God's Gift

The sunlight fell from the lush willow branches onto the bluestone slabs of Gusu. Lu Keming, dragging his cumbersome and complicated costume, walked toward Huachunfang step by step.

The clouds in the sky gathered together, and in an instant, dark clouds covered the sky. Condensed raindrops fell from the thick gray-blue clouds, landing on the slightly tilted eaves, and falling along the edge of the tiles onto the grass leaves in the cracks of the stones.

The cold rain wet his hair and slid down Lu Keming's fair face. He looked up at the gray and dark clouds with a dull and blank expression.

The crowd on the street was shouting and hurried back to their houses. The sounds around them were getting closer and closer. Lu Keming seemed to remember something. He hurriedly raised his hands to cover his face and fled from the rain with the crowd.

There was also a commotion in the Huachun Boat. Qingyi's dead body was discovered and everyone in the boat was in a panic. No one noticed Lu Keying who hurriedly ran back to his room.

He shook off the rain and quickly walked to the bright bronze mirror beside the table. What he saw was a dirty face with smudged makeup.

Lu Keming's hands gradually dropped down, and he stared blankly at the person in the mirror. He seemed to have lost his soul, and only a desolate body was left standing there.

After a long time, Lu Keming suddenly came back to his senses. He raised his hand and kept wiping the powder off his face, but the makeup that was already smudged became even more unsightly under his hands.

Lu Keming stopped only when his face was red and bleeding from being scratched. Looking at the unclear and ugly face in the mirror, the corners of his mouth raised up, revealing a weird and crazy smile.

He covered his face and suppressed the arc under his hands, but the laughter that escaped from his lips became louder and louder, becoming more and more obvious in the empty room that was blocked out by the sound of rain.

"Hahaha……"

Lu Keming fell on his back on the ground, his clothes, which had turned dark red due to the rain, spread out on the ground, like bright red blood spreading from under him.

She is getting married.

Getting married...

Why……

You clearly didn't want to hear anything and pretended nothing happened, so why did you still abandon him?

Lu Keming curled up his body and scratched his face frantically, with neurotic suspicion and confusion in his eyes.

What else is not going well?

Is it because he is not as good-looking as Ning Yue, or is it because he is not as good at making her happy as Ning Yue? Why did she marry Ning Yue...

Why would you marry someone else...

Marriage...Wedding Banquet...

He seemed confused, and for the first time, an expression of helplessness and bewilderment appeared on his usually gloomy and gorgeous face. He was like a mortal struggling in a river, trapped in worldly desires and unable to escape.

Those dark, cold eyes also lost their focus, their gaze was scattered around the room, and they kept muttering:

"Getting married...getting married..."

After a long time, his eyes gradually focused, as if he had slowly come back to his senses. He got up from the ground and said to himself:

"Getting married, yes...Yuyu getting married..."

with who?

It's right with him.

Youyou can only marry him.

The corners of Lu Keming's mouth began to lift up, the corners of his eyes curved, a smile spread across his clear eyes, and he murmured secretly:

"I want to marry Youyou."

Lu Keming raised his hand and picked up the bronze mirror on the table. Looking at the person with red eyes in the mirror, a tear slid down from his eyes and he scraped off the powder on his face.

How could he forget that today was his and Youyou’s wedding day.

"You can't do this, it doesn't look good, Youyou won't like it."

Lu Keming took out a square handkerchief from her sleeve and carefully wiped off the powder on her face. She then took out the powder box again and started to put on makeup.

Looking at the makeup in the mirror that had returned to its original state, Lu Keming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and asked softly, "Youyou, do I look good?"

The place where she was scratched just now had a red mark, which was barely visible under the makeup. Lu Keming looked at the mark carefully and began to feel dissatisfied again. He said to himself: "Why is it still so ugly?"

Only after he applied another layer of lead powder on his face was the red mark barely covered up.

Lu Keming then revealed a slightly nervous and shy smile, as if facing Yu Youyou, and continued to ask: "Youyou, it's okay now."

“No, no…” Lu Keming seemed to suddenly remember something and said quickly, “There are also wedding dresses. How could I forget about this again?”

After saying that, he ran outside eagerly and bumped into the servant who beat and scolded Qingyi today in the corridor. When the servant saw Lu Keming, he was frightened at first, then he remembered Qingyi's death and quickly grabbed Lu Keming.

Lu Keming, who was in a hurry to make wedding clothes, was stopped. He lowered his eyes and looked at the servant in front of him with a cold gaze. There was some obvious impatience in his eyes, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

The servant said quickly:

"Master Luo Chen, do you know that Qingyi is dead? I beat and scolded him before he died. Now someone in this boat said that they saw me meet him for the last time and want to frame me for Qingyi's death."

"But Master Luo Chen was the last person to see Qing Yi. Please come forward and explain to them. Although I beat Qing Yi, I can't do such a thing as killing him."

"After I left, some criminals must have entered Huachunfang and killed Qingyi."

The boy cried and begged:

"Please ask Master Luo Chen to testify for me."

The young man was eager to exonerate himself, but he also became frightened by the loss of life, and for a moment he did not understand the connection between the incidents.

After listening to his long speech, Lu Keming raised his eyes and looked outside. The rain outside the boat came and went quickly and had stopped at this time.

We must hurry up.

It would be unlucky to miss the time.

Lu Keming retracted his gaze, looked at the nervous servant in front of him, and said in a faint voice:

"Of course it has nothing to do with you."

The servant was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Lu Keming's next words.

“I killed him.”

After saying that, Lu Keming shook off the servant's hand that was grabbing his sleeve, stepped off the boat, and gradually disappeared in the mist after the rain.

The young servant did not understand the meaning of Lu Keming's words for a moment. He watched the figure disappear in the mist and rain. After a while, his legs and feet became weak and he fell to the ground.