Beautiful love tales
She was a stunning woman, brimming with youthful energy, who came into my life.
I jokingly said, “You are a gift from heaven.”
Her expression suddenly changed. I realized I had misspoken. I knew very well that the term “gift” wasn’t entirely complimentary. However, becoming a “gift” wasn’t easy. She had to be a beauty, and not just any beauty but the cream of the crop, like Daji or Baosi, at the very least Zhao Feiyan or Yang Yuhuan.
When I first saw her, these historical beauties came to mind because she embodied all their charms. Although these women didn’t leave a positive legacy in history, one thing is certain: they were beautiful. The downfall of a country should be blamed on men, but somehow, these beauties were blamed instead.
No one sympathizes with them now, and it’s too late to plead their case. What matters is that heaven has granted me such a gift. I suddenly understood why ancient rulers neglected their duties. With such a beauty by one’s side, how could one focus on anything else?
Seeing her for the first time was breathtaking; I thought I was hallucinating. When she said, “I like you,” I couldn’t believe my ears. But I did believe that I had become a king or an emperor. Yes, only ancient times could have such women, and only kings or emperors could have such fortune.
I imagined myself in ancient times, no longer subjected to scornful looks, but sitting high on a throne with people bowing before me. I was holding court, but my heart was with her. Her most beautiful words were, “I like you!”
I don’t know if Daji or Baosi said similar things, but they must have. A single person’s beauty is rarely enough to captivate; some words or expressions are needed to enhance the charm. Thus, Baosi’s smile became priceless and unforgettable through the ages.
No one has ever seen Baosi’s smile, so everyone imagines it differently. I saw it, so vividly. Yes, I was infatuated with that smile, which was not just adorable but carried an indescribable charm. A charming woman truly tugs at the heartstrings.
However, I still felt that “gift” was an inappropriate term for her. Thankfully, she didn’t mind much. Loving someone means loving everything about them, even her slight annoyance at that moment seemed endearing to me. Perhaps my overindulgence in ancient books made me blurt out that term. Still, I had always envied those gifts, so I couldn’t help but say it. Words once spoken cannot be taken back, so I apologized to her, even though she might never forgive me.
Upon reflection, I realized I was an ordinary person and such gifts were not meant for me. So, I turned to fairy tales, thought of God and angels. Yes, angels. I started calling her an angel more often. Before, I had called others angels without much thought, but with her, it felt right. She truly was an angel, one only I could possess.
Having such an angel is a blessing, and luck plays a part. Without that chance encounter, I wouldn’t have met her, and who knows if another angel would have appeared in my life. But I did meet her, so I had no time to think of another, nor did I want to. Because she was not just beautiful, but gentle and understanding. She was the most perfect woman. I don’t know if Dong Yong felt the same meeting the Seven Fairies, but I felt I understood what it meant to encounter an angel in difficult times.
Life does indeed hold surprises that can change one’s destiny. My ordinary life became vibrant because of her. No one stepped into my world, no one understood my feelings. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really an emperor, and she wasn’t truly an angel, so she had her moments of temper.
But precisely because of that, I felt she was real, with her own personality. Yes, angels should be like that too, as I had seen on TV. Even gifts are another form of angels. Yang Guifei, for example, was known for her playful temperament, which won her favor over her rivals. Men, after all, love someone real, not a lifeless toy.
At that time, God hadn’t spread to China. But for me, God sent this angel to me precisely when I needed her.
As I recall our time together, our love, the happy moments, and when those moments passed, leaving only empty memories, my heart felt a touch of melancholy like the cool moonlight.
But it feels like a story, one only found in legends, whether the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl or some other celestial tale. I understand now that angels are bound by divine rules. She brought her beauty to a mortal, then had to return to heaven, leaving the one she loved longing for her.
The Cowherd and Weaver Girl have their annual meeting, but I don’t know if we will have such a chance. Even if we do, how many more years do I have? So, I don’t worry about the future. The beautiful moments we had are enough to last me a lifetime.
If life indeed grants such encounters, it must be heaven’s gift. If an angel appears in one’s life, it must be God’s arrangement.
When my life ends, I will contentedly tell myself: I have lived because an angel loved me.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
