Pristine Darkness

Chapter 58

Argh. As we turn our attention now to Fu Ziyu and Han Yumeng, and the sweetness of 'one day' in their (reunited) lives, prepare for heartbreak. That's all I'll say . . .

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Translator: shl

Editor/ Proofreader: Anks

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Fu Ziyu & Han Yumeng's Side Story

'One Day' (Part 1)

In truth, I was dead since the day you left me.

The shell of my body* which remained was tranquil and even-tempered, and I passed my days calmly and steadily.

*T/N 躯壳 (qu qiao) - refers to the body as a housing for the soul

I even thought I was living a particularly vigorous and active life.

-- Fu Ziyu

I've had a dream since the time I was very, very young.

I dreamt of being with you, that we would be inseparable even in old age.

-- Han Yumeng

Outside the window, the rain pattered steadily, and there was no telling when it would stop. A grey mist enshrouded the earth. This city was like a dreamscape.

Fu Ziyu's hands suddenly felt a little cold. He looked down at the woman in his arms. She was sound asleep, both hands were tightly clenched as she curled up in his embrace, as if she had exhausted her entire lifetime of reserves.

Fu Ziyu could not stop looking at her. He smiled and very carefully got off the bed, making sure not to startle her.

Day had just broken. It felt as if everything was still asleep.

In a short while, he emerged from the kitchen with two sets of breakfast, light and delicate. In the past few years, he had had to take care of Bo Jinyan. As a result of that, this pampered person* had developed good cooking skills.

*T/N 双手不沾阳春水 (shuang shou bu zhan yang chun shui) - a version of 十指不沾阳春水, where 双手 = both hands and 十指 (shi zhi) - ten fingers. 阳春 = spring time in March i.e. very cold weather; 阳春水 = very cold water. The metaphor usually refers to a young lady whose hands do not have to touch cold water i.e. do her own washing even in the coldest weather. In general, a pampered young lady who does not do her own housework.

Han Yumeng had already woken up, and was sitting by the side of the bed, combing her hair. Her pajama top was sliding off one shoulder, and her crow-black hair was still a little messy. In that split second, Fu Ziyu felt like he had gone back in time to that year, when his delicate lady, so pleased with herself, had sat on his shirt, combing her beautiful hair.

Uncontrollable feelings. It turned out that, in that precise moment, the emotion in his heart was just like the falling rain, uncontrollable.

He walked over to her and hugged her from behind. Han Yumeng remained still, only gently squeezing his arms. Suddenly, his passion overcame him, and he pushed her onto the bed once again and kissed her frenziedly. Han Yumeng could see the sky outside the window clearly, but she could not discern the expression in his eyes. The emotion in his eyes had always been as clear as water, easily read. However, right now, it was as if an entire world was concealed in his eyes.

She made up that entire world. From the day she returned, his only focus had been to watch over her, hold her, listen to her, not let her be afraid.