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EPISODE 119 IF ONLY I COULD BORROW DESTINY

"Afei, hang on for a little while..."

Jiu Fei in her arms, not replying, only gave a small moan like a gesture that she was listening to Zhao Juren.

Zhao Juren's chest rumbled, staring up at the bright shining sky, the last full moon of autumn becoming so red.

Zhao Juren mastered the science of lightening the body is quite high, the speed of moving even almost the same as running a horse.

When they arrived at the outskirts of the wisteria forest, on the slopes of Zhieshan hill.

Jiu Fei clutched Zhao Juren's chest like so much pain.

Zhao Juren stopped her steps, though,

"Can you walk slowly?" Jiu Fei opened her eyes, her draped hair looked tangled and strange.

Zhao Juren stopped her running, now staring at the woman curled up in her arms.

His hand pulled the hair that was attached to his head, tidying it up with trembling hands.

"I don't want you to look at me with a bald head.This fake hair will keep me looking like Afei."

Zhao Juren realized, Jiu Fei really did not have any more hair when she decided to enter the Sunyen temple.

His appearance now turned out to be because he attached his shaved hair first to dry animal skin and attached it to his slippery headstone, as if his hair really came back long.

Zhao Juren put her foot back even though in just a long step, her eyes could not be separated from Jiu Fei's face.

"Will you give this back to someone?" Jiu Fei's trembling hand slipped a wooden hairpick, carved a lotus flower into Zhao Juren's robe.

"To whom?"

"Consort Yi..."

Zhao Juren was momentarily stunned when the name was mentioned by Jiu Fei. His blood felt finely rustling. But his lips were tightly clenched so faintly, he was unable to ask how Jiu Fei had come to know Xiao Yi, the woman who had stolen his heart and made him willingly protect her desperately.

"Tell him.A big brother gave this back to his sister. What belongs to him shall remain his."

A faint smile rang on his lips, for a moment his mind glared at the old memories, as if it had just happened yesterday.

"If you're lonely make something up, while thinking about the person you like. If you meet one day, give it to him. Signs you always remember."

Jiu Fei said those words a long time ago, to His Highness Yan Yue as they sat on the slope plains of Yanshan Mountain, while teaching the young prince iti sculpt a twig to become a chopstick with a dragon tail at the end.

Jiu Fei really knew from the first moment he saw that hair pin on Xiao Yi's head, that Yang's hand carved it must be His Majesty.

For some reason, he seemed to feel, a hairpick with a lotus flower engraving on the end was made by His Majesty while thinking about him.

Your Majesty knows very well that Jiu Fei really likes lotus flowers that are budding.

"The shape is so strange and timid, but it is curious, what does it look like when it blooms?" that question always bothered Jiu Fei.

He realized now in his heart, His Majesty had completely forgotten about him, that was the reason why his sculpture was given to Consort Yi.

That love may have lost shape, evaporated and eroded with time, carried by the winds of dozens of seasons that have changed ceaselessly.

"I saw the Niangxi meadow in front of me, but I can't go home anymore..." Jiu Fei suddenly whispered furiously, her eyes closed, tears dripping down from between her plump eyelashes.

"Juren..."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes..."

"Did you not regret it?"

"No."

"But I regret it..." Jiu Fei's voice was almost inaudible. Zhao Juren did not reply, though her heart ached hearing that statement, for what reason Jiu Fei said it.

He cast a glance, looking straight ahead, at the expanse of silvery-purple wisteria leaves in the dark falling on the ground, under the moonlight.

"Will you say it again?" Jiu Fei placed her palm on Zhao Juren's chest. He curled up and buried his face there, while his breathing had already started to falter.

"Say what?"Zhao Juren could hardly ask anymore, she knew Jiu Fei was just trying to keep her consciousness.

"That you love me, as you said before..." The tone of the voice was racing with his one-on-one breath.

Zhao Juren did not reply, her lips became faint. A flash of Xiao Yi's face played in his eye pelup.

Time had replaced Jiu Fei's place in her heart, time had robbed her of all her heartbreak despite changing with a new heartbreak.

On his chest, there was only a faint crumpled heart, shattered in shapeless pieces.

He did not know where the love was now, and to whom it was perfectly fixed.

"I. I. don't have to say it." Zhao Juren said with a hollow feeling.

"Say..." Jiu Fei whispered, almost inaudible.

"I'm..." Zhao Juren's voice stopped, choking until her throat felt dry, she felt Jiu Fei's breath so heavy and long gushing warmly across her chest, so long and warm it pierced through her purple robe. The breath took only a moment, before Jiu Fei's hand fell drooping in the air, escaping from his chest.

Zhao Juren's tears couldn't be contained, even she couldn't hold back her choked sobs. His feet were fixated for a moment, in the kiss of those closed eyes, hoping to open again.

Jiu Fei's figure did not budge, so calm as sleep, even her lips smiled even though she was no longer alive.

Zhao Juren knew, Jiu Fei had left for good, even before she had time to listen to her last wish spoken by Zhao Juren.

"I love you, Afei.I used to love you so much..." Her tears just flowed down her red cheeks by the dried blood sticking from Jiu Fei's hands while holding her cheeks.

He may be a commander, but the tears belong to anyone.

When sad can no longer be held back, just by letting it out the feeling can be a little relieved.

The body in his arms was still warm, although it no longer moved and breathed. As he grew tighter, he wanted Jiu Fei to stay warm, even though he knew it would soon be icy cold.

"I'm sorry, Afei.I'm sorry that my whole life can never make you happy, even for a moment. "His whisper was soft, his steps that had stopped immediately swung it again, through the night that almost met dawn. The no longer feeling step continued up the Zhieshan hill under the full moonlight, towards the Sunyen temple above.

Zhao Juren did not stop stepping even though his heart wailed, he would still lead Jiu Fei to the temple that had become his last home, where he weaved a million wounds in a thousand strands of do'a.

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