Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episodes 162.
''Not staring, but being seen.
Not moving keep moving.
In the light, the shadow still looks bright, in the heart also feels warm. Isn't that so, your majesty?.'' Ziaruo asked Jing.
The woman muttered the words she now had, as a question for her husband.
Hearing that, Jing smiled as she tightened her embrace.
Jing placed Ziaruo on top of his lap, with his body turned back to the man.
He understood what Empress Yun said.
''You are right, even with a distance of hundreds of thousands, as well as separated as far as tens of continents, as long as they have affection.The two will still be able to look at each other, with the heart and longing they have.'' Jing replied, pressing down on Ziaruo's head slowly, with the tip of his lower chin.
''However, I do not want to be silent and unmoving, when a longing rumbles, and only my dreams greet you.
I don't want to, just look at you from behind my thoughts and memories.''
''Yun...''
''I want forever to be like now, moving my hands, mind, and heart together, to hold you.'' Jing continued again.
He said everything in deep speech, and in gentle motion, rubbing the woman's hand, which he had stacked upon.
As if, there was nothing else in his mind right now, other than the Empress.
However, in reality, Jing was pressing down strongly, a huge fear.
Fear of losing his beloved wife.
anxiety, over what he had known a few days ago, from Emperor Murongxu.
''Maybe the old general is much luckier than me.'' Jing said inwardly.
Jing closed his eyes slowly, permeating the pain of the bloodless wound, as well as the anxiety in his heart.
He wants to eliminate all the rampages in the mind, which can never be relieved.
''Heeeeh....'' The man breathed.
''Although they (general and wife) lost their two children, although they suffered from fraud and injustice, they supported each other and remained united, in the long years of life.'' Jing continued again, still in his own mind.
And clearly, Ziaruo knew of the thought, in his heart he felt guilty about the sadness felt by Jing.
''Forgive me Jing...'' Unknowingly, Ziaruo said the request in a soft voice.
Hearing those words, Jing was stunned for a moment, she flipped over Ziaruo's body, which looked down and wistfully.
Carrying that face, right towards his face.
''Yun..Tell me, why are you apologizing?.'' Jing asked, with probing eyes.
The man wanted to make sure what he was thinking.
And if possible, Jing hoped that what she was thinking right now was wrong.
''Your Highness...'' Call Ziaruo with a fixed look in the eyes of the husband.
A gaze as approval, upon the question in Jing's silence.
The question that the woman knew, or rather could understand the thoughts of others, especially Jing's current thoughts.
''It can't be wrong, you.you ..do you really can do that.'' Ask Jing again.
This time, the question slid clear from the lips of the husband.
Not just thoughts, and presumptions that are stored in silence.
''You're right, your majesty, even I can see what other people think, within a distance of a few snores.'' Ziaruo replied slowly.
The woman, moving slowly from her husband's lap, shifted her body and sat on the bed.
Although, she got down from her husband's spoiled contest, yet she remained right in front of the man.
Hearing that, Jing's heart raged, pounding as well as rumbling violently. It was as if many things were wrestling there, squeezing a lump of flesh inside the chest of his field.
Since long ago he wanted to know, anything about Ziaruo.
However, for some reason, now his body was trembling, his ears seemed to refuse, with what he would hear.
A possible truth, he had partially learned from his love rival Murongxu, a few days ago.
''Yun..ja...'' Jing wanted to say, that he didn't want to hear anything at this moment.
But his words were cut off. He saw Ziaruo punching some parts of his body with a very fast movement.
So, it makes him unable to move at all.
''I'm sorry....''
''Maybe it's time you found out, the whole thing about what and who this woman is.'' Ziaruo said again.
The woman, sitting on the bed with her body facing her husband.
Slowly he moved his hand, touching Jing's cheek gently.
Whatever you hear later, remember that your Yun, is this woman.
And whoever he was in life, it won't change any status between us now.
And you have to understand that, on top of every memory I have, as long as your majesty still wants us together, this woman for the rest of her life, will only be your empress.
Ziaruo was silent for a moment, as well as let out a long sigh. In fact, he also closed his brown eyes.
Jing looked at everything, carefully.
The expression, as if saying that many things are heavy, and painful to tell.
''If you can't say everything, forget Yun...I just want you, you're my queen, be it who and what you were in the past, won't change anything.'' Speak in Jing's silence.
''For this world, Ziaruo, the widow of Yun is a woman of kara and no origin, from the Western forest.
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Ziaruo began his story, from the beginning he came to this world now, met with Yongyu, Murongyu, Jiang jingwei, Murongxu, even he also said about himself who lost his memory, as well as the cause of the incident.
The woman also explained about her abilities, reading other people's minds, cultivation, martial skills and magic presenting objects from the void, with the help of a tattoo on her hand.
In fact, Ziaruo also displayed a small flower petal, which was drawn from the tattoo on his left hand at that time, as proof of his words.
He decided, to be an open image, in front of the husband at this time, with nothing to cover, or in other words, he would say anything, that the man wanted to know.
Jing listened, and watched everything closely, unable to comment, or question anything.
Only his concentrated eye bead alone, which gave a reaction. For a moment round, alternating wistfully, sparkling, and for a moment then rounding back.
Ziaruo understood, what the husband wanted to say. However, he pretended not to notice, and continued the story of his life.
Just wanted to say everything, without covering anything up again.
Now he wanted to be honest, regardless of his fear, would hurt the man in front of him at this moment.
Ziaruo also knew, in between listening to her words, Jing was concentrating her energy deeply, to free the tootokan on her body.
''Whatever and whoever this woman was, she was the consort of the present-day state of Zing, the wife of Jiang jing wei.''
''Yyuuun...'' Call Jing, with a tinge of difficulty.
The man was still unable to get affected from the totokan, but he was able to speak, although still with stammering.
''Yyuuun..le.pas.kan.to.tok.totok.tok.ini.'' Jing said again.
The man, looking fixedly at Ziaruo, was hopeful.
While being stared at, as if ignoring, and even returning to continue the greeting.
''Maybe if he was born not because of a punishment, or if he has no memory of his previous life. And so, in the whole life that this woman has now, you are the only man.'' Ziaruo litte.