Chapter 17 (2/2)
At the same time, another person opened their eyes. Their pupils were stained with a faint reddish haze that faded slowly. Bai Yu lowered his head to look at the unconscious man, and impatiently threw him onto the bed. Then he sat alone by the window, slowly drinking wine. The moonlight shone on his face, giving off a feeling of coldness and solitude.
He did not know who he was or where he came from. His memory bank was completely empty, save an obsession to destroy his brother Bai XiuLan, the future emperor. He didn't know where the hatred came from, but he'd always followed his intuition. Since the hatred existed, there was no reason not to destroy that object of hatred. He was also not a benevolent person, and it simply wasn't in his nature to help someone out of sympathy. However, when he saw Bai Yu's appearance, a distant figure appeared in his mind. He felt the same sadness of losing his loved one, the same grief, and he inexplicably couldn't refuse his request.
However, that didn't mean that he could love that man as much as the original Bai Yu did, the most he could do is marry him.
*From this point on Bu Bai a.s.sumes the position and role of the original Bu Bai.*
The first thing Bu Bai saw when he woke up was the man sitting at the table. He had an appearance that matched the original Bu Bai's memories, yet he seemed slightly different. That person didn't use to give off such a frigid to the bones aura.
Bai Yu sensed the other man stir and asked: “Why commit suicide?” His hand didn't even leave the cup, still holding it in midair, as though unwilling to move an inch for the man on the bed.
Painful rope marks scarred Bu Bai's neck. It was inevitable that he would be a little zoned out on the bed, after all, he was originally supposed to die, yet was somehow saved. On the other hand, looking at that man's att.i.tude, he clearly didn't care about his life and death, yet had the face to ask this kind of question.
Because you don't want me, the words wouldn't leave his mouth. If Bai Yu was still the same Bai Yu that had loved him before, then he wouldn't have any issues saying such words immediately, but he couldn't find a single trace of familiarity or love in the current Bai Yu. At that moment, Bu Bai finally realized the huge difference in status between himself and that person. It was a gap that couldn't be bridged simply through love.
Bu Bai remained silent and Bai Yu lost his patience. He put down his cup and said to Bu Bai, “I'll marry you tomorrow.”
“Why?” Didn't you say that you didn't love me? Why would you still want to marry my lowly self?
“Ben w.a.n.g needs a companion, that's the only reason.” Bai Yu didn't want to explain any more. Besides, it was difficult to explain in the first place. He didn't want to spend too much time on such trifles. Finished speaking, he immediately opened the door to leave and did not show any concern for Bu Bai, who had just escaped from the grasp of death, from beginning to end.
The door closed tightly. The force used wasn't great, but Bu Bai felt as if it had slammed straight into his heart. He finally got what he wanted, yet he could not feel any joy. The original illusion was thoroughly destroyed by his willfulness, leaving behind only the coldness of a stranger. If you don't love me, why marry me, why make me foolishly believe in your love.
In the brightly lit Hua Lou, Bu Bai sank into the darkness and cried silently. He didn't look like someone who was about to be married at all.
The next day, the crowds filled the streets, and everyone was envious of the little waiter who would soon become the regent's wife. In their eyes, Bu Bai did not even qualify for the position of the Regent King's male favorite, let alone the n.o.ble status of his wife. However, the man ignored all the criticisms and doubts – he was going to marrying Bu Bai and gift him the t.i.tle of his first wife. The people speculated that perhaps what this prominent figure felt for Bu Bai was the so-called true love.
On the other hand, the person involved had a different opinion. When he was told that he would hold the t.i.tle of first wife, he'd hoped that the man still had him in his heart. However, when he walked out the door in his ceremonial robes, he discovered that no matter how extravagant the marriage was, it couldn't cover up the fact that the groom was not even in attendance. Was he unwilling to the point of not even appearing to receive his new wife?
Holding tightly onto the corner of his robes, Bu Bai restrained his impulse to escape. This kind of ceremony was not what he wanted. All he wanted was a lover who would accompany him for life. Since that person wasn't even here, did this marriage even hold any meaning anymore?
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– Izreate
Translated by Izreate
Edited by Avis
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