1. Past Life · Farewell
Does she still have hope for life
Drip... ...'' Water droplets fall to the ground, reverberating in the silent room, like a leak from the gates of hell, counting down.
She is not the woman he loves; she is merely one among the countless women who adore him, a naive woman who foolishly believes that obtaining him is the beginning of happiness. Her father once said that a man like Mu Tusu is not worth the effort to pursue; even if one were to succeed in winning his heart, it would be impossible to shake him off afterward. He is that kind of man, the kind who drives her to madness in her pursuit yet cruelly casts her into the abyss.
She will inquire of the Buddha about her life's destination, knowing that Mu Tusu is not the answer. If there is a next life, she, Bai Zhi, will absolutely not fall in love with Mu Tusu, absolutely not. Death is her deepest hatred towards him, as well as her most resolute repentance towards herself
The sound of distant horse hooves echoed behind her, strong and resonant. It was Mu Tusu's beloved horse, Jifeng. Bai Zhi thought to herself that she might not even measure up to that horse.
Once again, she raised her gaze towards "Wang Su Tai," where the woman above was wearing a smile that blossomed like a spring breeze, her eyes shifting from earlier apprehension to brightness. She turned around with excitement and went downstairs to greet her husband
Bai Zhi cried out to the heavens, her once proud and stunningly beautiful face streaming with torrents of hot tears. Those large eyes, usually filled with confidence, were now left with nothing but despair, despair, and endless despair
With her eyes wide open, Mu Tusu walked past her without pausing for even a second, as if he did not recognize her. Bai Zhi no longer acted as she did before, desperately clinging to life; instead, she smiled coldly, lowering her eyelids to gaze at her own toes. The white shoes embroidered with golden orchids had not been changed for a long time and had already turned gray. Since when had she become such a slovenly person
On the fifteenth, the horns of the capital sounded, and the air was filled with the joy of victory. The people gathered at "Wangsu Terrace," located ten miles southwest of the city, as it opens every fifteenth. Wangsu Terrace is renowned in the capital, having witnessed a deeply memorable love story. The general, who has long been galloping on the battlefield, has a beloved wife who misses him dearly. She devoted her entire dowry to build "Wangsu Terrace" in remembrance of her husband, who is far away on the battlefield.
The white zhi raised her head, the horizon dyed in orange-yellow hues; this light truly makes one feel drowsy. She lifted her leg and walked towards Wang Su Terrace. Coming towards her was the graceful figure of that woman, who was rushing towards Mu Tu Su with a charming smile and lively words.
She has lost everything. Her family was brutally slaughtered by her beloved Tusu, who finally married the little princess of Nanzhao, the one he cherished most. As for her, the little concubine whom he still looked down upon when he turned back, she was euphemistically referred to as being "released".
Look, who is that disheveled woman on the Su platform? What does she want to do?
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it resembled a light and drifting fallen leaf descending from Wangsu Terrace. Bai Zhi took one last glance at Mu Tu Su, who was staring at her in astonishment; he had finally seen her, at last. Did he still remember that year during the Qiqiao Festival, beneath the lanterns, when a shy young girl handed him a bright red lantern? The girl bashfully said, "The sun sets behind the mountains, guess a idiom." Perhaps in his heart, she would forever remain lost and unknown; he had never truly cared for her.
After the winter rain, the cold light strikes the paper-covered window panes, and a chilling atmosphere permeates the wooden house. Inside, everything seems to be frozen, showing no signs of life whatsoever
She lost, utterly and completely, walking down a dead end with no way back.
They brushed past each other, not knowing one another. Bai Zhi ascended the Wang Su Terrace.
Everything has come to an end. Forgetting Su Terrace, forgetting Su Terrace
Bai Zhi could not help but glance at Mu Tu Su once more. He had already halted the swift wind, and a pair of lively eyes sparkled with an indescribable light, filled with indulgence, affection, and an exclusive devotion to her
He did not come; he has always refused to meet her. No matter how she pleaded, no matter how destitute she became. Indeed, it is right that he does not come; he has never loved her. He has clearly stated that he only loves one woman, and for that woman, he can forsake all the women who love him, so resolutely, leaving not a trace of retreat.
Bai Zhi stood beneath the "Wang Su Tai," gazing up at the woman whom Mu Tu Su regarded as a treasure. She may not be the most beautiful, but she possesses undeniable fortune. Among many women, she has won Mu Tu Su's love and will enjoy a lifetime of happiness
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, the tears abruptly ceased, she suddenly rose, her flowing long dress trailing on the ground, and she left the wooden cabin
Today marks the triumphant day of her beloved Mu Tu Su, who has returned amidst the flames of war. He remains the Mu Tu Su she cherished back then, unmatched in his suitability to don white garments, pure and unblemished, with a graceful demeanor that stirs the wind, exuding an air of superiority over the world, and possessing a smile that captivates the city, embodying unparalleled elegance.
The fallen leaves have finally landed on the ground