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"The Flag of Desire" - Part 1: Cause and Condition 

Thick, grayish-brown clouds, like cotton wool soaked in sewage, drifted over Seven Mile Peak. At the mountainside, a stream babbled, its clear, melodious sound like celestial music, but to the boy, it sounded like a suppressed sob, piercing his very lungs with a dull ache. The boy, sitting on a rock, smiled coldly, then suddenly struck out with his palm. Water splashed everywhere, shattering into pieces with a "plop," the sound like the muffled roar of a wounded beast.
A dazzling little red figure hopped and skipped over from afar. As it drew closer, it became more reserved and tiptoed behind the boy. The girl giggled and reached out her small hand, about to blindfold the boy from behind, when the boy suddenly turned around and looked at her.
The girl was startled, then playfully wrapped her arms around his neck. "If it's not fun, can't you just pretend you don't know?" The boy pulled his arms away from her, his eyes growing increasingly gloomy.
"What's wrong with you?" The girl pouted. "You didn't come to my birthday party, and now that you're finally back, why are you looking so unhappy with me?" The boy looked at her quietly, his expression focused yet unfamiliar.
The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then became serious. "You must have encountered something unpleasant, right?" In a flash, she noticed the faint dark red scabs under his collar and exclaimed in surprise, "You hurt your neck?" She couldn't help but reach out to touch it. But the boy jumped away like lightning.
"What happened? Why won't you let me see? Is the injury serious? Does it hurt?" The girl frowned, her face full of worry.
"It's nothing, I just fell off my horse and hurt myself." The boy's gaze softened and became as bright as water. He took her hand and said calmly. Seeing her full of doubt, he knew she cared about him, so he couldn't help but lovingly pull her onto his lap and look at her carefully. "You've grown taller in the few months I haven't seen you."
“Of course, I’m nine years old now.” The girl was overjoyed to see him chatting and laughing as before, and proudly announced it. The boy saw her delicate eyebrows and eyes, as finely drawn as a traditional Chinese painting, and her pupils as pure as crystal snow, and couldn’t help but smile slightly.
Her soft little hands pinched his cheeks. "I love seeing you smile. You look so beautiful when you smile. I think you're the most beautiful person in the world." Beautiful? The boy's lips suddenly turned the color of a withered lotus. For someone in a vulnerable position, breathtaking beauty can bring terrible misfortune. He would rather be ordinary.
His thin lips suddenly curved into a mocking, beautiful smile, subtly concealing an unpredictable air of violent resentment. The girl, oblivious, pulled a jade toad from her sleeve and cheerfully handed it to him. "You gave me a grasshopper for my birthday, now I'm giving you this." The boy took it casually, his arms tightening around her unconsciously. In this world, only she and her uncle were completely selfless and unconditional towards him.
"Is it pretty? Do you like it?" "Anything you give me is good."
The toad emitted a lustrous, pure white light, felt warm to the touch, and was exquisitely carved, lifelike—truly a rare and exquisite piece of jade. As he admired it, a sudden thought struck him. "Where did you get this?" "It was a gift from one of my father's guests a couple of months ago; it seems to be some kind of jade tycoon."
The boy's breath caught in his throat as those nightmarish images surged through his mind, relentlessly tormenting and gnawing at his heart like demons, causing excruciating pain. He trembled uncontrollably as if chilled to the bone, and the girl quickly wrapped her arms around his waist to help him calm down.
Catching sight of the toad, he seemed to see the demon laughing maniacally, and his cold blood suddenly boiled. He clenched his fists tightly. "Crunch..." With several sounds, the jade toad was gradually crushed into powder, which he angrily threw into the water. One day, all those who had harmed him would pay the price, and he would wash away his shame with a torrent of blood!
A bright, even bloodthirsty light flickered in his night-like eyes, dancing wildly like silver snakes. The girl climbed off his lap, utterly horrified, and for a moment, seemed not to recognize him. After a long while, she came to her senses and, seeing the jade toad inexplicably destroyed, cried out, "Someone kindly gave you this, why did you destroy it!"
The boy turned and walked away without a word. He couldn't tell her the truth, couldn't answer her questions, and was afraid he would lose control of his anger and do something to hurt her. The girl quickly followed, "Stop! Answer me!" He seemed not to hear her.
"I am the young lady of the ranch, and you dare disobey my orders?!" She couldn't keep up with his pace and became anxious, resorting to the trump card she usually used against others.
The boy suddenly turned around and laughed loudly, "That's right, you are a noble lady, how can a servant like me be worthy to speak to you! I should get lost!" Although he was smiling, the cold indifference between his brows made her a little scared.
Seeing her small figure standing there, her flawless face like a bright pearl, adorned in brocade and jewels, radiant with light, a sudden wave of sorrow washed over the young man. No matter how close and caring she was to him, they were ultimately from two different worlds. His treatment of her as a sister had been a mistake! He should have recognized the truth long ago and distanced himself from her! He turned and strode away, wanting to be alone.
The girl had always been cherished and pampered like a phoenix egg by everyone. She had never suffered such injustice before, and she immediately burst into tears. Her innocent cries were carried by the wind straight to the boy's ears. He hesitated for a moment, wanting to turn back, but remembering his hellish experience, he finally ran away.
In the following days, the young man devoted himself entirely to martial arts training, putting everything else out of his mind. It wasn't until he happened to see her maid, Xiaoyu, brewing medicine in the kitchen that he learned the girl was ill. The young man was momentarily confused, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he had unknowingly walked to the outside of her residence, the Muyu Pavilion.
