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“Spring ends, autumn comes again.
Who would know love is right or wrong?”
初见 【First Sight】 (Yi Language Version)
Sizhui wake up with a startle. His eyes scanning the bedchamber he’s currently reside in. Everything came crashing down once Sizhui gained his memories back. The happiness, sadness, madness and anguish. So much pain, he can’t handle it. Why now? Why did he regained his memories back after he had fallen too deeply in love with the Jin’s Empire Crown Prince.
Sizhui could feel his tears flowing down his face. He clutch his chest until his once pristine robe wrinkled. His quiet sobs slowly turn into a hysteric cries. His attending maid servants rushes to his aid, but he ignore their concerns. Instead, he asked for someone he knew to be long dead.
“Faster, call the Crown Prince here.” The head eunuch commanded the maid servant.
‘No. Not the Crown Prince.’ His mind protested.
The hurried footsteps signifies the Crown Prince’s arrival. “What happened to him?”
Sizhui’s head snapped towards the source of that voice. His eyes boring a hole into the once beloved face of his husband. The Crown Prince face twisted in pain. As if seeing Sizhui in such a state hurt him to his very soul. Jinling raised his hand, a silent command for the servants to leave them alone.
Once the servant left, Jinling slowly approach the Prince Consort. “A-yuan.” His voice is almost a whisper. And Sizhui hated it.
Sizhui’s squeeze his eyes shut. He inhale deeply, letting out a shaky breath. “Don’t you dare.” His voice hoarse from crying too much.
Jinling eyes furrowed in confusion, he extended his hand towards Sizhui. Inquiring for the Prince Consort to take it. But Sizhui shakes his head, stepping away from the Crown Prince. Creating a visible gap between them. His action causes Jinling to grab his wrist. The hold was firm and unrelenting.
“A-yuan.. what’s wrong?”
Sizhui feels his knee weaken. He dropped to the ground, dragging the Crown Prince him. He try to snatch his hand away from Jinling’s hold, though it only resulted in him being embrace by his spouse. Sizhui struggle to break free. However, the Crown Prince only tighten the hug.
Jinling’s whispered assurance only makes him cry harder.
“L-let go.” Sizhui pleads.
“No.” Jinling rejected, only to hold Sizhui in his embrace more firmly. Providing him with his body warmth and support.
Sizhui closed his eyes. His mind keep on replaying the tragic demise of his home country, the destruction of his maternal family bloodline. And he had married their murderer.