Regrets
He had always been one of the Immortals of Chang Liu. He had always felt that his duty was to protect the world. He'd thought he would always be right. Had he, though?
For the first time the Hall of Emotionless seemed lonely to Bai Zihua. She had changed him. Now, every single corner of the garden seemed so sad without her. The flowers had bloomed so beautifully. Their flower had grown up and was full of colour and life. Yet, its beauty hurt him like a dagger as it reminded him that Hua Qiangu was gone and she would never be back again; she would never see how beautiful her flower had become; she would never know how much he missed her.
He watched alone from the top of Chang Liu. The Hall of Emotionless was too quite without her innocent giggle while the world seemed a deserted place. He tried to play some notes at the harp, but Hua Qiangu's favorite harp sounded hallow and cold. He tried to read, but the words were too shallow. Once he had believed in them. He had believed that by cultivation he would achieve peace, but she had come in his life and had turned his word upside down. He had believed that he needed no one. Yet he needed her. He needed love.
He remembered You Rou's happiness as she had seen him caring Hua Qiangu in his arms. However, her smile died as she realized that there was no life in the once so energetic and full of life tiny body. He did not know how he had managed to take her to the Hall of Emotionless. Mo Yan and Sheng Xiaomo had come with him. He remembered that Sheng Xiaomo had once advised him to take Hua Qiangu and leave Chang Liu. He had actually warned him. If only he hadn't been so stubborn. However, Sheng Xiaomo had never judged him even if he deserved it.
Bai Zihua had refused to bury her. Only the demons preserved the bodies of their dead ones while the immortals believed that the bodies had to return to the nature. Nevertheless, he had felt he couldn't let her body be ruined by time and nature so he put her in an ice coffin. She'd never been more beautiful. Yet she was as cold as the ice that was surrounding her body. Even the flowers that lay over the top of her ice coffin lacked the power to bring some life to a death kingdom.
Hua Qiangu had loved nature. She had been too kind for such a cruel world. He wished he could have kept her safe form all the danger, safe from all the pain yet he had been the one that had broken her heart. Her words still echoed in his mind: "What right you have to die with me?" How much he wished he could have died with her. No, he didn't want to have died. He wished he had gone with her, to have gone somewhere far away from all that yearning for power, away from wars and hate, away from prejudices and cruel rules. They would have had each other. Together they would have created their own world, their own rules. They would have helped the sick and the poor rather that ruling over a world that condemned them to loneliness.
He kneeled in front of her coffin. He wanted to touch her, but his hand stopped on the wall of ice that separated them. No matter how hard he would try, he would never be able to hold her in his arms again.
"The flowers have bloomed. The cherry blossom is everywhere. Look." And he let fall some of the cherry flowers he had picked before coming to her. The flowers danced in the air for a while then they fell over the ice. Once she would have danced like a child upon seeing the flowers fly in the air, taken by the wind. She would have tried to catch them. Where had gone that lovely child? Who is that cold lady that had replaced her? Was she his Little Bone? What had he done?
His hands trembled as he took the sword out. That sword had actually killed her. He could see blood stains on the blade of Sympathize Life Sword. It was her blood. He wondered if she had actually expected that he would hurt her so bad or she had trusted him until the very end. He didn't care how precious the sword was, he hated it. Bai Zihua wished he had never touched it in his life. He wished he would never see it again. He threw it away and it crashed on the wall while he let his body lean on the ice coffin.
"You have no respect for a sword." He heard a voice scolding him. His every inch of his body winced as he knew so better that voice.
"Little Bone"
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