Chapter 434: Chapter 281 Do Not Lose, Do Not Forget
Chapter 281
Chai Xuanyi’s hand tightened around the brush, and another drop of ink blood on the paper.
“My Lord?” Yuanyi, seeing his dazed expression, knew his mory was fading again and hurriedly fetched a painting from the bookshelf.
The painting had been completed by Chai Xuanyi just that morning. It depicted Li Wanping watching him with a smile.
“My Lord, this is the Lady.” Yuanyi laid out the painting and continued, “You, my Lord, painted this yourself this morning, right here. The Lady was especially happy today, and her smile was particularly enchanting.”
Chai Xuanyi’s gaze fell upon the paper, where the woman’s arched eyebrows and starry eyes, composed and radiant smile, seed to have a contagious effect on him, making him smile involuntarily. She was his closest person, soone he must never forget. Even if he could not rember anything, with confusion and fear deep in his heart, she still never left his side.
Yuanyi’s eyes were slightly moist as she looked down, “If my Lord forgets again, look at this painting.”
“You may leave now. Inform when the Lady returns.” Chai Xuanyi’s mory still lingered today, and he had not completely forgotten, so looking at the painting, he slowly pieced together that morning’s scene, feeling joy in his heart, dismissed Yuanyi, and continued studying the painting alone in the room.
After flattening the painting with a paperweight, he noticed a line of neat and elegant script at the lower left corner. Chai Xuanyi rembered that morning after he had finished the painting, his wife had written sothing on it and told him to look at it later.
But after playing a ga of chess together, Chai Xuanyi’s mory faded, and he neglected this detail.
On the paper, Li Wanping had written only nine words: “Xuanyi, never lose, never forget. Your wife, Wanping.”
Never lose, never forget…
Even for ordinary people, these are challenging feats, let alone for Chai Xuanyi, who suffered from amnesia? The intent behind Li Wanping writing this sentence was probably not to wish for a lifeti together, but rely to remind him that he once had a wife like her.
Chai Xuanyi’s slender fingers gently traced the characters, his smile deepening. He then took out a new sheet of paper, carefully copied the painting, and once done, rolled up the original and placed it in the most conspicuous spot, then called Yuanyi back in.
“Tomorrow, take this painting to be frad and hang it in the study,” Chai Xuanyi instructed.
Yuanyi responded with a thick nasal tone.
Chai Xuanyi looked up at her and noticing her swollen eyes, couldn’t help asking, “Have you been crying? What happened?”
“The slave… the slave has so family matters.” Yuanyi bowed, quickly changing the subject, “Has my Lord finished the painting?”
“Yes, co here and see. Does it resemble her?” Chai Xuanyi beckoned. He had just made so modifications based on the residual mories in his mind.
Yuanyi’s eyes reddened, and she quickly lowered her head, hastening over, though she had barely seen Lady Wanping and had mistaken Ran Yan for Lady Wanping the only ti she had seen her up close, so she really did not know if it resembled her or not, but she confidently nodded, “Yes, it looks exactly as if the Lady is about to step out of the painting.”
“Never lose, never forget…” Chai Xuanyi wrote the phrase in the sa position, imitating Li Wanping’s handwriting. Chai Xuanyi’s talent was not only in poetry but also in calligraphy, and he could easily mimic the handwriting of others.
Yuanyi turned her head away, her tears suddenly falling. How could she say that soone had just brought the body of the Lady back ho? Should she tell him that the Lady could never return?
“My Lord,” Yuanyi sobbed. Although he would always forget, seeing him or not didn’t make much of a difference, but seeing Chai Xuanyi so engrossed, she felt it would be too cruel not to let them see each other one last ti. So, she braced herself and said, “The Lady… has passed away. It happened today, and she is now lying in the mourning hall.”
The painting slipped from Chai Xuanyi’s loosening grip and fluttered to the ground.
After a mont of silence, Yuanyi heard his calm voice, with a quivering undertone, “Take to see her.”
Yuanyi, with teary, blurred eyes, glanced at Chai Xuanyi, relieved to see his composed face; after all, he was soone who would forget everything, not rembering the bond of a husband and wife ant he wouldn’t be heartbroken. Thinking she might be overthinking, Yuanyi led him to the mourning hall.
The snow outside was falling heavier, drifting down like a myriad of feathers.
The temporary mourning hall set up for Lady Wanping was simple, with no ceremonial canopies or offerings, just a cot laid out with a woman lying on it, appearing as if rely asleep, except the bloodstains on her clothes, not yet changed, were glaringly conspicuous.
Chai Xuanyi stared blankly at her, a dull pain slowly spreading in the depths of his heart.
The maid who ca in with clothes was startled by the silence in the room, standing idly by with a red garnt in her hands.
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