ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 40. Stay Here

His mind passed through hundreds of battle arenas, where he had once been a raging dragon on every terrain. Blood and death on the right left of his hand.

Her life has never been far from it, and times like this feel lonely are real. Zhao Juren stared far ahead and the memory ended in a face. I don't know why his memory stopped on Jiu Fei.

"Jiu Fei, all my life I will always owe you, many of our stories that I do not know as darkly the secrets of our journey. This is your hometown, I didn't expect to be stranded here as an unknown person. If I could, I plead to the generosity of the heavens, in the life to come, we should meet a little earlier at the right time." The pale hand slowly removed the rope connecting the small wooden slats with the rectangular-shaped tops of lanterns patterned on a sparsely leafy peach twig around it then gently pushed the fingers, pushing, lantern in his hand. The faintly shining lantern was also slowly floating on the surface of the water towards the middle, the lake water rippled, the lantern was like a tiny boat, lightly swinging, along with wave after wave, gradually fused into the night, sailing gently on the pitch-black surface of the lake. The lantern was only one, belonging to Zhao Juren who was on the verge of death.

Zhao Juren got up, kept looking at him, the wind blew on his face, the coldness like a sharp arrow slowly crossed his heart, the world was colorful, everything was like colored glass, it was all like colored glass, but his heart was like a lantern that slowly moved away, the fire of the lantern moved quickly, almost extinguished. He made a decision, with his own hands crushing his own hopes to pieces, without a sound, the world was destroyed in his hands, beautiful buildings were rickety into ashes, diamond gems, embroidered brocades dried up, and the world was destroyed, opportunity has left him, only ashes are left endless and the night is endless.

"Shouldn't a man put on such a desperate face?"

Zhao Juren was stunned, she bit her lips, shaking her head in expelling a voice that was like coming from inside her own head.

All at once, a small ripple struck the lantern, out of nowhere the calm surface of the water being a hint of lantern fire swaying, almost extinguished, the, the body of the box-shaped lantern became tilted to the left and to the right, seemingly about to sink into the water.

Zhao Juren's heart that had cooled and numb suddenly became tense, involuntarily he stepped forward, his forehead slightly wrinkled, as if worrying about the lantern being carried by the current.

"Mr Zhao Juren, are you listening to me...?" A fingers held her arm that was about to set foot to the edge of the lake, the tip of her foot was already touching the water and wet.

Suddenly Zhao Juren stopped stepping, turning his head while frowning his forehead, holding his breath.

"Xue Xue?" Although his eyes were a bit blurry and his gaze slightly swayed due to the influence of arak huang Jiu.

A girl in traditional Niangxi attire looked at him with shining round eyes, penetrating up to Zhao Juren's heart.

"Xue Xue, you?" Zhao Juren blinked her eyes, reassuring herself that the girl in front of her was no illusion from her drunkenness.

"Do you want to jump into the water in the middle of the night like this?" He asked while pulling the corner of his lips.

Zhao Juren looked at Xue Xue in disbelief, as if the emerald-green lake had brought up the figure he had been waiting for so long, no pain now clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Where have you been? Why did you break your promise?"

"I'm not breaking a promise but you're so busy drinking with other people that you don't realize I'm coming."

"No way!"

"I may be late but I never break my promise. Waiting for you to finish your busy life almost makes me impatient. Good thing it's still a lantern party, nobody's watching me if I get home late." The long sentence was similar to the annoyed complaint that sounded riled.

"You...are you really Xue Xue?" Zhao Juren leaned her body.

 "Am I like a ghost? or is it less real? Didn't you say you could know me in all ways?"

"Why have you been so long? You know I was almost desperate waiting for you, Xue Xue..."

Whether the urge was due to his drunkenness or his instincts, he could not help but pull Xue Xue's body into his embrace. Something sudden and unexpected.

Xue Xue's body twitched in Zhao Juren's arms, her eyes wide open in shock.

"I don't know why I want to see you so much, that my heart hurts." Zhao Juren said similarly moaning in Xue Xue Xue's ears.

Xue Xue momentarily mutely only her breath was restrained with both hands clenched to the right left of her body.

"Mr Zhao, let me go!" Finally Xue Xue pushed Zhao Juren's body and turned around with a blushing pias. He really did not expect Zhao Juren's reaction to be so excessive.

"No! Don't go again!" Zhao Juren suddenly hugged him from behind Xue Xue's back. His left arm was clinging to Xue Xue's neck while his other hand was tightly hugging the girl's slender waist.

The smell of wine gushed out from Zhao Juren's mouth, infiltrating through Xue Xue's nasal cavity. For a moment he let the two of them be so tight under the Liu tree on the edge of that desolate lake. The cold that penetrated the skin turned warm instantly.

Zhao Juren's warm breath blowing on the skin of her neck gave herself goosebumps.

"You drank too much Mr. Zhao." Sizzle Xue Xue.

"I'm not gonna let you go again. Stay here." Zhao Juren's mouth was slurping indistinctly.

Immediately, in front of the two of them across the desolate lake, there appeared various beautiful fireworks, a bright flame light shone upon the eyes of those who were clinging to each other as Xue Xue turned her body trembling towards Zhao Juren.

Zhao Juren looked at him with a pushy look, the girl's eyes in front of him was an eye beam she had never seen in her entire life of war, Zhao Juren to the point of not knowing what to use to describe it.

Like a wanderer on an arid plain who sees a recess of a spring, like a man driven from a distant hometown in his dreams, it shines like an unbelievable illusion.

For the time being Zhao Juren did not want to take her eyes off even though the sound of the crackling firecrackers was so ear-bending but also knew that after all, she was powerless to get it, recalling that same figure descending gracefully from a royal carriage.

"Who are you really Xue Xue?" The question slid from Zhao Juren's lips, raucous and sad.

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