The boy stood blankly outside the window, his heart heavy with melancholy. For a long time, he neither wanted to leave nor go in. He faintly heard the girl's angry voice, "Take it away, I won't take my medicine," followed by the crashing sound of a porcelain bowl falling to the ground. "You all get out!" The maids meekly withdrew outside the door.
Looking through the open window, the girl leaned against the headboard, her eyes swollen like peaches, her small face streaked with tears. For some reason, the boy felt a tightness in his chest, but didn't know how to make himself feel better.
Her small hand reached under her pillow to retrieve the grasshopper he had given her. The girl angrily tossed it off the bed, muttering, "I don't care." But her gaze lingered on the grasshopper. A moment later, she got out of bed, picked it up, carefully blew off the dust, and tucked it back into her bosom. As she tried to return to bed, her strength gave way, and her legs buckled, her head nearly hitting the corner of the table. Without hesitation, the boy leaped in through the window, nimbly appearing in front of her. She stumbled and fell right into his arms. Her small body was alarmingly hot. The boy frowned, then picked her up.
"Let go, I hate you, I hate you..."
The boy stiffened, tucked her back into the blankets and was about to leave when he leaned down and saw her slightly pouting lips, looking like she was about to cry, and his heart softened again.
"What are you doing here?" The girl turned her face away in a huff, refusing to look at him. The boy remained silent, casually tucking the blanket around her.
"None of your business." The girl, ignoring her high fever, stubbornly pulled back the covers. The boy paused for a moment, then turned to see the innocent naivety in her bright eyes. He couldn't help but smile gently, then got up and left.
The girl panicked, "Don't go."
"Since you hate me, I'll naturally go as far away as possible."
"You...I..." The girl stammered, unable to speak. Suddenly, she gripped his collar tightly, refusing to let go. "Apologize to me, and I'll let you go." He had ruined the gift she gave him for no reason, which was extremely wrong. She had no idea that there were many cruel secrets behind it.
Her slightly hoarse childish voice, though reproachful, was filled with a tender, affectionate tenderness. Her little face was full of pitiful expressions, as if she was afraid he would abandon her again. The boy, who had never bowed his head to anyone or admitted defeat since childhood, felt a strange pang of pity seeing her like this. "It's my fault," he said.
Seeing him admit his mistake, the girl's face lit up with a smile, but then she became angry again, "It's all your fault! You made me stand on Qili Peak for so long that day, freezing to death in the wind. I thought you would come back for me, but who knew..." The boy suddenly realized that she had caught a cold while waiting for him to return. She had always had a pure heart for him, never harboring any pretense or betrayal.
"Okay, it's my fault, alright?" The boy offered a rare gentle reassurance to the willful child. The girl happily pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed, only then realizing how sore her limbs were and how utterly exhausted she felt. "...So tired."
"You should get some sleep first. I'll have them brew some more medicine and bring it over." "You're not allowed to leave. Ugh...it's so cold." The girl suddenly shivered. The boy moved the brazier closer to the bed, and the girl took his hand, smiling contentedly. Soon, an overwhelming weariness made her eyelids slowly grow heavy.
Knowing her condition had worsened and he should have called for help immediately, the young man didn't leave the house. Instead, he squeezed into her bed and held her tightly. At that moment, he only wanted to be with the person who truly loved him, and he didn't need any outside interference.
"Are you still cold?" "...No, I'm not cold." She drowsily buried her head comfortably in his chest.
"Do you like your dad more, or me?" "...I like them both."
"You can only choose one." "...I want them both." The girl vaguely felt that his hand was gripping hers so tightly it hurt.
"Is your father better to you, or am I better to you?" "Both you and your father are very good to me." The girl was slightly brought back to her senses by the pain from his pinch.
“If you weren’t Sima Lie’s daughter, he wouldn’t have been so good to you, do you understand?” “Hmm…” She had never considered such a hypothetical scenario.
“Only I will treat you well, no matter who you are or what our relationship is.” The boy hugged her tightly, so tightly that she could hardly breathe. “So, I will treat you better than Sima Lie, do you understand?” The girl responded softly, still half asleep.
"Tell me, who is your favorite person right now?" The boy was like a young lion driven into a corner, his sharp eyes capturing his prey.
The girl smiled sweetly and murmured in his arms, "I love you the most."
"Then would you like to stay by my side?" "...Yes." The girl had no idea that these words would change her life, and she gradually drifted off to sleep.
The boy gently stroked the soft lines of her face with his fingertips and said, "You can say no, but since you agreed, I'll take it as a sincere promise."
Outside the window, dark clouds filled the sky above the ranch, moving swiftly and silently, like various strange black giants fighting and chasing each other. Dusk had just fallen, and a chilling, eerie air seeped into the room. The girl nestled even closer to the boy's chest.
Duan Yuhan was born under a cursed star, destined to bring misfortune to his parents and live a life of solitude. The young man suddenly recalled the fortune teller's prediction of his fate when he was young, and couldn't help but scoff. He didn't believe in fortune telling; he only believed in himself. Even if there truly was such a thing as destiny, he would defy fate and change it.
The tiny figure pressed against his skin, the warm breath mingling with his vibrant heat, brought him peace. In that moment, he decided that their lives should be intertwined, and he vowed that as long as she was always good to him, he would give everything for her.
Many years later, the girl's memory of that moment had faded, but the boy remembered every single second clearly. Fate brings people together, and through this karmic connection, they became bound together, inseparable forever.

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