Before reaching the bottom of the stairs, he heard Nan Gong Si shouting from inside the room.
The young man with wolf-like features was tearing at Ye Wangxi's soul.He was questioning him—"Nan Gong Xi!What love potion did you pour into my father?Making me value you more than him!!Go home?Why should I go back with you?From childhood to adulthood, how many times have I been able to make decisions on my own?Ah, Nan Gong Xi, tell me, what exactly are you and he treating me as?"With a clatter, the table fell over, and dishes shattered into pieces.The maidservants standing in the hallway were all shaken by fear.
Even more guests peeked out from their rooms."What's happening?""Ouch, who has such a short temper?If this continues, we might end up breaking the tavern."Mo Ran pursed his lips as he turned to look at the hallway.He heard Ye Wangxi’s voice, dry and lifeless like withered leaves in autumn."Nan Gong, if it was me that made you unhappy at home, then I will leave.
I promise never to show my face before you again.""…""You should go back," said Ye Wangxi, "I beg you."Mo Ran would have never believed such a straight-laced person like Ye Wangxi could utter the word “beg” so weakly.In his memory, Ye Wangxi was an unshaken gentleman and an invincible warrior.
Mo Ran could imagine him bleeding but not weeping;he could picture his death but had no idea of him kneeling down.But today, in this tavern, before Song Qiutong, Ye Wangxi was begging a man to let him go.Mo Ran closed his eyes.One lives for a lifetime, and how many things remain unknown?No one is completely unveiled.
People clothe themselves with garments, mask their emotions with words and expressions.
They wrap themselves tightly, like flower stalks supporting their heads, presenting the world with clear faces of joy or anger.
The world is a play—actors perform according to their roles: choral singers in green, young warriors in light blue.
In this world, everyone has a role.But when the gongs cease and the moon harps fall silent at night, as each person washes off their heavy makeup and cleanses away the sharp features of daylight, revealing unfamiliar faces.In truth, the female lead is a spirited male, and even martial artists have tender eyes.Mo Ran returned to his temporary abode.
He pondered if he had truly understood everyone and himself after two lifetimes.Qin Wanníng made him live and die repeatedly;Qin Wanníng…Then he recalled today’s confusion when Nan Gong Si mistook him for Qin Wanníng, finding it amusing how easily that could have happened.But during his bath, he suddenly noticed in the mirror a figure with high pigtails wearing a simple white wizard robe.El chongo había sido atado al azar esa mañana, y compró la ropa blanca en la tienda porque las antiguas le quedaban pequeñas.
No le dio demasiada importancia a ello;instead, he put on the clothes without considering why they seemed so appealing.Looking in the mirror, he suddenly realized something.This white robe was so similar to Qin Wanníng’s former one.The bronze mirror was dim.
His past life was like a dream, Mo Ran saw through this dream-like color, fragments of Qin Wanníng and his illusory presence.Washing water still clung to his chin as it flowed down.He stood in front of the mirror, gradually understanding how he had become so much like his master.Mo Ran subconsciously searched for Qin Wanníng’s figure in this world but could not find him.
He slowly became what Nan Gong Si was.—Time passed swiftly.
Because of remorse or something else,I cannot see you and wonder about the actions you would take if faced with such a situation.
What would make you smile, what would anger you?Before I do anything, I think of you and wish to please you.I ponder, "If you were here, would you nod in approval?Would you gently praise me for not making any mistakes."Every day, every moment, this thought became part of my bones.
So later on, I was unaware.In the end, time had passed so quickly that I have lived like the person you would have been.