There was the sound of clothes being rubbed behind her, and He Huan's body stiffened, but she did not turn around until heavy footsteps slowly approached her.
Xiao Kun held the bronze mirror in his left hand and stood behind her, looking up at her back.
Tears flowed into his mouth but he felt bitter in his heart.
"Why are you missing Hehuan?"
"Oh, Xiao Lang, I have been dead for fourteen days.
It doesn't matter how I died."
Xiao Kun's legs went weak and he couldn't help but take a step back, "Wouldn't it be better if I stayed with you the day you separated from me?"
"What's the use of talking about this now?
I have been separated from you during my lifetime, and we are just further apart after my death."
He Huan chuckled, but the laughter contained ridicule.
Although she knew that these complaints were useless now, she still couldn't help but speak out.
She laughed at herself, "Why are you still worrying about this?
After all, you just want to see him look guilty and remorseful."
Only in this way can I clearly feel that he still loves me.
"Hehuan, don't say such things.
I love you, why would I want to separate from you?"
Xiao Kun defended hurriedly as she expected, and his tone when expressing his love was extremely sincere, just like when he was a teenager.
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"Xiao Lang, don't talk about love anymore."
He Huan looked up at the broken moon, and her melodious voice sounded a bit ethereal in the dark night.
"When you left Sangxi Village five years ago, you should have expected that you and I would never be able to go back to the way we were before.
Now that I'm dead, I regret that I couldn't live a good life for myself."
"For you, I came to the capital.
I thought I could finally be by your side, but hey, things are unpredictable after all."
"Now that you have married your wife and I have died, let everything in the past be put aside after tonight."
After speaking calmly, Hehuan raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and then turned to face the man who had been choking and whom he had loved all his life.
"When I see you tonight, I just want to ask you one question."
Looking directly into his eyes, He Huan said with a faint smile on his face.
"What?"
Xiao Kun also wiped away his tears and looked at her seriously.
"Xiao Lang, you still remember what you said back then that you would not marry anyone who is not your dearest friend in this lifetime."
She smiled, but she almost read out the eight words one by one, with utmost solemnity.
Xiao Kun's body stiffened and tears flowed down again.
He almost threw himself on He Huan, hugged her legs tightly and started to cry.
"How can I forget?
Even though I didn't get married to you, you are still the only wife in my heart.
I failed you.
I failed you."
After he won the first prize in the examination, he immediately sent people to rush back to Sangxi Village to welcome Hehuan, but half a month later Feige brought him the news that she had been missing for three years.
He was anxious but helpless, and finally gave up.
At this time, an extremely gentle woman appeared in front of him.
When she smiled softly at him, she was like the beautiful girl under the acacia tree.
Therefore, not long after, he made a marriage agreement with the prime minister's daughter.
Half a month later, there was a rumor in the capital that there was an oiran named "Hehuan" from the Red Sleeve Tower.
Because of this familiar name, he went to watch her first performance on stage.
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Naturally, he recognized her at first sight.
But at the same time, what was imprinted on his mind was the gentle smiling face of the prime minister's daughter and the prime minister's words promising that he would be absolutely successful in his official career.
In just a moment, he made a decision.
Because she didn't seem to have suffered anything bad on the stage, and her singing voice was as sweet as before.
He thought that since she was safe now, it wouldn't be too late to pick her up when his affairs were settled.
It's just that it's better not to recognize each other now, so as not to cause trouble.
But what he didn't expect was that something would happen in Hehuan before he could succeed in officialdom.
He once secretly visited her, and after knowing that her life was safe, he felt at ease again.
He just asked the madam to take good care of her, and gave her enough money so that she would no longer force Hehuan to do the work of picking up guests.
It wasn't until he successfully married the prime minister's daughter that he actually appeared in front of Hehuan.
He thought she would be happy, but who knew, she said to him coldly, Master, you have recognized the wrong person.
It was only after he felt heartache for the first time with her words that he realized that he had done something wrong.
After returning home and thinking seriously for a few days, he finally made up his mind to make Hehuan forgive him.
He loved her, and this was the only thing he said to himself that he had never lied to her.
But she rejected him again.
This never occurred to him, and he was sad for several days.
How did he know that they would be separated by life and death when they meet again?
Holding Hehuan's legs, he cried more and more sadly: "Hehuan, I can't help you, please take me with you.
When I left Sangxi Village and came out to take the first prize, I just wanted to be worthy of you.
Now you are no longer here."
What else am I doing alive?”
He Huan shuddered, and the tears that had dried up flowed out of her eyes again.
She used her strength to kick Xiao Kun to the ground, then lowered her body and sat on his waist, crying crazily and beating his chest, fanning his cheeks hard, and pulling his hair.
It seems that I want to vent all the pain of the past few years at this moment.
"Stupid stupid stupid" She had many things she wanted to scold him for, such as why you didn't tell me this way before.
Since you took the No. 1 exam to match me, why did you marry another woman?
What I love is your person, not your identity.
Don't you know?
But even if she was extremely sad, she could only cry and say these two words at this time.
Xiao Kun below did not dodge, his cheeks were beaten purple and blue, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.
He did not say a word, but looked at her sad face with tears in his eyes, his eyes full of sadness.
When Hehuan finally got tired of crying and beating, Xiao Kun hugged her cold body tightly.
"Hehuan, my Hehuan, don't leave me" Hehuan lay quietly on his chest, listening to his sobs and murmurings, feeling his body temperature, and finally experienced the taste of happiness again in the past five years.
She smiled.
This smile was the happiest in five years, but she didn't know that her body had slowly begun to become transparent.
Xiao Kun's eyes widened in horror.
He touched her hand that was gradually becoming transparent on his chest, and penetrated it without any hindrance.
"What's going on?
Hehuan, what's wrong with you?"
Raising his palms, Hehuan raised his eyes to look at the other two people under the laurel tree.
He was slightly startled when he saw Nuan Yang covering his mouth with tears streaming down his face; then he looked at Jiusi, who also looked at him with regret.
While looking at herself, she smiled softly.
"Xiao Lang, my time has come."
As she spoke, her body was rapidly becoming transparent.
"Don't leave me if you don't agree."
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Xiao Kun tightened his arms holding her, but after saying that, she only had a smile on her face.
Xiao Kun raised his hand and touched her face.
The scar was cold but soft to the touch.
She smiled, but he cried loudly.
"No, you can't leave, you can't leave, you can't leave."
She wanted to brush away the tears on his face, but when she raised her hand, she remembered that her entire body was already transparent, so how could she touch him.
She said the last words with a helpless smile, and her face finally disappeared from Xiao Kun's sight.
No matter how crazy he roared, she would never appear again.
There was silence between heaven and earth, only her voice seemed to be still floating in the wind, ringing in his bleeding heart. she said Xiao Lang, don’t come to me again in the rest of your lives
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