Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 209's. Same suffering.
The room was quiet, without conversation.
Until, the entire contents of the first jar was exhausted in the pour, then Jing began to open his voice.
''She suffered a lot with me.'' Said slowly.
From that tone, it clearly sounded a helplessness.
Even with a flat face, Jing was no longer able to hide about the bitterness of the heart.
The man did not want to try, or try.
Going into therapy, he knew clearly that whatever when it came to Ziaruo, Jing would certainly do her best.
And this time, everything was different.
Ziaruo had arrived at such an extremely alarming stage.
Jing realized all the ugliness now, was the best choice of the best for all.
And because of this understanding of hers, Jing was angry at the woman, and much more angry at herself.
Why he as a man, who even with his status, as well as his ability to exceed others, cannot do anything for his woman.
Jing was devastated with pain, as well as anger.
He is increasingly burdened with anger, with an understanding of the ugliness of his limitations.
In his life until now, only this time Jing felt helpless, and had to give up losing.
Wuhan heard those words, as he was gulping down wine.
Reflexively, there was a slight tug on the tip of Wuhan's eye when it heard him.
In fact, for a moment the lips stopped touching the edge of the wine pottery glass, which he lifted up.
However, no matter what the man thought, he just kept quiet and poured back the wine, and spent it in one gulp.
''Gleeek....''
''Claaakkk.''
The sound of the Wuhan glass clashing, which was a bit loud put on the table.
Wuhan's right hand was still holding the glass, and his left hand was clutching a slightly stronger second urn.
It was as if he wanted to find something, as an outlet for the condition of his heart.
''But, His Majesty is also suffering.'' Wuhan is slow.
''You both suffer.'' And again, in the same vein.
The Wuhan man stared blankly at the urn in his left hand. There was a look of sadness on that face, when he said it.
With Wuhan's admiration for Empress Yun, she never expected to be with him.
He hoped, only good for a pair of masters, which is now his place of service.
There was not the slightest desire to stand up, and look for the gap between the two.
In fact, Wuhan will be happy with happiness, togetherness, and glory among them.
However, seeing the story journey between empress Yun and the current emperor Jiang jing wei, Wuhan was unable to avoid grief.
The woman whom he considered to have an advantage in the goodness of the various sides, in fact still went through a time of suffering, despite having been joined by the strongest ruler in the four empires.
His heart rebelled in dissatisfaction. He was also disappointed with the situation they were facing.
And that, immediately broke Wuhan's view, of the notion that good people will always receive good anyway.
However, what and who he is to allow his little heart to complain.
And to whom Wuhan will protest, over the way of life of others.
Although he only gave a little defense for the woman before Emperor Jing, he was not worthy.
How could he possibly protest to the gods?.
Then, why bother to open your mouth, and make a voice to call out the heart?.
Wuhan is still clearly aware that she is only a lowly people, who happen to be a success behind the name, as well as Jing's generosity.
Wuhan is silent.
Especially when his words were not echoed by Jing.
He was immersed in his own thoughts that no one else wanted to know, especially the man in front of him at this time.
Wuhan had no idea why emperor Jing, pretending to be angry with Ziaruo.
In fact, creating a huge misunderstanding between them?.
Shouldn't it be that in between times that are thinning, they should just enjoy it well?.
The mind of Wuhan can not understand anything, nor dare to argue.
He only accompanied the man there to spend wine, until the last jar was empty.
Wuhan is a man with a high tolerance for alcohol.
And for the three urns that were shared with Jing, it was not something that could drop the man's resilience.
But it was different for Jing. With many thoughts, he had missed his breakfast as well as his lunch hour.
In fact, the emperor also did not touch the dinner, which was held there.
Under such conditions, Jing's body drooped under the influence of rice wine, which Wuhan carried.
Witnessing the employer's condition, Wuhan helped Jing's body to walk and lie on the bed.
Wuhan's sharp eyes softened, as it stared at Jing's calm face, on the bed.
And with no meaning whatsoever, Wuhan's lips groaned. ''Why do you have to waste time with this silliness?, he also suffered just like you.''
Wuhan got out of there, and closed the door slowly, after muttering those words.
He darted in search of the most comfortable place for himself, to relax the body.
Of course, he would still choose a place around the area where the master lived.
With his status as the right-hand man of the emperor, he really did not have to do that.
However, a habit to keep Jing who had ingrained in her body, Wuhan chose to accompany her from the safest distance.
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Meanwhile, after the death of Wuhan from the emperor's office, the body on the bed began to move slowly.
That dashing figure, tilted his body and hugged himself with both hands.
From the two clear springs pouring profusely, the broad shoulders also move continuously with a whim, as well as the sobs that are restrained.
Jiang jing wei cried bitterly, in her solitude.
His cold heart for some people, now feel great pain.
He could no longer endure the pain of the heart, and could not stem the tears, which never flowed, despite being betrayed by the mother.
Jing was completely destroyed at this moment.
His body curled up more, with both hands, which grew tighter and tighter on both shoulders.
Leave a deep heartache, as well as a soft sobbing that colors the silence of the night, in the corner of his workspace.
Wuhan who happened to choose to move on guard on the roof, heard it clearly.
The man patted his chest twice and looked up at the sky.
Up there, the grandeur is glazed majesty. Presents the beauty of the vast night sky, with flickering stars scattered.
It was as if the god was displaying a side of power, and asserting its power, with many wills that no one could understand and prevent.
No regrets, disappointments, emptiness, happiness, and suffering.
Only flow, according to the storyline that has been written and can not be replaced and changed by anyone.
There is also no exception, for a broken heart, as well as suffering under the splendor of the present night.
Keep flowing, and walk like what has been laid out in each line.
To live, receive and strive.
That's all, all they can do, the owner of the destiny line that has been devised.
Wuhan can only remain silent and still be quiet.
Ears trained since he was a boy, still hearing sobs from under the roof.
His heart rumbled, over the many mixed flavors.
In a soft voice, he mumbled softly. ''Is this still not enough God?.''
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