845: Chapter 269: The Death of the Famous General (Part 2) 845: Chapter 269: The Death of the Famous General (Part 2) Sura gently struggled free from Ye Yinzhu’s embrace, “Do you still remember the day I said I had something to ask you?”
Ye Yinzhu nodded and said, “After that, we rushed to assist Holy Light City and never had the time to ask.
What is it you want to say?”
Sura lifted her head, her beautiful eyes already veiled in mist, “Yin Zhu, tell me, what is the other sense you’ve lost?”
In an instant, Ye Yinzhu’s body went pletely rigid.
Sura’s simple question had penetrated his strong Original Force and his solidified spirit.
Ever since he brought Sura back to Qin City, he had been masking it well.
Remembering what had transpired after the battle with Faran in Qin City, he immediately realized that the Saintess of Light, Marina, must have said something to Sura.
Because only she had witnessed the situation at the time, and it was right after Sura returned from burying Sloan with her that the change happened.
“Sura, don’t be like this,” Ye Yinzhu raised his hand to grasp Sura’s.
Sura’s figure shifted lightly, stepping back, the fog in her beautiful eyes growing thicker.
During these seven days, as Ye Yinzhu quietly played the zither on the battlefield, she had always been watching him from afar.
The torment her heart endured during these seven days.
Every time she thought of Ye Yinzhu’s crystal-clear eyes, which had lost their brilliance to save her, her heart ached unbearably.
She didn’t even know how to face Haiyang, and as the seven days passed, her pain did not diminish with time but instead grew more intense.
“Yin Zhu, tell me, what other sense have you lost besides your vision?”
Ye Yinzhu knew he could not hide it any longer, he sighed softly and said, “It’s taste.”
“Taste?” Sura’s body trembled slightly, and she couldn’t help but recall Ye Yinzhu’s reaction the first time he ate the food prepared by Haiyang.
At that time, they all thought it was because Ye Yinzhu loved Haiyang so much, afraid to make her sad, that he ate everything without plaint.
But now, Sura realized that her husband had long since lost his sense of taste.
Even so, he always praised the food she made.
Yin Zhu, oh Yin Zhu, you, you…
“Sura, don’t be like that, I’m fine.
I admit, it was difficult to adapt at first when I just lost two of my senses, but now it’s nothing.
I’m already very fortunate, at least I’m alive, and I can be with you.
For me, what could be more satisfying than this?”
“Because of me, because of me, Yin Zhu, do you know?
When I chose to leave you silently, it was out of fear that I would bring disaster upon you, but in the end, it still turned out like this.
Yin Zhu, I no longer know how to face you, or how to face Sister Haiyang.
Loss of vision is such pain.
Although I guessed some of it back then, you never told me the truth.
Why, Yin Zhu, do you know?
I would rather die than see you bee like this, why didn’t you let me die…”
With a thud, Sura knelt down, covered her face with her hands, and cried bitterly.
Self-reproach and sorrow, various painful emotions, constantly assaulted her heart.
Just as she said, at this moment, she didn’t know how to face her husband.
Ye Yinzhu approached Sura, slowly squatting down in front of her, gently stroking her dark blue hair, “Foolish girl, don’t you understand yet?
In my heart, your life is more important than everything else.
If you can’t be at peace, then let me teach you a way.”
Sura paused for a moment, then slowly lifted her head, her tear-streaked face looking particularly pitiable, “What way?”
Ye Yinzhu spread his arms and embraced her, “To always love me, to take care of me, to not leave my side, to always keep yourself healthy, to bear me lots of children, to forever be my wife, to forever be the mother of my children.
What I paid for you was just a moment of pain, but you, who survived, have to pay with a lifetime.
Don’t you think that is worth it?
I think it’s very worth it, actually, I’m the one who’s gained!”
“Yin Zhu…” Sura threw herself into Ye Yinzhu’s arms, her tears spilling once more.
Her heart, wrapped in Ye Yinzhu’s tender warmth, began to peel away the pain.
She even longed to forever meld into Ye Yinzhu’s body, clinging tightly to him, muttering softly.
“I will always love you, take care of you, never leave you, always keep myself healthy, and grow old with you.
I will bear a brood of children for you, always be your wife, always be the mother of our children.”
Ye Yinzhu smiled as he felt the change in Sura’s heart, slowly standing up with her tender body in his embrace, drawing her closer to himself.
