The Canary that couldn't escape

Chapter 774: Chapter 775: The Cold War Erupts Again 8

"The world of emotions is unpredictable. Today you’re madly in love, tomorrow you could be sworn enemies. I’ve always followed you, and gradually I’ve lost the ability to work, becoming dependent on you for everything. I use your money, live in your house, enjoy all the benefits you give me."

"What if one day you stop loving me? By then I’ll certainly be incapable of anything, and where would I go? Even if we were to love each other for a lifetime, if I depend on you for everything, the balance of our relationship will inevitably tilt."

"By then, you might be the emperor, and I’ll be the concubine. You’d lord over me, be domineering, and our relationship would be like that of sovereign and servant. I’d always have to look up to you, never able to stand beside you as an equal. Because I’d be unable to leave you, I need all the benefits you provide, and for the sake of survival, my love would deteriorate."

"I don’t want that kind of love. I don’t want my love to have even a trace of servility. Even if we argue or give each other the cold shoulder, I want to be able to hold my head high, unafraid that you, in a moment of displeasure, could take away my rights and leave me with nothing."

"What I fear more is, in your absence, facing injustice and injury without the ability to fight for myself, to claim what’s fair."

"That’s why I want to go out and work, to be as successful as you are, to realize my own value, so I can confidently stand by your side forever. Gu Yixuan, have you ever listened to ’To the Oak Tree’?"

Mo Ran began to recite softly, reciting that popular love poem.

"If I love you—never like the clinging vine that flaunts itself on your high branch; If I love you—never like the infatuated bird that repeats a monotonous ditty for the dense leaves;"

"Nor like the spring source that sends forth cool solace year-round; Nor like the steep peak that increases your height and sets off your grandeur. And not even the sunlight, not even the spring rain. No, none of these is enough! I must stand beside you like a kapok, as a tree in its own right."

"With roots clenched in the earth beneath, leaves touching in the clouds above. Each gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but such speech is lost on others."

"You have your stout trunk and strong branches, like a knife, a sword, or a halberd; I have my profuse flowers, like a weighty sigh or a valiant torch. We share in the chill torrents and the storm’s bluster; we relish the mists, the morning clouds, the rainbow."noveldrama