Chapter 191 (1/2)
Chapter 19: The Emotional Threads are Deep and Mysterious (Part 1 of 4)
Nothing is more beautiful than an April's day When it's April in the mortal realrance permeates the air, the mortals think that this is the epitoht is ordinary in the Flower World Every day is an April's day, every season is spring One doesn't remember when a flower blooms for it never withers
The indthe first few days when I first returned to the Flower World, I could hardly rise awake whenever the Twenty Four Flower Leaders visited, I would be sleeping This evening when I was playing chess with Night, I could barely last until half a set when I leaned down on the stone table and started to dreaht I heard the Head Flower Leader talked to Night
”This child, Jin Mi ah, her life is tough Do I dare ask if Night is sincere towards her - without any ill intent?”
”This is my real heart, the Head Flower Leader does not need to suspect”
”But if one gives real feelings, then one ish that one's feelings are also reciprocated with real feelings Jin Mi is like barren ground, no ive, no matter how carefully you water and protect it, you would not be able to grow a single petal To speak of love with her is to throw a stone in the big ocean, you would not receive an echo back Is Night afraid of wasting time and effort?”
”Ah what is there to fear? If ti to waste my life with her but, for what reason does the Head Flower Leader speak so pessimistically about Jin Mi?”
”(cough) Jin Mi grew up under my watch, her basic nature is kind, only she has always been cold and ruthless with her feelings Besides wanting to beco comes into her eyes - not to even ht see Jin Mi shed a single tear?”
”Now that you reat love leaves no traces, a huge sorrow has no tears Hoill the Head Flower Leader know if Jin Mi is not actually grieving in her heart? Please don't speak badly of Jin Er, if I may be so blunt, I do not like to listen of such words”
”Ah then I will stop here, one's nature is not easily changed, I can only hope that the efforts Night put in can crack metal and stone”
Night stroke my loose hairs on my back, I comfortably laid down on his arm and fell into a deep sleep
I did not kno much tier sleeping on an arht must have left and I could only blearily hear the Head Flower Leader sigh, ”I do not know if the Unfeeling Pill is a blessing or burden to you”
When I awoke again, the sky has lit and so the night had passed without any trace
Next to the previous Flower God's tomb was a stone pavilionIn the day, I would read the books that the Moon God had passed to lements, I did not understand ritten, but I was forcing ure out its secret
I had woken up late today and felt bored of reading, so I started to copy out a few lines of poetry on loose paper when a gush of wind suddenly blew and the papers with ink on them started to fly out of the pavilion
I looked at the flying papers with interest, and decided to put down raphy brush I started to fold the other poeic I made thes The white clean butterflies with ink brush words on theht, even more beautiful than real butterflies
Suddenly, I heard an al in the pavilion and antly on one of the pavilion pillars His gaze was concentrated on his hand which was squeezing a few of the paper butterflies Sensing aze, he lifted up his head, ”This is not bad”
”Yes,” I nodded my head, ”Indeed, it is not bad, it is pure like jade, shi+ning but not slippery if Phoenix likes this paper, I can give it to you”
Phoenix lifted a brow and flipped the paper, he said, ”I was saying the poem is not bad” He picked one paper up and started to read, ”Never-ending lines of poetry, everlasting longing, I ask the gentles, one needs fate, an ice heart hides”
Phoenix raised the ends of his brow, ”You speak so bluntly, one wonders which God you are longing for?”
I opened ed h if Phoenix cannot tell who I a for”
Phoenix clenched his finger and the paper was folded into a deep crease, ”What do you mean?”
I looked out of the pavilion and slowly took in a breath, ”It is not only the handkerchief that has silk (but the chinese word 丝 here plays on the dual s like a thread), if you leave the paper up to the light to see, it will also appear like silk It's just a pity that you did not want it when it was given to you”
Phoenix's expression did not change as he watched htly ed with the black ink but he did not realise it The wind cut through threads (the sa After a while, he finally opened his mouth, and said each word seriously, ”What did you say?”