Chapter 218
Fangzheng nodded . "How long has it been since you have taken a look at yourself?"
Huang Lanlan was taken aback . A mirror appeared in front of her . She cried when she saw her reflection . Wasn't her reflected self that shrew that resembled a rabid dog? She started silently sobbing . She realized the problem, something she had never carefully considered . All these years, she always believed that Jiang Song had changed but the real person that changed was not Jiang Song, it was her! After Wei Shuqiao's death, she changed . She became suspicious of everything and everyone around her . She was plagued by nightmares and did not like to look into mirrors . She was afraid she would see something ominous as legends depicted like the one she had killed, Wei Shuqiao!
Therefore, she never used a mirror no matter if she was putting on makeup or doing something else . Even if she occasionally saw a mirror, she would try her best to not look at it or ignore it . This habit had lasted for two decades . With her suddenly seeing herself today, she finally understood one thing . . . She sat on the ground and sobbed silently for a long time before saying, "I understand now . It wasn't Jiang Song that changed . I was the one that changed . All these years, the skeletons in my closet have made me turn into something that no longer resembled a person . Jiang Song must have figured it out long ago . Heh heh . . . He never said it but he must hate me . Venerable Fangzheng, do you think that there is any reason left for me to continue living?"
"Since Jiang Song has not left you, it implies he always loved you . At least, the past you, that pure and innocent girl that smiled like a blooming flower . Not the present you . If you wish to obtain his love, all you need to do is transform back to what you were in the past . "
Huang Lanlan sagged . "Transform . . . back? That's . . . too difficult . "
"Look at that boulder . Push it up the mountain and This Penniless Monk will help you in your transformation . How about that?" Fangzheng looked at a boulder beneath the mountain peak in the distance .
Huang Lanlan looked at the boulder that was almost her height . She shook her head, "It's too big . How will I be able to push it all the way up?"
"How would you know if you don't try? Or are you saying that you aren't willing to even give it a try, for Jiang Song?" asked Fangzheng .
Huang Lanlan was taken aback . She clenched her jaw and ran over . She pushed the boulder with all her strength and only managed to roll the boulder forward a little . However, she did not wallow in despair . She looked hopeful . "I managed to move it by pushing!"
Huang Lanlan pushed desperately, with only one thought in her mind: "For Jiang Song, I have to succeed! It was unknown where she found her strength but bit by bit, she pushed the boulder to the mountaintop . When she could not push it further, she would stop for a breather and hold the boulder up . Despite the elements, she finally managed to push the boulder to the mountaintop, although it had taken her ten years .
Huang Lanlan shouted in excitement, "Venerable Fangzheng, I did it . Help me! Can you help me complete my transformation?"
Fangzheng, who was standing on the mountain, returned her question with a question . "You could push such a large boulder up a mountain . How hard is a mere transformation in comparison? Think about the reason you had for pushing the boulder up an entire mountain . Then, tell me your answer . "
Huang Lanlan was stunned . Thinking back carefully to the reason she followed her conviction for the past ten years, there was only one: She wanted to make Jiang Song love her again because she loved him! Was it really impossible for her to give up everything and transform back to herself?
She spent a year thinking as days passed and seasons turned .
While Huang Lanlan was lost in her thoughts, spring came . The snow melted as a flower bloomed .
There was suddenly a figure appearing in front of her . It was the white and flawless Fangzheng who smiled like a radiant sun .
Fangzheng gently touched the flower . "It withered last year . Back then, it was so ugly but this year, it bloomed again, as beautiful as it was in the past . But this beauty needs to last till the bitter winter . . . "
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