Chapter 1956: In the Next Life, We Shall Never Meet Again 6
Gazing foolishly at the open space ahead, it seems she is still here dancing.
Just like back then, when they were childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree.
The two dressed in white by the green riverside, playing the flute and dancing.
Such beautiful memories, beautiful to the point of heartbreak.
That day, she agreed to dance with him, which truly delighted him, almost causing him to reveal his identity.
But he couldn’t, because she had forgotten him.
Moreover, there was another man by her side, who wished to snatch her away.
He wanted to return to the past with her.
After the music ended, Long Xuanye didn’t leave but sat on the grass, savoring every detail of the day.
Deeply engraving this memory into his mind.
Having finished reminiscing, he took out his phone and played that video.
There was surveillance nearby, which he had taken and saved, watching many times over every day.
This time, he watched tremendously carefully, capturing every expression on her face.
He sat there for an entire day.
Satisfied with his recollection, ensuring he wouldn’t forget, he finally got up to leave.
He traversed all the places they had visited together in this lifetime.
At the garden villa where she was held captive, he lingered the longest.
Because by the river there, he performed a sword dance, and she played a piece for him.
Such memories are both sweet and painful.
Not missing a single spot, not losing a single drop of memory.
The final stop was the Aegean Sea, the helipad from which she departed.
Long Xuanye stood tall and straight, recalling her smile like a blossoming flower in another man’s arms.
So vivid, so lively, so... happy.
He walked through all the memories of this lifetime, joyful ones, painful ones, sweet ones, bittersweet ones.
He returned to the villa where they last stayed by the Aegean Sea.
Brewed a cup of tea, walked to the balcony of the master bedroom, and sat on the lounge chair.
Took out his phone, played the video of her dancing for him at the National Studies Association, looping endlessly.
Then, gently sipped a mouthful of tea and placed the cup beside his phone.
Lovingly watching the white clouds drift across the sky, with the sound of the flute from the phone in his ears.
In the sky, Xia Weibao’s smiling face seemed to appear, so beautiful.
His thoughts drifted far, back to two thousand years ago.
That year he was five, the Crown Prince of the dynasty, with his Emperor Father and Empress Mother deeply in love, and he lived happily.
However, all happiness vanished into smoke and ashes on the day rebels besieged the city.
The Empress Mother hid him in a secret room, and through the crack, he saw the Empress Mother humiliated to death!
The Empress Mother, so noble and beautiful, suffered abuse from over a dozen rebels before dying, and those palace maids who loved him the most, all were defiled to death by the laughing rebels.
Many said he became a psychopath.
Yes, he is indeed a psychopath.
Since witnessing that scene, his heart has known nothing but darkness.
Though he escaped, he lived in a daze.
His master felt sorry for him and brought him back to the valley.
In the valley, he encountered the only light in his life—Xia Weibao.
In his dark and distorted life, she was that beam of light, giving him warmth and illuminating his shadowy heart.
The days with Xia Weibao were joyful, and his master treated him well.
Not only betrothing the female disciple to him but also passing on the position of Sect Leader to him.
He was very happy.
His greatest joy was not becoming Sect Leader, but marrying the only light of his life.
Those days were truly too happy, happy to the point he even forgot he was the exiled Crown Prince, forgetting the national enmity, family hatred.
Forgetting the blood debt he carried.