Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 291 The Dilemma of Family and Country (Yan Yu's Side Story Part 2)

"Young master, they have signed the surrender document."

Upon hearing this news, Yan Yu paused slightly in his hand as he twirled the prayer beads, then resumed twirling them.

He didn't speak, but simply looked up at his childhood friend who had grown up with him and was now approaching forty.

Deputy General Bai looked at his brother, who was two years younger than him but already had graying temples, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

Time seemed to have been exceptionally kind to Yan Yu, yet also exceptionally cruel to him.

That beautiful and radiant face retained its charm in no way; on the contrary, it was the refinement of her inner qualities that made it like a fine wine.

Its aroma is intoxicating.

But the deathly stillness between his brows revealed that the person before him was nothing more than a walking corpse.

A soulless walking corpse.

Yan Yu seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden. His usually calm expression relaxed, and he looked at the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist with a faint smile.

"Ah Bai, you should know I'm leaving."

Deputy General Bai stiffened, looked at the person in front of him, and nodded.

This was an agreement they made a long time ago.

Yan Yu had waited far too long for this day.

It's too bitter.

All these years, I've risked my life just to avenge Mr. Gu.

A person whose soul has long since died cannot be persuaded to return.

Stepping through the morning mist in the forest, Yan Yu, dressed in the wedding gown she wore on her wedding day, gently walked up the stone steps.

The wedding dress, as vibrant as it was on the day of the wedding, remains as bright and beautiful as it was more than a decade later, though it no longer fits her perfectly.

The waist that used to fit her body now looks somewhat empty.

The clean tombstone was free of even a single weed, a testament to Yan Yu's dedication over the years.

He sat gently on the stone slab in front of the monument, not caring that the dust would soil his clothes.

Leaning quietly against the stone tablet, he felt a long-lost sense of peace.

A gentle breeze blew by, and he felt as if his master was lightly stroking his cheek.

Sir, do you miss me too?

***

Looking at the flickering flames in front of him, Yan Yu sighed softly, "Sir, this is the last time I'll burn paper money for you. You should know that I... miss you very much."

So, I'm going to find you.

The last syllable trembled slightly, causing his hands to tremble as well. A spark ignited the paper money he was holding between his fingers, burning his well-defined knuckles and making Yan Yu instinctively want to loosen his grip.

He rubbed his fingers, only to feel pain.

The pain made his heart tremble.

The flames licked his fingertips, but he only felt it as a gentle kiss from his master.

Sir, you can't let me go either?

Even though I've been through so much over the years and seen so many things, I still can't help but shed tears when I think of that name.

How weak...

Yan Yu raised his hand to wipe away his tears. After the flames died down, he took out a red marriage certificate, leaned against the tombstone, and said in an incredibly gentle voice, "Sir, you never read the marriage certificate to me, so let me read it to you, okay?"

The only sound in the silent forest was the wind.

He didn't seem to care, and said in a somewhat shameless manner, "If the gentleman doesn't speak, I'll take it as a yes."

Anyway, it's not the first time.

At this point, Yan Yu's expression turned slightly melancholy, but he quickly regained his composure, gently opened the red invitation, and parted his thin lips slightly.

"From this day forward, we are united in marriage, a perfect match, sharing the same ideals and aspirations."

"We were bound by a red thread long ago, our hearts and minds are united, we will be together forever...until we grow old together,"

"Flowers in full bloom, moon full, joy and happiness abound,"

"We will sing, we will sing of the sea drying up and the rocks crumbling, we will first point to the mandarin ducks, and then make our vows, and solemnly agree to this covenant."

Her clear voice choked up halfway through the reading, and she finished the rest in fits and starts. Her beautiful face was covered in tears, and she raised her hand to cover her face in a disheveled manner, letting the cold tears slide down her neck.

I hate you, sir.

Why did you lie to me when you clearly made a vow to "grow old together forever" on the marriage certificate?

Despite their deep affection for each other over the years, they never spoke of it and wrote their will early on.

If we hadn't met again in Shanghai, would we have never seen each other again after we parted ways at the age of twenty?

Even this wedding ceremony, which he had so much hope for, seemed like a delusional wish he had begged for.

Once a dream is shattered, it can never be pieced back together.

"I have already served my country; I have no intention of giving myself to you again."

You accomplished your great cause, but you were cruel to him the only one.

Gu Yao, how cruel you are.

He placed the suicide note together with the newspaper clippings.

With one hand, they twisted my heart until it ached, while with the other, they stabbed me mercilessly.

The photos, whether clear or blurry, never miss a single detail.

Even the sensational and exaggerated descriptions of him in the tabloids were carefully cut out and neatly stored away.

The entire scrapbook contained only two words: Yan Yu.

Gu Yao, you really know how to endure.

He hated her, yet he loved Gu Yao even more.

He knew that his husband was not wrong, but secretly he always wanted his husband to put him first.

Those years apart were equally difficult, yet I never set foot in northern Shanxi again.

Is it guilt?

Or is it because you don't want to implicate him?

It is now impossible to know.

He broke down emotionally and cried his heart out.

"Ah Yao!"

He has endured this for far too long.

Seriously, I'm so tired...

The wind carries a mournful sound; it is the weeping of the departed souls returning home.

***

After crying his fill, Yan Yu wiped away his tears and burned all the blessings he had sought from the temple over the years.

Whenever he sits on the prayer mat and twirls his prayer beads, he always thinks, "Did my teacher also have such a devout heart, with only one person on his mind?"

Yan Yu didn't know.

But that's how he is now.

He returned all the blessings that his husband had prayed for him.

First wish:

May you live a long and peaceful life in your next life.

Second wish:

May everything go smoothly in your next life, sir.

Three wishes:

"May you find a good partner in your next life and meet them often."

Four wishes:

"..."

……

As he watched the flames burn the sheets of paper to ashes, Yan Yu's gaze darkened.

In the end, he couldn't bear to part with it.

That person promised him a lifetime, but in the end, he only had a few days of pleasure.

Yan Yu sighed softly as he placed the last few sheets of paper into the brazier.

“Sir, before I came here I thought I would tie you and me together in the Book of Life and Death, but now I can’t bear to part with you.”

Having been involved in two lifetimes, how can you expect to be involved in the next?

Yan Yu did nothing more, simply setting aside all of Gu Yao's belongings.

When someone comes to collect his body, they will all be buried with him.

He seemed a little tired, and gently leaned against the monument, as if rubbing against the warm neck of a young man.

With the butterfly knife hovering at his fingertips, Yan Yu ultimately chose the bottle of poison beside him.

The sir's knife can be used for revenge, so don't get your own blood on it, lest the judge convict you of a crime.

A raging fire seared my heart, and my slender, pale fingertips touched that name I longed for.

"Sir, in the next life, will we... be able to meet again?"

The last three words were blown away by the wind, the fingers that had been suspended in mid-air slipped down, and a gentle smile hung on that beautiful face, as if she were lost in a sweet dream.

I also hope that the wishes expressed in Mr. [Name]'s will can be fulfilled.

That was a wish I had longed for but could not fulfill in two lifetimes.

"I wish to meet you again in the next life, where the mountain flowers are in full bloom."

No illness, no disaster, no hatred, no pain.