After a year, the Hezhou Rebellion finally subsided. Then came a festive bash and… a farewell to the heroes.
Her Majesty the Queen held a state funeral for the fallen soldiers. All the martyrs were promoted to three ranks and buried in the National Cemetery of Martyrs. In another royal cemetery, a small funeral was also quietly going on.
Hua Mu was dressed in black mourning clothes, black gauze on her face, and white chrysanthemum on her chest, standing in front of the mausoleum where she would be buried in the future in a widow's dress.
White pillow's body was still frozen, and because the ice never melted, he had to build a huge crystal coffin. Except for the mutilated left arm, the sentinel has almost no scars on other parts, and his expression is calm and lifelike.
Although there is no marriage fact, as the partner of the royal family, the body of the white pillow will be temporarily parked in the side room of Huamu's mausoleum, and will be buried together when she dies.
Today is not a good day, the misty and lingering rain is pouring down. Hua Tuo and Hua Jian couldn't accompany her because of the state funeral, and of course, Hua Mu didn't need their company - she didn't need anything anymore.
Crying hysterically, refusing to admit the truth, venting anger on others, and trying to end your life. She tried everything, but nothing worked, and in the end all that was left was numbness.
If you don't think about anything, your heart won't hurt, right
Hua Mu's personal maid, Elma, held an umbrella for her, her face full of worry.
For the first time, the side door of the dusty mausoleum was opened, and the sentry's coffin began to move slowly inside. Hua Mu supported the crystal coffin wall and followed the team forward.
There are exquisite frescoes, lifelike marble sculptures and valuable works of art, but it still cannot change its cold and gloomy fact.
The owner of the tomb should not have entered the tomb before his death, because it was too unlucky. But no one dared to dissuade her, and everyone who knew the truth felt pity for this hard-fought lover.
However, the sympathy and pity of others are always temporary, and long-term pain will only be tasted by relatives and lovers.
"I want to stay inside for a while, you all go out first."
Elma wanted to object, especially since Hua Mu had been shortsighted before. But she couldn't say it, and for the bereaved guides and sentinels, the rest of their lives were mostly wasted.
Although most members of the royal family are not life-threatening due to the death of their partner, their lifespan is too short for ordinary sentinels and guides. The lack of a partner's comfort is one reason, and the more important reason is the long-term pain and longing.
"White pillow..."
Through the crystal and ice, Hua Mu saw the calm and peaceful face of the sentinel. The layer of ice that finally wrapped the white pillow could not be melted anyway, so there was no way to do anything with her body, Hua Mu couldn't even touch her for the last time.
"White pillow." She murmured the sentinel's name, attached, reluctant and resentful.
Hua Mu's heart was full of pain and hatred, and it was not aimed at anyone. If she had to say something, it was probably her dissatisfaction with her fate.
She recalled all the past, recalled the joy and expectations that she had been full of, recalled those innocent expectations, and her heart was as painful as Ling Chi. Memories were sharpened into sharp daggers, mocking her ignorance.
Just over a year ago, love was far from her. She was troubled and troubled by the sour love that could not be explained, and she was overjoyed by the vague possibility. That girl's heart is full of twists and turns, even the unease is sweet.
But now, the one who is so far away from her is her lover. Her lover is a sentinel who has saved countless lives and is called a martyr. She is the youngest major general in the empire. Like every soldier who died in this brutal war, she is a worthy hero.
How painful is this fact
When Hua Wushang passed away, Hua Mu was deeply shocked. However, she felt nothing when she lost the white pillow. She could only see the white light in front of her, only hear the rumbling humming, and only perceive the cold all over her body.
what happened
When Hua Mu lay on the suspended stretcher, there was only one thought in his mind: what happened
She had never felt this way. Is the body cold or hot? Is the heart beating fast or slow? Does time stop or speed up
All the senses were suddenly out of control, and she tasted the upside-down taste of her soul.
Ah, this is death.
In the spring of nineteen, Hua Mu knew the feeling of death. It is because of the connection of the heart, because of the connection of the soul, that the death experience of the partner is clearly transmitted to her body.
This is also the reason why sentinels and guides are often unable to live alone after they form partners.
How can we live when we experience the pain of death
Hua Mu has not shed a single tear in the first three days, how can the dead feel sadness? Until Bai Zhen's body was finally freed from the ice, until she saw Bai Zhen's face with her own eyes, until she finally touched the coldness with her own eyes.
