Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 229's. Easy to say difficult to do.
Hearing the question, Murong regained his senses from the daydream and smiled towards Ziaruo.
''Actually this guy has finished his breakfast since then, you guys just continue. Don't feel awkward.''
''I'm here because I saw you from afar, not for breakfast.'' The link in mind.
And of course, it remained buried in silence, it would not escape Murongyu's lips.
Hearing the reply with that casual tone, Ziaruo turned to him for a moment and spoke again. ''Thank you.''
The woman is so, she will be much more comfortable when people around her provide comfort for themselves.
And he will tend to put everything aside, if his interlocutors give reluctance to their actions.
Here Murongyu only ordered a cup of hot tea, and sat there quietly with a small snack provided by the shop.
Sometimes the man will glance, and pay attention to the two people, who are now my neighbor with him.
He no longer heeded the conditional gaze of meaning from the guards who had been focused between them. The man was still engrossed with actions and daydreams in his mind.
Murong really did not bother at all. Until after a while had passed, a crisp voice spread its focus.
''Sister...are we going to leave immediately after this?.'' Asked Cangge, while rubbing the tip of the lips, cleaning the remnants of food that he devoured quickly.
The woman stopped eating, and placed the chopsticks on the bowl.
''Of course, is Ge'er still tired?.''
Hearing the question, Cangge lowered his head and blushed. And under the table, his hands were clinging to each other.
''But before we leave, we'll buy some clothes for you.'' Ziaruo again.
''As for how I can get tired?, it is your brother who may be exhausted from carrying me.'' The boy muttered softly.
He was embarrassed to admit, what happened just a moment ago.
However, with his ability and frail body, Cange was unable to do anything.
If he refused to be carried away, Cangge feared that Ziaruo would be even more troublesome by waiting for him who was weak and slow.
The Cangge boy still lowered his head, before returning to speak. ''Sorry later still have to trouble big brother.''
Witnessing the attitude and unwillingness of the Cange in front of him, Ziaruo felt that the boy was cute as well as adorable.
In a glance he missed Weiyun in Yincang and again said inwardly. ''I think you will complement each other later.''
The timid and thinker Cangge, will meet the wily and cheerful Weiyun. What a collaborative nature that will complement each other, he thought.
Ziaruo carved a smile behind the veil, just by imagining it. His brown eyes seemed sparkling, when remembering the son.
And the change, definitely caught in the eyes of Murongyu who always traced every detail of his actions.
''What are you thinking, so so happy?.'' He murmured in silence.
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Time never understands the feelings of the heart, nor does it wait for others to be ready to pass.
No matter how happy Murongyu's heart was in the company, he still had to say goodbye to Ziaruo and Cangge.
The woman left after finishing the meal and giving some coins to the waiter.
He did not give the great man the opportunity there, to offer to pay for the breakfast he had just enjoyed.
In fact, Ziaruo only gave a small nod to Murongyu, before continuing his journey back.
Meanwhile, Murong who was still standing unmoved in place, seemed to imply a sad gaze for the back that was getting away between the streets of the city.
Witnessing the master's grief, one of the guards came forward and asked. ''Master..do we need to pursue it?, aren't we in the same direction?.''
Murongyu was still silent and did not immediately answer the question, he turned his face towards the sky, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Inwardly he wanted to chase and walk side by side with the woman.
But he understood one thing, even though he was with her now, in reality Ziaruo still did not belong to him, and never considered it important.
Not even a little bit of the meaning of the word important. He was just an acquaintance, or as one of the figures who passed by in his life.
''Nothing will change by chasing him now. Because time and destiny are in our hands, however, we will never find the same point.'' Murongs.
''And if I keep forcing myself close to him, it will only make it harder for me to think clearly.'' Continue again in the heart.
Murongyu realized correctly, that the longer he spent with the woman, he would forget that Ziaruo was not for her.
And when he forgets about the fact, the selfishness to embrace and make the woman his, will take root again.
Murongyu let out a long breath. Staring up at the table beside him, and moving slowly brought his body back to his seat.
However, this time he did not return to the chair he had occupied at the beginning, the man took the chair that Ziaruo had occupied.
There was no warmth left in the woman's body temperature, like Murongyu's increasingly cold love story for Ziaruo.
Murong's handsome face looked grim, with several long breaths.
Those eyes stared at the cup Ziaruo had used, moved his hand slowly and grabbed the cup, and gently touched the edge of the cup's lips.
Murong smiled cynically to himself, as if making fun of and sneering for the heart in his chest that trembled for his figure.
The hand carries the cup up, and attaches the small object to the tip of the lip.
Murongyu sipped the remaining water that had no taste, with a million hayal that did not understand his common sense.
Murongyu's thoughts were silent, there was no sound in his ears, nor the sound of pedestrians, passing horses, as well as several carriages going back and forth on the road.
In fact, some of the guards lived in silence, understanding what the emperor was thinking.
''It still hurts in the heart, even now it has never changed.'' He murmured slowly, touching the upper chest on the left.
''Giving up is just one easy word to say. However, to do so might take my whole life.'' Connect again.
Murongyu poured the water back into the empty cup, enjoying the sweet clear water there, with the khusukan.
''If he was not himself, but rather the man would the gods unite us?.''
''Is it not all about the heart and soul, then what is the mistake of feeling that he has to be a loser?.''
''Is my race so much inferior to his love that he is the one you choose?. Although, the meeting time I had, was much earlier than her.''
Murong has always been like that, when it comes to Ziaruo, he is the most anti in equating the impossible, it will be a lot to imagine a small point, with the representation of the word ''If''.
The man was still sitting there, with the cup in hand, and two other cups (the cup of the Cange and his cup) were still firmly standing on the table.
He refused to let go of being together a moment ago.
In fact, the waiter who was about to clean the table, and took a used cup there he asked to leave.
Murongyu sat quietly alone, sipping slowly on the contents of the cup, while trying to summarize the shadow of the figure he wanted to see again.
''Even if my mind understood and understood all these impossibilities, my heart would still not obey.'' Murongy.