"Yu Ji!" His voice roared and echoed through the vast dry land together with the sound of her heartbeat. He rushed to her side, lifting her body up, praying to god that she would survive.
"Forgive me...King Xiang..." She lifted her hand that was covered in her own blood and touched his face, her breathing was so shallow that it could stop anytime soon. The pain from the sword-inflicted injury seemed to be spreading to all over her body.
"Yu Ji! Why?!"
Because this is my fault, King Xiang. I am the one to be blamed for your downfall.
Do you know what is fate? Do you believe in reincarnation? Do you believe in...karmic debts from your past life that you owe to others?
"Yes, I know. I know, now I'm hanging up okay? It's my turn soon," she tapped on the red button on her phone and placed it on the dressing table before her while she stared into the mirror. She saw hands fumbling around with her face and hair. They patted powder onto her face, drew her eyebrows, shaded her eyes and tinted her lips. Her hair was straightened and combed into a sleek hair style, with strands framing the sides of her face.
"Okay! We're set! Now go, go and change!" She was hurriedly ushered into another corner where racks of clothes were being pushed around. She stood still while there were two women retrieving a set of outfit hanged on the racks with a tag of her name and they immediately undressed her, changing her bathrobe into the outfit she was designated to wear. Lastly, she slipped into a pair of white glossy high heels and strutted out of the backstage as her manager cheered on her.
"Go, Yu Ji! Go!" The blind flashes of camera were on her the moment she appeared from behind the black curtains. She ensured her eyes were never squinted despite the endless flashing of reporters' cameras. She took her first step and followed the model in front of her, the stage was wider than the previous one she walked on. She smiled at cameras and looked around, searching for her brother who called earlier. He was definitely sitting on the front row, for she was the one who got him the ticket. When she found him, she smiled at him while he waved in return. Then he proceeded to talk to the man next to him, all the while pointing at his sister.
Their eyes met, after so long, after thousands of years. The deafening trending pop music was suddenly blocked out of their ears and their world turned silent, the only sound they could hear was their hearts. Their hearts raced rapidly and they only beat faster as she strutted closer. Unbelievably, they both each shed a tear they never noticed.
What they had gone through in their past lives, whatever that had happened, they had forgotten them and they were reincarnated endless times. However, perhaps it was an experience too priceless for even the water of oblivion to erase, such that those tears filled with sadness couldn't help but roll down.
The sky was greying, the rain clouds were gathering. The atmosphere was solemn, it was so solemn that no one dared to talk. Everyone was secretly grieving their fate, they were hopeless. She looked around, she no longer saw the fiery energy that they once had in them. She only saw despair. She did not know what to say either. She saw the scene that stabbed a thousand of needles at her heart, the injured were laying on the grounds, looking up the greying sky helplessly. Her heart clenched harder than she could ever bear, it was so painful for her to see them like this. She turned around, her heavy steps took her to the giant tent set up before her. Entering it, she did not find him anywhere, so she exited it from the other curtains and there she found him, standing still gazing at nothing but the horizon. Her tears were trickling furiously but she made no crying sound. She was in too much pain to sob. Thus she gently took her steps towards him and laid her head on his back, feeling the warmth of his body and put both her hands around his waist. Her tears had wet his robes and he knew, but he was in too much pain as well to wipe her tears away. No, he thought that he no longer had the rights to wipe away her tears, because he was the one who caused her to cry.
He pulled her hands away and turned his body around, seeing her red lids and nose. She must have cried for some time. It pained him to see her in this state and he just embraced her tightly. It was the comfort that they both needed, until she pulled away.
"King Xiang, would you like to see your consort dance?" She smiled.
"Of course." He replied too, with a smile.