The General's Darling Is Delicate-Chapter 440 - 301: Dying for Her, Part 2

Unfortunately, he is not.

He cannot reach that time and space, nor can he protect her for lifetimes.

Grandmaster cannot save him.

Her temporal energy is nearly depleted; if it is used to save him, Nuannuan won’t be able to return.

He slowly turns his head to the side, too weak to speak, only able to clutch at Grandmaster’s robe.

Shen Ruosui knelt down, holding his icy hand, "I know, I know! I’m sorry..."

His pale lips curled slightly, too late to see his beloved Little Princess one last time, his hand grasping Shen Ruosui’s robe fell heavily into the snow.

"Husband—"

This delayed call of husband seemed to reach Yelyu Lie.

The amber pupils gradually dilated, reflecting only the pretty face of a girl.

Yun Chunnuan’s vision darkened, her whole body collapsing onto the man’s gradually cold chest.

In the darkness, she heard a gentle woman’s voice, "Little Nuannuan, walk forward, don’t look back."

As if it were a dream of yellow millet, Yun Chunnuan followed the gentle female voice, walking on and on.

"Little Seven."

Suddenly, a warm male voice rang again.

Yun Chunnuan’s steps halted.

"Why don’t you remember me? Why did you abandon me? Why couldn’t you give me a chance?"

It’s that lunatic!

Even in her daze, Yun Chunnuan’s anger could be instantly ignited hearing that voice!

She was about to respond.

The gentle female voice turned stern, "Do not respond! Do not look back! Keep walking! Walk quickly!!!"

In the darkness, Yun Chunnuan could see nothing, only the two voices constantly tugging at her mind.

She stopped, lost and not knowing where to go.

In front of her, a scene suddenly appeared of a man lying in a pool of blood, so much blood staining the pristine snow a glaring scarlet!

"Can you call me husband once?"

A third voice appeared, coming from behind her.

In an instant, Yun Chunnuan’s tears fell like rain.

Just as she was about to turn around, about to respond, she heard a baby’s crying, "Mama! Mama! I don’t want Daddy! I want Mama! I want Mama!"

Yun Chunnuan awoke as if from a dream.

She couldn’t turn back and couldn’t be swayed by any voice!

She had to go home; her husband was not dead, and Dora was still waiting for her...

Strengthening her resolve, she kept comforting herself, yet the tears in her eyes wouldn’t stop no matter what.

A man clumsily flying a kite, his silly smile, so clearly and deeply etched in her mind.

"Little fool, let’s make a promise."

"On the third of March next year, let’s fly a kite together, alright?"

Alright.

Alright.

We’ve made a promise, we must go to the prairie to fly a kite.

*

As winter passed and spring came, in the blink of an eye it was March.

Inside Heyong Palace, numerous vividly lifelike paper kites, all in the shape of eagles.

Each was different in form, no two alike.

Yun Chunnuan lay on the desk, painstakingly sketching the eagle in her heart.

Every stroke so clearly and deeply etched in her memory.

Yet for some reason, she just couldn’t draw it, no matter what she couldn’t draw the exact shape.

"Nuannuan."

After the early court session, Yelyu Lie saw his little wife was diligently painting again.

She lay in a coma for two whole months, then woke up holding him, crying uncontrollably.

Yelyu Lie didn’t know what happened.

Only knew that once her health improved, she became obsessed with making kites.

Hearing the man’s voice, Yun Chunnuan laid down her brush, burying herself in his embrace, "Husband, are you tired?"

Her smile was still so sweet, her voice still so soft.

But Yelyu Lie always felt a strange sensation.

Ever since she returned to life...

He gently caressed her soft porcelain-white face, wiping away the ink that accidentally got on it, and said warmly, "Not tired, but you, painting kites without resting, even if you like it, there’s no need. There are painters and craftsmen in the palace, you can leave it to them."

"No, things I like, I have to do myself. Husband, can you help me with a few strokes? Do you know how to draw an eagle?"

Yelyu Lie frowned, "Why must it be an eagle? So many eagles, how long will you be drawing them?"

Yun Chunnuan had experienced something in that world, but Yelyu Lie never dared to ask.

Grandmaster specifically instructed him to treat it as if she was just ill and not to mention anything about alternative time-space.

But who could endure their wife being absent-minded all day?

"Don’t you want me to soar like an eagle?"

She smiled slightly, but that smile gave Yelyu Lie an indescribable sense of strangeness.

"Nuannuan, I have never asked what happened, waiting for you to tell me voluntarily.

Dora even asked me this morning why Mommy doesn’t like to smile anymore.

How should I answer him?"

Yun Chunnuan’s smile stiffened at her lips, struggling not to recall that day, that prairie, that scarlet, and that man who gradually grew cold, his pupils dilating in front of her.

She just wanted to complete her promise with him.

Complete the promise he would never fulfill.

After that, she would forget everything.

Just three days left, three days later she would forget.

Forget the man who died in front of her, and forget everything about that world.

Just like a dream of yellow millet...

So she worked hard sketching the eagle from her dream.

Striving to fulfill the final promise.

After March 3rd, she would tell her husband everything that happened in that world.

She had also told her husband she wanted to leave the palace on March 3rd, to the field that had turned into a vegetable garden, to fly a kite, he then said that day was Valentine’s Day.

Valentine’s Day...

She thought it was Girl’s Day.

Her husband never asked about what happened in that world, and Yun Chunnuan always didn’t know where to start even when she wanted to speak.

Now he finally asked...