"If I can make you happy, why would you leave me?" Mo Chuan couldn't help but tighten his arms around her waist.
She was silent for a while and replied slowly: "Happiness is short-lived, freedom is permanent. Between happiness and freedom, I choose freedom."
"I give you freedom. I will not restrict any of your actions. You can do whatever you want and go wherever you want..." he said hurriedly.
"No." She said softly, opening her eyes that had been closed.
Those eyes were still as clear as water, which only made his heart move.
"That's different." She interrupted him and said softly: "The freedom I want is different from the freedom you want to give me. What I want is the vast sky, but you can create A huge cage, in which I can fly freely, but I can never fly to the sky outside the cage. This... is not what I want."
Mo Chuan was silent for a moment, "What if I could give you what you want?"
"No, you can't." She smiled slightly, then shook her head slightly, "Because your identity determines that you can't help yourself. You live in a cage, and you will take me into that cage with you. Even if you want to give it to me, you can't."
Mo Chuan looked at her with some confusion, and found that he could not understand her words.
How could he be living in a cage? He is the emperor! He can go wherever he wants, no one can control him or restrict him!
But then, he understood.
Yes, he did live in a big cage, but the cage was so big that he never noticed it.
But she discovered it.
Mo Chuan gritted his teeth and held back the bone-gnawing heartache.
Because he knew that he couldn't keep her, he couldn't keep her anymore.
He hugged her tightly and buried his head in her long black soft hair.
She felt the wetness in her hair.
"Mo Chuan, the injury on your face... still hurts?"
She said softly, running her fingers through his black hair. His hair was entangled with hers and could not be separated.
"It doesn't hurt." His voice sounded muffled, with a hint of hoarseness.
The injury on his face... no longer hurts. The place that hurts is... his heart!
"It's him, Chu Shaoyang, right?"
She held his face and looked at it through the faint morning light outside the window. The scar was very deep, the muscles were outturned, and it was scary. A lot of blood must have been shed at that time.
How could such a deep stab wound not hurt
"Yes, it's him." Mo Chuan stared at her without blinking.
He didn't want to talk about Chu Shaoyang, not at all. There was not much time left for him and her. They would be separated at dawn, and he was afraid that he would never see her again after the separation.
Of course, he is the emperor and this is already the land of Dongli Kingdom. He can take her to Kyoto by force and lock her in the palace without leaving her.
She doesn't know martial arts, so she has no way of resisting.
He will touch her bit by bit with his sincerity and make her stay with him willingly.
But if he did that, could he really be happy
She said that to truly love someone is to take the other person's happiness as happiness and the other person's pain as pain.
How could he smile when he saw her face had lost its smile!
"Where are you going to go tomorrow?" He endured it again and again, and finally asked.