Song Dingxiang [Completed]

C90. The End.

Chapter 90

As one grows older, their body is not as strong as before. A slight cold could confine them to bed, gradually weakening them.

Song Dingxiang lay in bed, feeling utterly weak. She struggled to breathe, opening her eyes. In the blurry vision, she saw another figure with white hair and a slightly stooped posture.

"Zhou...Ge," she felt like she was exerting a lot of effort to call out, but her voice only turned into a gasp.

The figure approached and gently placed his thin, aged hand on Song Dingxiang's forehead, smoothing her messy white hair. "My dear, are you awake?"

"Zhou Ge..." Song Dingxiang struggled to sit up.

Zhou Yinuo brought a cushion to support her back, helping the increasingly frail woman sit more comfortably.

"Have some water," Zhou Yinuo held a teacup, his once steady hand now trembling slightly, but he carefully brought the cup to Song Dingxiang's lips.

Song Dingxiang took a few sips of water and looked out the window. It was now spring, with birds chirping, flowers blooming, and the sun shining bright. In the distance, the sounds of children playing could be heard, comforting to the ears.

"Zhou Ge, I...I may be...leaving soon," Song Dingxiang held Zhou Yinuo's hand.

The two had spent over fifty years together and were now in their sixties, nearing their seventies. In those days, reaching one's sixties or seventies was considered long life, enviable.

She remembered her grandmother, Li shi, who passed away at the ripe age of eighty. Even the emperor had written a eulogy, highlighting her importance.

Zhou Yinuo gently patted Song Dingxiang's hand, saying, "Yes, you go first, wait for me by the Naihe Bridge. I will take care of things here and come find you. Don't leave on your own, I fear I won't be able to find you. They say it's dark below, what if you get scared without me, lost without me..."

Song Dingxiang smiled, trying to imprint Zhou Yinuo's image in her mind and on her heart. The person she used to see with her eyes now seemed never enough to see clearly.

"Then you...you must hurry. After all, I...I am so precious. If...if someone else snatches me...you won't even have time to cry."

"Yes, don't worry..." Zhou Yinuo promised, "I will come find you once I have everything in order, trust me."

Her hand grew cold, losing the warmth it once held.

Zhou Yinuo stood from the bed, planting a trembling kiss on the forehead of his beloved, wrinkled woman. "Dingxiang, take your time, remember to wait for me."

Song Dingxiang felt her body floating uncontrollably. Opening her eyes, she found herself surrounded by sparkling crystal balls. Each ball reflected her two lifetimes of experiences, shattering one by one into countless starlights.

"Where...is this?" She tried to stand but realized she had turned into a formless entity, floating ceaselessly in this strange space. Suddenly, a force pulled her uncontrollably towards a direction, and she was engulfed in a golden light.

"Outside, the lilacs are blooming just right. What do you think of naming her Dingxiang after them?"

"Wouldn't that be a bit too old-fashioned?"

"Old-fashioned? Wow, do you even have any sense of aesthetics? The lilac flower symbolizes innocence, joy, and youth. Don't you want your daughter to be the most innocent, joyful princess?"

"Of course, I do. Okay, let's name her Dingxiang. Oh dear, look, Dingxiang has opened her eyes. She must also really like this name, right?"

"I named her, so of course, she will like it!"