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Chapter 190 [Empire] Sleep
The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass...
Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.
In this dream, I rode a horse, a majestic general, a national hero, so impressive. Meanwhile, a distant me, wearing a short ponytail and cotton pajamas, watched everything unfold. This was me, a complete student of nine years of compulsory education. The girl in the ponytail understood the meaning of these two lines of poetry perfectly; she knew that a female general on horseback shouldn't smile these days. The tall, sturdy general seemed to glance down at the girl from afar, his eyebrows raised slightly, his lips curled up in a smile that resembled a challenge.
The shape of the lips condensed in the air, forming an impenetrable, cold mountain that could not be ignored.
"Everything you have is mine."
It resembled the smile of a sinister clown, a face thickly coated in gray and white paint, with symmetrical eye circles of red and blue. The paint covered nearly half of the face, creating a pointed mouth. His lips were curled, though not necessarily; those heavily inked, blood-red lips were naturally pointed. His eyes held a hint of madness, and his lips and teeth moved in a deep, hoarse voice, captivating and melodious yet capable of freezing the blood in one's bloodstream.
"Why are you so serious..."
I was in my pajamas, watching the blood-soaked me smiling. His brows furrowed, his gaze more foolish than compassionate.
"It's not like this. It shouldn't be like this."
What I see in the eyes of the spear is true compassion.
"You should take your bow."
The girl in pajamas scratched her head, unable to figure anything out.
"That's not right. It's obviously not the case. Why? It's so strange..."
In my dream, I vaguely felt that this scene was very real, as if... familiar.
right?
But I can't recall my waking memories, and can only vaguely guess. Really, it's very familiar...
I felt as if another tide was rushing towards me, warm and cool. I didn't know which part of me it was hitting. Or maybe it was all of me.
I melted in the water.
But I vaguely felt that the person next to me seemed to be holding me tightly.
The slightly hoarse male voice was intermittent and rambling. I couldn't make out what it was saying, but it wasn't annoying.
The heat was cozy, and I instinctively moved closer, closer. So close, I could smell a hint of skin. The heat around me seemed tense. A heavy air current hit my forehead. But I gradually let my consciousness drift away.
"My wife..."
"My wife..."
"Have you ever seen me..."
"Wife...I am your husband..."
"I know you like my brother, and I understand. But, my wife, can you please look at me and like me..."
Am I still dreaming?
The sound of rain is steady and continuous. Neither fast nor slow, neither hurried nor slow... This monotonous melody. The unchanging sound of rain. Continuous, beating against my eardrums, beating against my heart. The sound of rushing water. It's raining hard.
The words of the person beside me, accompanied by the sound of rain, made me feel dazed and lost in thought, not knowing where I was or what day it was. The faces of the people beside me also blurred in my mind. My thoughts were damp and swirling.
The boat seemed to be sailing in the sea, floating up and down with the water.