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200 Years Ago… That Very Day
Yu Sui sat silently beside Mo Yan, gently offering him an apple.
But Mo Yan's eyes were still burning red with fury
The rage over that girl, Wuzu, hadn't left him.
Mo yan snatched the apple from Yu suie's hand and bit into it with a soft smile, trying to lighten the air.
But pain suddenly shot through his body
His wound was still fresh.
He winced.
Yu suie reached forward instinctively, holding him steady.
Without saying a word, Yu Sui leaned closer and began to re-dress Mo Yan's wound with quiet care.
His touch was gentle… familiar.
Some time passed…
They remained in the same room.
Mo Yan now sat beside the table, his face still unreadable.
Yu Sui was quietly seated beside him, his eyes flickering with thought.
Suddenly, Mo Yan asked:
"Do you remember anything?"
The question hung in the air like a whisper from another lifetime.
Yu Sui paused.
Then slowly… something sparked in his mind.
Without a word, he lifted his finger and traced an incantation into the air.
A gentle swirl of light responded
A flute appeared, suspended in the air, glowing faintly.
Yu Sui reached out and caught it.
And then… he played.
A melody filled the room....soft, heart-stirring, and impossibly beautiful.
He named it:
"There may be thousands of kinds of flowers,
But the flower of love blooms only once
And only by the true touch of two hearts."
As he played, a memory returned to him
A fleeting moment from the past…
A time when everything was simpler,
And love was not buried beneath pain.