Volume Two: The Youth of a Thousand Faces, So Real Yet Deceptive Extra Chapter Three: Qingming (Part Two)
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Huo Ye hurried to Area C11 as well. Amid the endless sea of flowers, the old locust tree still stood, but the person was gone. He purchased the land, replanted the flower fields, and hired professional gardeners to tend them regularly. When the wind swept by, the fragrance that drifted through was no longer the same.
Huo Ye walked beneath the locust tree. In her lifetime, Qingxue had no one to depend on—her only family, if any, was him, the self-proclaimed fiancé. He erected her tomb here, as a lingering memory.
“Wife, today is the Day of Remembrance. I’ve brought you a gift.” Huo Ye placed the gift box before the grave, speaking to the tombstone as if face to face.
To Huo Ye, Qingxue was already his wife. Even though they never went through any ceremony, nor had anyone witness their union, their hearts had long been joined.
“I thought about bringing you some flowers, but then again, there are flowers everywhere here. Why bother adding more?”
“It’s been a year. That calamity was slain by my father long ago. I don’t even know whom to avenge you upon. Surely not this wretched world? In the end, it’s those Bone-Piercing Sand Serpents. Every time I see one, I kill one, and I won’t stop until their kind is wiped out!”
He started speaking calmly, but as he went on, his voice grew fierce, as if he wished to destroy all the Bone-Piercing Sand Serpents at once.
Having said all he needed, Huo Ye rose to leave. A gust of wind passed by, and something compelled him to turn around. Behind Qingxue’s tombstone, a small, pure white flower of the other shore bloomed quietly.
Suddenly, Huo Ye recalled something Qingxue had told him.
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“Daily flower language quiz: what does the white flower of the other shore mean?” she had asked.
Huo Ye looked up at the sky, thinking for a while. “...Bones?”
“Huo Ye!” Qingxue scolded him playfully.
“Sorry, sorry, just tell me directly.”
“Endless longing, hopeless love, a letter from heaven,” Qingxue recited gently.
“How come it has three meanings at once? I really shouldn’t have given you that encyclopedia of flower symbolism,” Huo Ye groaned.
“What’s wrong? Do you regret being with me?”
“What kind of divine logic is that?”
“Never mind, just answer me—do you regret it?”
Huo Ye realized it was pointless to argue with a girl, so he quickly replied, “No, absolutely not.”
“Hmph, even if you do regret it, it’s useless. I’m clinging to you for life. Even if I die, I’ll become a flower and bloom at your home.”
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Huo Ye was speechless for a full five seconds, then timidly suggested, “Maybe... I should move to a district made entirely of metal, with no soil?”
“You’re asking for trouble!”
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A burning tear slid down the corner of his eye. Huo Ye murmured, “A letter from heaven...”
He knelt on one knee, carefully cupping the elegant white flower, not willing to break even a single root.
The white blossom was like the girl she once was—no need for powder or adornment, naturally beautiful and utterly captivating.
Huo Ye gently placed the flower into his storage box, speaking as if to his beloved far away, “Come, let’s go home. Bloom in my house.”
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