Ye Junqing grabbed her hand which was covering her face, and gently reassured her, âNo oneâs dead, who said someoneâs dead? Itâs not lifelong misfortune, it was never a lifelong misfortune, how could you think like that?â
âHow could no one be dead, that fool, that idiot, no matter what I told him, he wouldnât listen. I couldnât save him, no matter how hard I tried. Why wouldnât he listen to me? Why did he have to interfere in things that had nothing to do with him? Why did he have to show off?â
Her hand was pried open, she then grabbed onto the manâs clothes, and buried her head in his chest, biting her teeth to prevent her cries from escaping. But her back was trembling slightly from the effort to restrain herself.
She felt really guilty, an overwhelming guilt and self-blame.
Ye Junqing lifted her face, staring at her sad expression, he thought he was seeing that twelve-year-old girl again, who held his arm and pleaded with him over and over, âDonât save me, youâll die if you do. I beg you, donât save meâ¦â
Foolish girl, did she still think he would die now?
Ye Junqing felt both like laughing and crying. Was this a curse?
Couldnât she hope for better for him?
Ye Junqing comforted her softly: âDonât cry anymore, I promise you, no oneâs dead, heâs still alive and well.â
âDonât lie to me, you donât even know who it is.â
âFool. How could I not know?â
With teary eyes, Ye Xingguang looked up at him, âI donât remember telling you⦠the person is Qin Junye, is it?â
Last time she told him that the lyrics had a special meaning for one of her friends, but she didnât mention Qin Junyeâs name.
Ye Junqing wanted to tell her that he was alive and well, but before he could speak, he heard the name Qin Junye from her mouth. He was taken aback, âThis song⦠you wrote it for Qin Junye?â
Ye Xingguang nodded sadly.
Ye Junqingâs voice abruptly deepened, as if he couldnât accept it, the drastic change casting a strange shadow on his handsome face, âHow could this song be written for Qin Junye?â
In her lyrics, the two verses:
You said
Itâs alright, Iâm here
You said
I will always be
Those were clearly the words he had said to her!
âI wrote it for him, otherwise, who do you think I wrote it for?â
This man, why did he suddenly become so fierce?
She felt sad and wiped the corners of her eyes, as she gazed down, reminiscing about the boy in her memory.
âDidnât I tell you, Qin Junye once saved my life, and in the end, he died for me? This song I wrote is about this incident. I tried very hard to save him, but I couldnât save his life. So, I really wish that he had never met me. That way, maybe he wouldnât have diedâ¦â
Ye Junqing stared at her reminiscing expression intently. Was this girl sure she didnât mix up her memories?
He lifted her face with his fingers, his gaze locked on her, âAre you sure, the person who told you âItâs alright, Iâm hereâ and âI will always beâ was Qin Junye, and not someone else? Are you getting your memories mixed up?â
How could that Qin Junye, who came from a line of farmers, say the same words as him?
Ye Xingguang knocked his hand away, âYouâre the one whoâs getting your memories mixed up. If I canât remember who saved me, do I even deserve to be saved by Qin Junye?â
Ye Junqing scoffed. Who knew if her mind was addled, how else could she misattribute the words he had said to her, to that certain Qin Junye?