Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 115 Sulked.

The wise man once said, we can make a picture of a world, determine how wide the ocean, even able to explore space. However, it will never be able to measure the depth of a heart.

And Jiang jing wei understood that, the man with firmness in his every decision so far, felt as if he had been cheated.

Jing felt disappointed by what Ziaruo had done.

From the beginning of the marriage they had promised to be open to each other, and not to hide anything from each other.

However, knowing the fact that Ziaruo hid the limitations of his current time, made the man feel betrayed.

Since his conversation with Murongxu this morning, he had been quiet in the room, thinking what he should do in front of him.

Should he be angry with the empress?, should he ask?, or does he pretend to know nothing?.

It is clear that he cannot be separated from the woman.

''Do I have to start taking some distance from him?, or do I start to open my heart to others?, I will definitely be crushed upon his departure?.'' Mumbled in silence.

''Yun..what should I do?, should I start learning without you?.'' Speak softly to the man with eyes that begin to look glassy.

''Kriieeet...'' The sound of the door opening from outside.

A woman with light, calm steps entered the room.

The woman, who was none other than Ziaruo, was standing right beside the bed staring at the figure of a man, who was now lying with his body tilted back to him.

There was an indecipherable look on her beautiful face. '' Heeh....''

He let out a long sigh for a moment, before sitting his body beside the bed.

Ziaruo knew that the husband was now angry with him, or rather the man was sulking.

For she knew what had happened, and the cause of her husband's emperor was so.

While on his way to Nancang, Ziaruo opened the moon water mirror and found out, what happened at the inn just a moment ago.

She saw a clear picture of sadness, as Jing stepped out of Murongxu's room, but she also saw the husband's vulgarity as he was roughing Murongxu.

Ziaruo understood and knew the answer, to the sudden pain in his heart.

However, the body he used, was part of Murongxu's (magic) power, and if anything happened to him, it did not rule out his mortal body, which would now also disappear.

''Heee...'' Again Ziaruo let out a long sigh, there was a mixed feeling in his gaze for that back.

However he brushed aside, behind the selfishness and careless actions of Murongxu, everything he did for himself.

And however she was her husband in the eternal life she had, however disappointed she was, Murongxu was still the Emperor of the Clouds and she was the Empress.

So also with the body on the bed which is also her husband in this life.

Although, at first he married was to fulfill the destiny that was in his hands, or in other words, married not because of a desire for love.

Even Ziaruo did it as a perfecting of her punishment (one of the tests of the heavens/god), she realized there was comfort, as well as the sincerity of affection from her husband Jing.

''What should I do to a god?, if I were an ordinary man, without any of my former privileges and memories, then surely I would love him with this whole life.'' Mumbled wailing.

Ziaruo muttered softly, while sitting his body beside the bed, gently rubbing Jiang jing wei's hair.

''Thank you for loving me, thank you.'' Ziaruo continued back still with a voice that was still soft.

The woman, standing from her seat. Walk around the room to wash his feet and hands.

However, when he felt the coolness of the water, he washed his beautiful face several times, before returning to the bed.

Tucked down beside her husband, the woman tilted her body, and hugged Jing's dashing body from behind.

There was an incisive warmth from the husband, as if an opium he had not found for a long time.

Hearing the words from his wife, Emperor Jing, who was only pretending to be asleep, quickly turned his body back and hugged Ziaruo tightly.

In his heart at this moment, it was as if it was only filled with happiness.

Even the anger scenario, as well as the line-up of questions he devised, now disappeared somewhere.

''Yun.Don't leave me, don't be cruel to me.'' Lirih.

Hearing those words, Ziaruo looked at his front face, with a nanar on his brown eyes.

In a soft voice he answered. '' Even if we were together, it turns out that I still hurt your heart Your Majesty.''

The beautiful face seemed to turn into a thick cloud, with rain water suspended in it.

Seeing that, Jing felt guilty for what she did.

But there is great concern in the heart.

With the tone of voice still the same, jing asked again. ''Is it true that the time here lives as good as?, is our togetherness will end soon?, Yun...do not go that fast..or at least wait until I hate you.''

Emperor Jiang jing wei, as if instilling destruction in his own heart, while the word slid from his lips.

There is a discrepancy in every word, but there is more clarity about powerlessness.

''Yun..is everything true?.'' Ask the man again.

''How many doses of time and time for an affection of His Majesty?.'' Ziaruo replied, rubbing gently, the husband's lips with his finger.

''Even someone has been through tens of thousands of years together, sometimes it still feels foreign and does not understand each other.'' Ziaruo. This time he kissed softly the lips in front of him with tenderness.

Jiang jing wei, realizing things were not as simple as Murongxu said, and she intended to find out everything, but not now.

Because at this time, he wanted to embrace the body of the wife, to bring her to the depths of happiness, which would only belong to the two of them.

''Yuuun.'' He said softly, interrupted by ha*rat, on ken*km*tan love, as well as a honey romance.

Meanwhile, at the end of the room on the lower floor of the pavilion, in a voice filled with anger, a man loudly cursed Emperor Jing.

In fact, it could also be heard a bad remark on Ziaruo. Yongyu who happened to be not far from there, heard clearly.

With great anger he entered, meeting a man who was none other than Murongxu, and with a rather high tone of voice he said. ''Have you lost your mind?, why is there nothing good from your mouth.''

Seeing the man there, Murongxu looked at him cynically and replied. ''What's your problem, everything has nothing to do with you?.''

Yongyu looked annoyed at the answer. But he did not want to stay there long.

With a still flat look he said again. ''I will never, ever, do bad things to him like you did.''

Yongyu's words were more directed towards his memory, while inside the moon water mirror. About the girl named Ziayun, who suffered, as a result of Haoyan and Zhanglei's actions.

The two people who loved Ziayun the most, but also the cause of her suffering.

Both of them made up their minds over Ziayun's life, without her knowledge and permission.

Even the two destroyed the entire life of the clan, who overshadowed and protected the girl a long time ago. Buried his identity as a descendant as well as successor of the most illustrious moon clan.

Yongyu always remembered the incident, regretting the decision of the two men's decision (Haoyan and Zhanglei).

To Yongyu, both of them were just as inappropriate for Ziayun.

With great frustration, Yongyu walked out of the room.

Leaving another man, in a state not much different from a useless body. His right hand and both legs were still bandaged, and there were patches of blood seeping from inside the bandage.

'' Even I Murongxu have a day like this, Ruoer you are cruel, you cruel woman.Why do you do this, however you will still belong to me...'' He said with disappointment to the glare of his sharp eyes.