Pure Darkness

Chapter 58

Fu Ziyu & Han Yumeng Side Story

Oi! I am an article!

‘One Day’ (Part 1)

Actually, I've been dead since the day you left me.

Oi! I am an article!

My body shell* was left calm and quiet, and I passed through my days quietly and steadily.

*T/N (qu qiao) – refers to the body as a home for the soul

I even thought that I was living a very vibrant and active life.

— Fu Ziyu's

Oi! I am an article!

I've been dreaming since I was very, very young.

I dream with you, that we will not be separated even in old age.

— Han Yumeng's

Outside the window, it was raining heavily, and no one knew when it would stop. A gray mist envelops the earth. This city is like a dreamland.

Fu Ziyu's hand suddenly felt a little cold. He looked at the woman in his arms. He was sound asleep, both of his hands clenched tightly as he curled up in his arms, as if he had exhausted his entire life reserve.

Fu Ziyu could not stop staring at him. She smiled and very carefully got out of bed, making sure not to surprise him.

The day just broke. It felt as if everything was still asleep.

In a short time, she emerged from the kitchen with two sets of breakfasts, light and soft. In the past few years, he had to look after Bo Jinyan. As a result, this spoiled person* has developed good cooking skills.

*T/N (shuang shou bu zhan the chun shui) – version , where \= both hands and (shi zhi) – ten fingers. \= spring time in March is very cold weather; \= very cold water. Metaphor usually refers to a young woman whose hands do not have to touch cold water, washing herself even in the coldest weather. In general, a spoiled young woman who does not do homework on her own.

Han Yumeng was already awake, and was sitting on the side of the bed, combing her hair. His pyjamas top was off one shoulder, and his crow's black hair was still a little messy. In that split second, Fu Ziyu felt like going back to that year, when her gentle woman, who was very pleased with herself, sat on her shirt, combing her beautiful hair.

Feelings that are out of control. It turned out that, right at that moment, the emotions in his heart were like a rain falling, uncontrollable.

He walked towards her and hugged her from behind. Han Yumeng remained silent, only gently squeezing her arm. Suddenly, his passion overpowered him, and he pushed him into bed once more and kissed him madly. Han Yumeng could see the sky outside the window clearly, but she could not see the expression in her eyes. The emotions in his eyes were always as clear as water, easy to read. However, right now, it was as if the entire world was hidden in his eyes.

He made the whole world. From the day she returned, her only focus was to watch her, hug her, listen to her, not let her be afraid.

After making out for a while, they decided to have breakfast. He said, “This is very delicious.” Fu Ziyu smiled faintly and said, “Really? I miss the year when we both just got into university, and you made me a heart-shaped seafood pizza to celebrate that occasion.” Han Yumeng looked at him and her tears started to fall. He just continued to smile softly and calmly, as if he had no inkling of all the crises they were facing.

It was summer. The neighboring lake is covered with lotus leaves, giving rise to the impression of a vast expanse of green, rippling water, abundant green. They walked by the lake for a while until they became hot. The sky was also bright, and the merchants and hawkers set up their stalls. He bought ice cream for her to eat. Han Yumeng held it and said, “I haven't had matcha.” ice cream in a long time Fu Ziyu said, “Really? What flavor do they have there?” He replied, “Sweet wood, cocktails; South American Flavors are generally more popular.” “Oh,” says Fu Ziyu.

When he had finished his ice cream, Fu Ziyu stood up and said, “Let's watch the movie.”

Han Yumeng felt a bit worried. However, Fu Ziyu said, with a faint smile, “It's okay, there are a lot of people in the cinema. Nothing bad can happen there.”

For no reason, Han Yumeng's heart ached. He has told her that he has been forced to do some bad things over the years he was held captive by a serial killer. As a result, he had to avoid the police; as a result, it took him a long time to acknowledge their relationship; as a result, they could not tell Bo Jinyan. He did not comment after he finished speaking, and completely did not tell anyone about his whereabouts, not even his best friend, Bo Jinyan. His words at this moment, was it just to comfort him that there was no risk of being exposed, or had he already noticed something?

But he's right. There are so many cinemas, so many people. Although they might not be able to hide from the killer, and despite the fact that he would be angry, he would not be able to ambush them in public.

So, they actually went to watch a movie.

