The door opened quickly. Lu Yi was standing at the door with an expression that was as rigid as his outfit. This was the Lu Yi that was married a few years ago. The past him had returned, but the happiest him remained dead.
“Mom…” Lu Yi called after Ye Shuyun.
“I have something to say to you.” Ye Shuyun sighed gently and walked in. This time, her emotions were calm. This time, she would not be angry. This time, she had resigned to her fate.
Lu Yi closed the door. Sun Yuhan sat outside on her wheelchair, observing everything.
She pushed herself away, took out her mobile phone and browsed today’s news.
Cracks have appeared in Movie Queen Yan Huan and Prosecutor Lu’s relationship, they are alleged to be in the midst of a divorce.
Great, they should get divorced. They should do so immediately, why not? After the divorce Lu Yi would be able to marry me. He promised, didn’t he?
Inside Lu Yi’s room, Ye Shuyun walked to the front of his desk and lifted that photo frame once again. The photo was evidently the same, but she felt that the two people within have been torn apart. What remained of them was just a tattered past.
She left the framed photo facing down on the table and walked toward him.
Once she sat down, she waved Lu Yi over. “Come here son, I have something to say.”
Lu Yi walked over and crouched down in front of Ye Shuyun.
Ye Shuyun’s heart ached for her son, but she wanted to smack him even more. She wanted to punish him for his ungratefulness and his cruelty, but she knew very clearly that it was not Lu Yi’s fault. He had forgotten everything; but how could he forget Huanhuan of all things?
“Lu Yi.” She placed her hand on her son’s shoulders.
“You and Huanhuan should get a divorce.”
Lu Yi pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.
“Let her do whatever she likes. You owe her that much,” Ye Shuyun spoke again. “She has found the life she wants. Son, let her be. I know you, you are not a disloyal man. You are just waiting for your memories to return. You may have the time to wait, but that is not the case for Huanhuan. She is a public figure, do you know what all this gossip will do to her future?”
Lu Yi remained silent. He wanted to ask Ye Shuyun, did it have to end this way? But he could not say his mind. If he could not even remember who she was, what right did he have to question this ending?
“Alright.” He nodded his head lightly. However, the moment that word left his mouth, he felt like his heart was being ripped open. There was a raw tearing pain throbbing through him.
This person must be buried in his memories, but he still could not remember anything. History and memories may be empty in him, but he was sure that his soul had remembered.
However, once he said that word, everything was over.
Alright, he answered.
Alright, he agreed.
Alright, he was willing.
Not long after, Yan Huan received her divorce agreement. She retrieved a box of cigarettes and took one out. With trembling hands, she picked up her lighter and lit it, taking one puff after the other. Even after the smoke had drifted away, her eyes remained hazy.
Freedom, she was finally free.
Lu Yi was still the same. She did not need to go over personally, as he had sent the divorce agreement over. She was an unattached person again. She placed her cigarette near her lips, the red gloss reflecting off her trembling hand.
Their relationship was shattered. No one mentioned anything about affairs or other matters. Now that everything was public, they could never be together again in this lifetime. She looked the same as the photograph. Few could look as pretty as her on an identity card. The heavens had given her a decent physical appearance, but even with her pretty face, she had to go through a divorce.
She put down the divorce agreement and started smoking again. She had gotten addicted to smoking recently. She would not drink, as alcohol was too harmful to her health. She had nothing except her body now. She had to live well and continue living.
Song Xihua could no longer stand her. He snatched away the cigarette in Yan Huan’s hand.
“If you want to die, this is not the way. You might as well jump into the Sea River.”
“Did I say that I want to die?” Yan Huan lifted her eyes briefly. Her red lips were still soft. She retrieved another cigarette from the box and lit it again.
“Okay, no more snatching.” She exhaled a mouthful of smoke. The present her was elegant, gorgeous but unworldly.
“If you take this away, I will have another. Can you confiscate all the cigarettes in the world?” Yan Huan took another smoke, enjoying the exchange between the smoke and the air in her lungs. Lu Yi always smelled clean. He never smelled of cigarettes or alcohol.
And now, she could smell that she no longer had the scent of fresh natural cotton. She had given up on herself, or she could no longer care.
She had lived two lifetimes now. Even if she had to die now, she no longer had regrets.
“What, why are you still here?” Yan Huan exhaled once again, her eyes squinting as she looked at him with hazy eyes. “I’m divorced now. Your manager may begin to clear your name.”
“You know that I don’t want this. I am not so despicable.” Song Xihua sat facing Yan Huan. “I do not need such popularity, I do not need fame.”
“I know.” Yan Huan retrieved yet another cigarette. She wanted to taint her fingers and her scent with it. “That was why I looked for you and not others back then. I know we are friends. ”
This made Song Xihua’s heart ache even more.
“You knew what I was thinking?”
“I was married.”
“I know.”
“I am now divorced.” Yan Huan exhaled the smoke lightly. “I want to spend the rest of my life in solitude, without the involvement of any man.”
“Including me?” Song Xihua laughed miserably. Perhaps he had known this from the start, he had understood. But even then, he wanted to try. Maybe there was a possibility, just maybe. But it seemed that he was wrong yet again.
Yan Huan snuffed out the cigarette in her hand. The emotions flowing through her eyes seemed to be shrouded by a cloud of mist.
“Including me?” Song Xihua asked once again.
“Yeah…” Yan Huan answered lightly. “You included, and him.”
She wanted to be alone. She wanted to be in silence.
She was not going to think of anyone, or love anyone.
She was just waiting for time and death.
I have always wondered if my memory was living at the end of this long street, while the death of my life cycle was at the other end of the street.
I am always hiding between dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the dark nights singing of nightmares, of splendors, and of the place where memories came from.
