Ink Blade Chapter 53 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 53.1 Night of Sudden Change (part 1)
When the rain hadn’t completely stopped, like his master, Mo Ren was also leaning by the window, looking out. The dark-bottomed silver cloud patterned robe that matched his master had already been taken off by him. Now, he was only wearing his usual plain black clothes.
He folded the clothes that Chu Yan rewarded him with and silently held them in his arms, as if cherishing the remaining warmth.
In fact, Guard Mo’s self-perception of his unattractive appearance was quite biased.
Indeed, his facial features had nothing to do with the words “rich and beautiful”, and were even somewhat plain. But rather than saying this person was not beautiful, it’s better to say that the word “beauty” fell on him, but it broke his three-point demeanor.
Probably because he was more like a sword.
In front of his master, no matter how intimate and gentle, he was ultimately a cold and hard sword in his bones. The sword could be broken, could be shattered, but couldn’t be bent. If the sword’s edge was polished to be soft and beautiful, it loses the most breathtaking light on the blade.
When he wielded the sword, his eyebrows and eyes were like the blade, cold to the extreme, and sharp to the extreme. And when he retracted his sharpness, his eyebrows and eyes silently hung down, as if a desolate snowy mountain range had been laid out.
How can it not move people’s hearts?
Mo Ren silently held the clothes and stood there, looking out of the window at the overcast sky in a daze. The rain stopped, but his eyes seemed to be filled with a misty rain again, gradually, the rain turned into snow.
…If.
Suddenly, Mo Ren’s heart ached, he thought blankly: If it is said that the truth behind Bai Hua really has something to do with Yan Luo, or even that Yan Luo is the real mastermind behind everything. Doesn’t this mean…
Doesn’t it mean that the Master suffered this disaster because he insisted on protecting him back then?
Because of him?
Going around and around, is it actually because of him?
His fingers brushed over the noble silver line of flowing cloud pattern on the clothes, and gently touched the corner of his lips. There, it seemed to still retain the lingering warmth from the alley.
And in the end, the one who got the Palace Master’s promise of a lifetime, and was about to fly from a personal guard to become the Master’s wife, was still him?
It’s too ridiculous.
But if he could choose, he would rather not have been loved by his Master…No, he would even rather die.
In the darkness, Mo Ren thought to himself: He would rather be truly abandoned by his Master, miserably freezing to death in the snow, unable to be reborn.
He would rather have been killed by Yan Luo with a sword in his throat when he was young, his body rolling in the wild grass. He would rather have never met his master when he was a child, and it wouldn’t matter if he died in some unknown corner.
If he could return….that time with his master…..
He would be willing in any way.
But Mo Ren knew sadly in his heart that Chu Yan’s time of pride and arrogance as a teenager was probably irretrievable.
Since brutality and capriciousness were not his nature, what did the Master feel when he watched his ancestry destroyed and his subordinates killed?
He could see that when the Master’s gaze fell on Qiu Jin and others, there was occasionally deep regret in his eyes.
And for him…
The Master said to him, ‘it was this Master’s fault’.
The Master said to him, ‘This Master failed you’.
The Master almost went into a frenzy for him, and the Master was forced by him to stab his heart with a sword.
The night when the Drunken Life Dream Death was discovered, the Master was trembling all over when he blamed himself for holding him, and then he couldn’t stop vomiting blood.
The Master kept saying that he owed him endless compensation.
But who will compensate his Master?
Who can compensate his Master for that absurd ten years, the pain of the poison, the misplaced love, and…countless scars on his heart?
Mo Ren looked up blankly, his eyes reflecting the sky outside the window, a layer of mist rose and fell in his field of vision, and silent tears fell on the newly cut clothes in his arms.
He hardened his resolve again: No, it really won’t work… He absolutely can’t let the Master guard such a humble guard for a lifetime.
Not to mention, a guard who always draws on the master’s guilt and torments the master’s heart like a nightmare.
But just at this moment, a familiar breath and footsteps came from outside the room. The door was knocked twice, and Chu Yan’s voice came. “Ah Ren? This Master… cough, this Master has something to say to you.”
Mo Ren panicked, subconsciously pushed the clothes in his arms to the desk, and raised his palm to cover the moist corner of his eyes.
How could it be the Master?
How can he face the Master in this state?
“Ah Ren?” The voice outside the door became somewhat hesitant, and the low magnetic voice slowly softened. “Okay, it’s this Master’s fault, suddenly saying that kind of thing made you embarrassed… Look, isn’t this Master here to apologize to you?”
“Ah Ren, don’t be sad, are you inside, open the door for this Master?”
Perhaps it was a moment of impulsiveness - as if possessed, Guard Mo lightly moved towards the half-open window and quietly left the inn’s room.
There’s nothing else, after rejecting the deep affection of his master, he really couldn’t face his master now, let alone accept his master’s low coaxing again.