They watch newly released romantic thriller. At first, the scene was very beautiful and pure, with many poetic meanings. However, when a ruthless killer appeared on the screen, Han Yumeng turned her gaze away, unwilling to look. But, his eyes were clear and cold. Just like in previous years, that girl hated evil and bravely opposed it. And, at this moment, in the dim hall of the cinema, Fu Ziyu turned his head and looked at him, for a long time.

Then, the female lead hugged the male lead, sobbing. He said they were not meant to be together. He said, in the end, the sky was very high, and very blue. He said, it was not destined for him to be by his side. And, the grim and resolute male lead continued to embrace him, a lifetime of sadness in his eyes.

Han Yumeng covered her face with her hands and cried silently. Fu Ziyu's eyes also looked teary-eyed. At the end of the film, he said softly and hoarsely, “Joe, do you think they are both like us?” Han Yumeng's voice choked with sobs as she instinctively rejected the idea. “No, not at all!” He held her hand and said, “OK, we are not like them.”

They had lunch in the shopping mall. Due to habit, Fu Ziyu took her to a restaurant that sold live seafood. Only after he sat did he remember, and said, “Sorry, I forgot you don't really like eating fish.” Han Yumeng did not like to eat fish; on a floating ship bound for South America, she felt nauseous every day due to the fishy smell. However, he just smiled and said, “It's okay, I'll eat.”

When the dishes arrived, next of them made a move to eat. Fu Ziyu picked up an entire fish with his chopsticks and placed it on his plate. He then picked up some lotus root slices and shredded meat and served her, saying, “Let’s divide the work. What you cannot finish eating, I will eat – just like before.”

Han Yumeng replied, “Ah, ok.” At that moment, she felt a great sense of peace in her heart. Indeed, it was such that she felt the sheer greed of wanting to hold on to this tender, safe moment. She looked at him and laughed.

On the other hand, Fu Ziyu was stilled in amazement. “This is the first time you’ve laughed so happily in the past few days. It’s beautiful.”

Han Yumeng was stunned. However, she heard him say, softly, “It’s just as I remember.”

They at rather slowly, so it was afternoon by the time they finished. What should the two of them do now? In that case, they might as well stroll around the shopping mall together. Fu Ziyu had always paid particular attention to his dressing and appearance, and some of this had even rubbed off on those two otakus, Bo Jinyan and An Yan, this helping them develop better taste. At this moment, looking at the dazzling array of autumn wear, he said, “Come with me! I’m going to pick some new clothes. You should pick some, too, the season is going to change soon.”

Han Yumeng said, “No need.” However, he insisted on holding her hand, and smiled slightly as he said, “Before, didn't you used to like giving me ties, shirts, and belts? And you even secretly saved your allowance to buy it for me. You also love the dress I gave you. Let's buy a few days.” Han Yumeng found herself being pulled by him. He walked faster, and his footsteps were light. After a while, he could not help but laugh.

The day passed quickly. The two held a big ice drink in their hands, just like many young couples on romantic dates. In the women's clothing store, she held her drink, she chose clothes for him, her taste was perfect, she stood behind him, always with a hint of glint in her eyes. He tried on the clothes, one by one. Under the excessive praise from the sales assistant, and Fu Ziyu's extremely deep yet gentle gaze, she seemed to recall the shame of her youth, as well as the bright determination to face the future bravely, she seemed to remember the shame of her youth, whatever happens. Then, after discussing, they decided on a few things, he paid the bill, and they continued their journey.

It is much simpler in a men's clothing store, because the taste is perfect. He had only picked two items, but those two items were a perfect fit for him when he tried them out. He also chooses something for her, and she is completely clear about her size and shape, as well as the most appropriate color for him. He did not even try anything he chose, but directly paid the bill.

“Hei,” he asked with a laugh, “does all the doctors in the country have such high salaries?”

He laughed as he replied, “Yes. Currently, I am a very good doctor, and I am also a partner in our company.”

Then Fu Ziyu entered the changing room, and Han Yumeng waited outside. After some time, when he looked up, he saw that he had already changed and came out. He suddenly felt that the man in front of him was something foreign.

His short hair was very neat, whereas before his hair was fluffy. He was wearing a jet black suit with a light-colored shirt, his eyebrows and jaw line were soft yet very handsome. His hands were smooth and slender, the typical hands of a surgeon. He was no longer a passionate boy in his early twenties; he was thirty years old, a calm and composed young man, no matter in any situation or place.

Han Yumeng looked at him, kept looking at him from behind, and felt stupid. A thought surfaced in his mind – him, surprisingly, exactly as he had imagined at the age of thirty.