?
Have I truly fallen deeply in love with Tangyu?
If this is really love, then why is fate so unfair to ?
This feeling of being wronged made Huangfu Jing truly want to cry.
Right now, she really wanted to throw herself into Tangyu’s arms and cry her heart out.
A love that hadn’t even started, was it really going to wither and die?
Did she not even have the courage to speak it out loud?
But even if she did speak out, what would it change?
It would only add to the sadness of both parties.
So things, even if known, remain beautiful as long as that last layer of paper is not pierced.
“I’m afraid I’ll get addicted,” Huangfu Jing said through bitten lips.
Tangyu felt a pang in his heart, and he pulled Huangfu Jing into his arms, embracing her tightly without allowing her to resist.
Huangfu Jing’s body went stiff, but soon both hearts were lted by the heat of the embrace, elevating.
The night was silent and beautiful, but the evening breeze brought a touch of desolation, the silver moonlight writing stories of heartache.
The sorrowful ambiance moved the listener to tears, dramatic yet unpretentious.
A single tear escaped from Huangfu Jing’s eyes, quietly sliding down her cheek.
Like the dew nourishing a seed of love, it slowly sprouted, and perhaps one day, it would grow into a towering tree, offering a vast shade.
The night, beautiful in its lancholy, intoxicated the lone soul.
“Let hold you a bit longer, just hold you,” Tangyu’s voice seed to carry a hint of longing.
Huangfu Jing’s mouth opened as she tried hard to make a sound, but it ca out so feeble.
She wanted to push Tangyu away but no longer had the strength, how could a lting heart resist?
“Sing a song for ,” Tangyu asked again.
“I didn’t get to hear it this afternoon.”
Huangfu Jing nodded, “Okay, ‘The Song I Wrote for You’, from now on, I will sing it only for you.”
The lodious voice began to rise, like the spirits of the night, ringing loud across the sky.
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