But it's not very painful, it's more emptiness than pain. Body, heart and soul are empty everywhere. It was only then that she suddenly realized that Luna... was gone.
Gone, nothing, and her future.
"White pillow..."
Hua Mu sat down slowly with her back against the coffin wall, feeling the coldness that came from it. The extreme cold ends with warmth, the same signal of cell death.
"Woooooo... white pillow... "
But the nineteen-year-old girl, who was full of longing for love not long ago, was full of predictable happy future not long ago.
But now, there is nothing left.
Too early to feel the ultimate happiness, but also too early to feel the ultimate pain.
It turned out that at this moment, she really lived on the desert island - without her lover by her side, the desert island was in her heart.
The sky is getting dark, and night is coming.
Looking at the flower cluster that had been waiting in the rain for more than two hours, Elma asked worriedly, "Your Majesty, do you want to... bring the eldest lady back?"
Huatuo did not bring any other entourage, only the Faceless stood behind her to hold an umbrella for her.
"No need, let's wait for her to figure it out for herself."
"Then you..."
Hua Tu didn't know how to comfort Hua Mu at all, and even felt ashamed to appear in front of her. White pillow died because of saving Huazheng, this is an unchangeable fact. As Hua Mu once said, she sacrificed her daughter's partner for her lover.
What made her unable to face Hua Mu was the peace and joy she felt because of Hua Zheng's safe return. Life and death are like a mirror that shines in a demon, showing clearly the despicableness and selfishness of people.
Huatu couldn't even face Huazheng because of this. Every time she saw her joy, it was like a double-edged sword, cutting her relationship with Huamu and her relationship with Huazheng to pieces.
"I'll stand for a while and go."
Elma didn't dare to disturb her, and quietly walked to the other side to wait.
"this is not your fault."
The raindrops fell on the umbrella, making a clear and dull sound. The Faceless Man suddenly spoke at this moment, his tone was always cold and calm.
"Can I say that to Mumu?"
Stop deceiving yourself and others, it's her fault.
The Faceless Man was stunned into silence.
"At least it's not your fault."
The flower cluster turned to look at the faceless man's eyes, which were still emerald green eyes created by the mask, a cold virtual image.
"What's wrong?" Hua Zheng didn't seem to understand why she was surprised.
"I thought you'd say something colder."
Fingers like white jade gripped the umbrella handle tightly.
"What choice did Hua Jian make?"
Just when Huatuo thought she would say something else, the other party suddenly changed the subject.
Victory is not the end of the war, but only the beginning. The plan for the disposal of the experimental subjects created by Hanace has been debated by the parliament for a month. During this time, Du Simin and Elsa miraculously woke up.
For Hua Jian, who has given up, this matter really does not know whether to be happy or not.
But the flower cluster has not seen him so happy for too long, even if it may be just an illusion, it can't bear to destroy it.
"He was struggling. If it was in the past, he might have ignored everything for the sake of Simin. But now, Mumu's situation..."
Yes, how can a father leave his daughter who has just lost the love of his life? But if he chooses Du Simin, he must give up all the extraneous things such as the title and wealth to atone for his sins. And this also means that Hua Mu will lose his father after losing his lover.
Moreover, he also has the same worries as the flower cluster, and the happiness obtained in this way seems to be at the expense of the happiness of his daughter.
"Hasn't he struggled with Du Simin's identity?"
Flower Cluster sighed, "Maybe, but you know, the same looks, the same memories, and the exact same personality are too hard to resist. We don't have religious beliefs, so we can't expect the afterlife at all. Get together or continue the relationship in the next life. The happiness that can be grasped in front of the eyes is the only real thing, and Ajian has no such hesitation."
"Is that so..." Huazheng whispered as if replying to the flower cluster, and whispered to himself, "If he makes up his mind, I don't mind providing him with serum."
"Let's talk about it..." Hua Tuo turned his eyes to Hua Mu's direction again, "Everything will be discussed after the pain has passed."
"Um."
But Huazheng knew that this pain could not pass. Although she couldn't feel the feelings, she clearly knew the fact. Just like Hua Jian, after so many years, she still hasn't survived this pain, so she will be reckless when she regains hope.
As long as the white pillow is not there, no one can be happy, and no one will have a happy ending.
From this moment... No, from the moment the White Pillow was sacrificed, everyone fell on their own deserted island.