[FANFIC] The Blind Concubine

Good End Pt.1

It was Fall.

The wind breeze started to turn cold and send shivers through the body. The sun begun to hide itself often as it succumbed behind the heavy curtains of the grey skies.

This season was a good representation of Wen Mu Yan's heart these passing 10 years.

Empty. . .

Lonely. . .

Grey, the color of dullness.

The blazing fire of hate died down, put out by the yearly rain.

During such moments, the memories of his darling cat Yu Li snuggling on his lap and the high pitched voice of Xiao Bao would serve as comfort.

But now his lap was cold. Everyday there was silence.

Those memories were slowly being pulled away by time. . . like Autumn leaves taken away by the breeze till it disappears.

Leaving him all alone.

"Your Grace, a letter arrived for you." his only attendant said to him.

"Put it away. . . like always. . ." Just like always. . .

He started receiving letters from Jue Yu a year after he moved into this place. Written on it was probably about how they were living, about Xiao Bao who he forcefully separated himself with. How he was growing up by their side.

But he never read them.

He. . . Wei Mu Yan. . . didn't want to hear about it. From time to time his attendant would try and convince him to listen. But no.

If he listens. . . then he might start missing them. If he listens, he might just cry.

Crying. . . it was most of what he did this whole time.

This attendant arrived to take care of him a few years ago and was sure to be his person. Well he was blind, alone, he couldn't do everything. She was nice and would often tell him news about what was happening outside and the gossips of the townspeople.

The Empress Dowager died.

How? . . . He doesn't know.

The weight of his shoulders lightened. That woman died. That hateful woman died, finally she DIED.

She took away his sight. She took away the fragile life that was important to him. She brought him pain, suffering, slowly like being whipped over and over and now. . . she's dead!

"..."

But so what. . . what was he supposed to do now. . .

Even his hatred was taken away. Like the things he held dear.

He thought that his frail body would grant him an earlier death to escape the emptiness he felt but it seemed that due to the care he received from this person, he kept getting better and healthier in each passing year. . .

Ironic isn't it?

The duvet he always sat on started to worn down. He. . . was also worn out. . .

"Sister Yan. . . i'll be out for a walk, don't follow me."

"Your Grace, Be careful."

He needed to breathe.

Wen Mu Yan had been walking on the same road for years so she didn't need to accompany him, he preferred to be alone. She understood. To her, this was his only enjoyment. What she didn't knew was that he tripped a number of times at the beginning and these experiences made him remember the path.