Chapter 39
The back mountain.
The puppet carried a bamboo basket and a bamboo knife.
Every time it passed a plum tree, it stopped, precisely selecting the plumpest and best-colored blossoms on the branches. It plucked them lightly and placed them in the basket.
This scene was deeply familiar to Ruan Mei.
Driven by Tomomu Kanzaki's memories, the puppet performed every action exactly as he had done year after year during his lifetime.
Following behind and watching everything unfold, she stood there in a daze.
Tomomu Kanzaki's memory backup from his lifetime was incomplete.
After successfully curing Durand of her amnesia, he no longer needed clinical trials or connection to the healing apparatus. That naturally meant there were no subsequent memory backups.
The memories possessed by the puppet also did not include the time that followed.
To know what he was thinking in his final moments before departure—was that ultimately just a vain hope? The puppet's silhouette almost perfectly overlapped with the figure in her memories, yet Ruan Mei only felt unfamiliarity, even a stinging pain.
She finally understood why Yu Qingtu had said those words back then.
No matter how similar the appearance, it lacked Tomomu Kanzaki's soul.
But still… this soulless puppet had consistently executed the primary directive for hundreds of years.
It had never failed its creator.
And what about her?
Ruan Mei's gaze grew sorrowful.
That promise to take responsibility for Tomomu Kanzaki had long been tossed aside.
Not only was it completely forgotten, but all the blame had been shifted onto him.
The greatest sorrow is the death of the heart.
Tomomu Kanzaki stripping away his most profound memories twice—was that any different from enduring the cruelest punishment in the world?
The cause of all this bitter fruit, from beginning to end, was herself.
She personally created the beginning, yet personally buried everything, drawing a period to the time they spent together.
Her gaze fell again on the puppet picking plum blossoms ahead, and Ruan Mei felt all her strength drain away.
A thought uncontrollably burrowed into her heart.
If Tomomu Kanzaki hadn't created it before he died, would she have known all this sooner?
No… even if she had known, what could have changed?
From the moment the puppet was activated, nothing could be salvaged.
Ruan Mei stepped up the stone steps, her pace heavy.
In a haze, she seemed to see past scenes materialize before her.
A boy whose height barely reached her shoulder followed beside her, walking step by step toward the mountaintop.
Ruan Mei blinked instinctively. The space ahead was empty.
Disappointment silently spread from the depths of her heart.
Unknowingly, she reached the summit, and a scene she had never witnessed unfolded before her eyes.
Sunlight poured down from the horizon, filtering through the red and white mingling plum branches, casting mottled pale colors onto the unmelted snow.
No wind, no rain, and the snow had temporarily ceased.
Just a few more steps forward, and she could merge into this tranquil and peaceful panorama.
Many years ago, there were only a few plum trees here.
It was during the hundred years after Tomomu Kanzaki returned to his homeland that he transformed this winter mountaintop into a sea of blossoms.
Flowers have a day to bloom again. He would never be young again.
Ruan Mei's gaze wandered aimlessly, suddenly fixing on one spot.
Memories sealed for hundreds of years surged violently, allowing her to recognize that plum tree.
It was one she had planted herself, and it was still alive.
Both Tomomu Kanzaki and the puppet he left behind had cared for the plum tree exceptionally well.
Seeing the object brought back memories. Fragmented moments of their daily life together flashed uncontrollably through her mind, and a dull ache quietly drilled into her heart.
"…That is…"
Ruan Mei's somber expression tightened as her gaze locked onto that old plum tree.
A stone tablet stood alone beneath the tree.
Snow covered the base, but the inscriptions on the tablet face were clearly legible.
[Tomb of Tomomu Kanzaki]
Ruan Mei's breath hitched.
She shuffled closer. The snow beneath her feet emitted a faint cracking sound.
Besides those five characters, there was nothing else on the tablet face.
No birth or death dates, no brief account of his life—so clean it was heartbreakingly sad.
The puppet approached the tablet and reached out to brush away the thin layer of snow accumulated on its edge.
Ruan Mei looked at it, then at the tablet, and a question burst out.
"…Did he ask you to erect it?"
"No. The stone tablet was erected by Miss Black Swan."
"Black Swan… is that Clarisse?"
"Yes. Before Tomomu Kanzaki passed away, he entrusted Miss Black Swan with the request to bury him beneath this plum tree."
Ruan Mei froze on the spot.
She couldn't help but speculate. She couldn't help but pray.
Did choosing the spot beneath the plum tree she planted as his final resting place mean that Tomomu Kanzaki still harbored love for her in his heart?
That he couldn't forget her, even until death?
Tomomu Kanzaki never hated her, even when he died… was that it?
The mountain was silent.
Ruan Mei slowly bent down, reaching out to touch the cold surface of the tablet.
The chill pierced through her fingertips, yet it was nothing compared to the void spreading in her heart.
For six hundred years, she thought she had only temporarily lost a student.
She believed that once she reached the end of her pursuit, she could simply go and bring him back.
Only now, standing before this monument, did she understand.
What she lost was an irreplaceable person who took everything about her, even her casually spoken words, and solemnly integrated them into the trajectory of his life.
Tomomu Kanzaki only left her a plate of preserved plum soybean cake that had once been forgotten, a loyal puppet executing its orders.
And… this stone tablet.
The mountain wind had risen quietly at some point, passing through the plum grove and shaking a few petals from the branches.
The puppet picked up the bamboo basket again and turned toward the next plum tree, continuing its plucking work.
Ruan Mei stood before the tablet for a long time, whispering softly.
"Tomomu Kanzaki…"
The wind swept through the plum branches, rustling softly, but no one answered.
Only that puppet, not too far away, continued to execute the mission assigned to it as always.
Plucking blossoms. Guarding the forest.
Year after year.
Ruan Mei took out the plate of preserved plum soybean cake, picked up a piece, and put it in her mouth, not caring if it had spoiled, and slowly chewed.
The familiar taste, spanning hundreds of years, spread across her tongue, awakening the warmest memories deep in her taste buds.
It was exactly the same as the one Tomomu Kanzaki made when he was eighteen…
But why… did eating it feel completely different from back then?
Emotions suppressed for centuries without her knowledge, coupled with the irreversible fact of Tomomu Kanzaki's death, completely shattered her emotional defenses.
That emotion she had never felt before—regret—scorched her heart, drowning out all excuses she could use for self-deception.
"…"
Ruan Mei had never shed a single tear when her parents passed away or when her grandmother went missing.
She always told herself that tears could not change anything.
But at this moment, clear tears slid down her face, which was shrouded in deep shadow.
One after another, they splashed onto the accumulated snow before the tablet, melting small, deep marks.
She finally could no longer escape.
It turned out she was not without tears.
It was just that those tears required a sufficiently long time to accumulate for one person.
Ruan Mei looked at the cold stone tablet, feeling as if she could see through it to the young man who had always quietly accompanied her.
Regret?
It was more than just regret.
Should she hate herself for being slow-witted, hate herself for being arrogant, or hate herself for failing to recognize his silent companionship sooner?
She missed the latter half of Tomomu Kanzaki's life.
Tomomu Kanzaki departed carrying a deep, unspoken love, yet he left an eternal mark on the rest of her life.