Chapter 1
a nerium oleander
Part Three
•Ghosts•
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All subsequent words that Min-ge uttered were the truth, and sincerity filled how Min-ge treated him.
Right now, Xiao Lan knows there's much more to Min-ge than he portrayed and Xiao Lan has more than enough patience to wait for the truth to come to light.
"Min-ge!" Xiao Lan called out excitedly as he ran after Min-ge, who was already a few meters away. "Let's go to Xian City together!"
"Hurry up, then. I can't carry you anymore, you know?"
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"Please! Someone, help us!"
A herd of horses neighed in the burning night, drowning out the desperate cries of a mother. Hooves stomped on the ground, kicking up a dust cloud in their wake. They passed by bloodied corpses, one after another. From the old to the young to even a newborn-the blood of the common people stained the earth.
The crying mother cared not for the soldiers coming and going. All she could see is the hand peeking under the rubble of what used to be her home. That hand belonged to her sweet, sweet six-year-old daughter. She was bright and lovely and knew how to coax her bear of a father.
Her daughter looked almost identical to her but her ability to coax came from her father.
Oh, her dear, cuddly husband. He often had a sour expression, as if he had eaten a bunch of sour grapes, yet his mouth was so sweet in the privacy of their abode. Their neighbors were intimidated by his large stature at first as he stood at a staggering two meters.
His bushy beard hid his adorable face and his muscular body made him look fierce, especially how his eyes always narrowed. But that was due to his poor sight.
However, just like their daughter, her husband is buried in the rubbles of what used to be their home. The fire has died but the one burning in her heart continues to grow.
Xian City has gone too far.
Their greed has grown too deep.
They reached out their covetous hands to villages that has no strength to fight back. They attacked with the intent to seize their lands and the people. They came without warning, killing those who resisted.
The mother curses those people for their viciousness and cruelty. They didn't even spare the old, the young, her daughter. Resentment brewed in her heart but the powerlessness in her hands could do nothing to avenge her loved ones.
Why did she alone survive this catastrophe?
Why did she have to witness so many deaths, when she could have been one of them instead?
She could have been with her lovely daughter and cuddly husband but fate said otherwise.
The flames continue to burn... as well as the hatred of those who survived this tragedy.
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Fanfiction"yun-gege, may we hold hands?" "yun-shifu, may i hug you?" wherein a ghost flower and a crown prince tenderly hold him in the palm of their hands.