The light in his eyes softened further; he knew that Sura had accepted his words.
Indeed, what could be more worthwhile?
Actually, even if it had cost him his life back then, what would it matter?
It would have just changed the oute of that gamble.
Holy Light City.
Oliveira and Ye Yinzhu sat facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes in silence for a long time without speaking.
Though only seven days had passed, Oliveira seemed to have changed, barely in his twenties, yet with white hair emerging on his head.
His once profound eyes were now filled with blood; he had not closed his eyes to sleep for seven days and seven nights.
During these seven days, he had constantly been among the wounded, arranging for treatment for each injured person to the best of his ability.
He numbed himself with work to avoid feeling the emptiness stemming from the loss of relatives and gave himself no time for sorrow.
Oliveira’s spirit was taut to the breaking point; therefore, when Ye Yinzhu and Sura returned to Holy Light City, after seeing Oliveira, they asked everyone to leave and took him to this quiet room.
“Big brother, restrict your grief,” sighed Ye Yinzhu.
He knew that if it were him, he might not be as strong as Oliveira was now.
Oliveira didn’t cry but showed a faint bitterness on his face, “Restrain my grief?
I have no sadness or pain.
From the day I was born, everyone said I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth.
I was part of the Zi Luolan Family, the direct grandson of Maldini, the Shield of Milan.
Even though I was ranked after my two older brothers, my intelligence and talents quickly gained recognition from family members.
Even the two brothers always looked after me in everything without peting for status.
Everyone thought that I would be the next Clan Leader of the Zi Luolan Family.”
“But do you know?
Being born into such a great family as the Zi Luolan, what I loved most wasn’t the family’s status nor the powerful martial force.
What I loved the most was the warm feeling when the family was together.
Our two grandfathers, grandmothers, father, mother, two brothers, and sister—we were happiest when the entire family was together.”
“Seventeen years ago, two members of the family were lost—my father, the only son of grandfather, and mother died on the battlefield in the Northernmost Wilderness.
The whole family was grieving then, and grandfather returned from the front lines to Milan City, greeted personally by His Majesty.
Grandfather did not cry; I didn’t even see a trace of sadness on him.
Upon returning home and seeing us crying, grandfather slapped each of us and told us that father was his pride, that dying for the Empire in loyalty was the best destiny.
The Zi Luolan Family has no men who cry.”
“At that time, I was very scared, and so were my brother and sister.
We were all very young, but in my heart, I secretly resented grandfather because it was grandfather who took father and mother to the battlefield.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have died.
But a few days later, my resentment faded.
After returning home, grandfather stayed alone in his room for three whole days without ing out, drinking a drop of water, or eating a bite of food.
When he emerged from the room three days later, his original golden hair had turned as white as snow.
Even though I was very young then, I knew that grandfather’s grief was heavier than any of us.
Losing his only son in old age, how could he not suffer?”
“Grandfather still did not cry, letting not a trace of sadness show.
He stood as straight as ever, his shoulders as firm and broad as before.
And he left, back among the soldiers of the Northern Legion, back to Holy Light City.
Then I realized the glory of the Zi Luolan Family came at such a cost.
From that day, the family grew much colder, for we had lost two dearly beloved.”
“I began to train desperately in martial skills and study military strategies diligently.
Do you know why?
Because I hoped that I could join the battlefield as soon as possible.
Father and mother were already dead; I couldn’t afford to lose grandfather as well.
I wanted to bee talented early on, to take over grandfather’s place on the battlefield, unwilling to see any family member leave me.”
Oliveira laughed, but his laugh was uglier than crying.
Ye Yinzhu kept quiet, just quietly listening to his outpouring, but his own eyes were gradually reddening.
“My efforts were not in vain.
Very quickly, I became the strongest student at the Milan Magic Martial Academy, unrivaled in both the Martial Arts Department and the Magic Department.
My life was smooth; I met you.
From that time, my life trajectory began to change.
We fought together, we grew together, and though I couldn’t pare to a genius like you, I had reached Zi rank by my twenties.
This was something that I had never thought about before.
But at that moment, grandfather expelled me from the family.”
At this point, Oliveira was visibly agitated; his voice was even starting to choke, his eyes were bright red, his fists clenched tight.
(To be continued.
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