Thank you everyone for your warm encouragement for my alternative ending for Shen An. With that encouragement, I decided to also write my alternative ending for Song Ning which was inspired by the Da Mo Yao theme song, White Haired Poem/Song (click here).
I can't take credit for what I have written below, for many of these words below are Tang 7's words, only re-imagined by me, for Song Ning.
"If destiny must be controlled by nothingness, this nothingness must at least be strong enough to take form, for example faith, or strength, and not only remain a dream state." - Jun Fu
"She said: 'Jun Fu, Loving someone is so simple, hating someone is also so simple.'"
Jun Fu and Xiao Lan are already in Song Ning's dreamscape:
When Shen An entered the waterside pavilion, he was surprised to see an elegantly dressed man reading a book with a writing brush behind his ear and more shockingly, a tiger sitting next to him.
Jun Wei lifted up his head and scrutinised this stranger up and down. "From your obnoxious eyebrows, you must be Song Ning's husband."
Shen An lifted up one of his brows, "And you are?"
"I am a novelist," Jun Wei smiled, then stroke the tiger next to him, "I must say that your story with Song Ning is pretty epic, provides for good inspiration."
Shen An took a step forward and spoke icily, "Who are you to Song Ning?"
"A mere passerby and yet one of the few who would send her off on her last journey," Jun Wei said as the tiger growled at Shen An, "Good Xiao Hu, Good Xiao Hu."
"Last journey?" Shen An asked, his eyes slightly dazed as if a quiet dread was slowly revealing itself in his eyes.
"Yes, Song Ning doesn't have much longer to live anyways, so she has traded the last remnants of her life for a good dream," Jun Wei said slowly, watching Shen An carefully, "But why do you care? It's a bit too late to want to open your eyes and ears now after seven years."
"Or have you finally realised who the true heroine is?" Jun Wei laughed, "Who rode a horse for days, tossed thousands of corpses, to find you in the wasteland of death? Who hugged you in the cold, and in the darkness and fear, she cried, 'Shen Ah, I am scared'."
Shen An did not speak.
"I guess the two of you make a perfect pair, one deaf and one mute," Jun Wei said, nodding thoughtfully.
Jun Wei was a swordsman, but he prided himself as having killed more people with words instead, "Or are you blind instead? She has never hated you, and there will be no other girl in this world, who will love you as she did."
It was late at night, all the guests had left. Song Ning sat next to Shen An's coffin and her words slowly drifted off into the evening wind, "Finally, it's just the two of us."
She paused, her hand fell to her stomach, "And, our baby, Shen An, our baby."
I stepped into the hall, my footsteps caused Song Ning to raise her head, "Shen An?"
"Song Ning," I smiled, "I have come to walk you out of this dream state."
Song Ning laughed, "To where, Jun Fu? To a heartbreaking existence outside? To lonely sleepless nights?"
Song Ning gave a half smile, "I rather dream then stay awake all night."
Song Ning looked at me, her eyes strong and clear like the morning spring, "Jun Fu, what makes reality more precious than dreams?"
I paused, then said, "Shen An is still alive out there. And, he loves you."
Song Ning laughed, "The Shen An I loved and whom loved me was always just my imagination."
"Song Ning, this dream state is only your past flowing again," I explained, "There will be nothing new unless you overcome the demon in your heart."
Song Ning stroke her stomach, "There's nothing left for me in that future. If I can, I want to watch Shen Luo grow up again."
Since I had killed Shen An already, I might as well go for the kill again. I looked at Song Ning and said truthfully, "Song Ning, I don't know where the souls of those who die in their dreams go, but I don't think they go to heaven. If you want to see Shen Luo again, he won't be here."
Song Ning froze, and then suddenly she covered her ears.
I looked up, startled, as I heard Shen An's voice booming through the dream state like tremors of an earthquake, "Song Ning, wake up! Wake up!"
I never thought that voices from the outside would be able to enter a dream state, but perhaps his voice entered through a weakness in Song Ning's own heart.
I asked again, "Song Ning, do you not trust me?" I persisted, "Do you know why you are sad, Song Ning? Because you still hope."
Song Ning laughed and laughed. It wasn't a happy laughter. It was a laughter she laughed because she could no longer cry.
When Song Ning woke up, she woke up in Shen An's embrace.
Even though she woke up, Song Ning could sense that she did not have much strength left within her. She did not even have the strength to push Shen An away.
"Has the sun fallen yet?" Those were Song Ning's first words.
Shen An shook his head, "Not yet, but soon."
"Carry me out," Song Ning said.
Mild surprise rippled across Shen An's eyes for a moment, but it disappeared quickly. Shen An carefully carried Song Ning in his arms and walked out to the waterside pavilion.
Song Ning never had the chance to tell anyone, but when she once thought of marriage, she thought of a married couple watching the sun setting together. It didn't matter what they did in the day, they could be busy with their own activities, but to end the day together, every day, that was what she thought a marriage would be.
Song Ning gestured for Shen An to place her down on one of the cushioned seats at the outside pavilion. Shen An sat opposite her.
They both faced the sky.
Shen An broke the silence first, "I was wrong."
There was no response. So, Shen An repeated again, "I was wrong."
Song Ning turned her head sideways, "I thought I had given up, but it was only when I heard those words that I realised I had always been waiting."
Song Ning laughed, "How long I have waited."
She shook her head, "I should have known we had no fate. If we had fate, the first corpse I turned over in the battlefield would have been you. But, I had to turn over two thousand, seven hundred and twenty eight bodies before I found you."
Shen An paused, then asked Song Ning very lightly, so lightly it was as if the words were evaporating directly into the air, "May I ask, the person who saved me, are you a lady or a gentleman?"
The sun was setting. Song Ning coughed, and a mouthful of her blood splattered onto her snowy white robes. As if heaven was bleeding too, the sky was a violent red.
Shen An took off his outer robe and placed it over her shoulders.
Once she started to cough, she could not stop coughing and her blood splattered on Shen An's outer robes.
Shen An hugged Song Ning, as if he was pressing down the coughs. But, she continued to cough, and the blood streamed down their robes.
Finally, the sun had disappeared, and the fierce redness in the sky muted down to a faint orange.
There was no more coughing.
Shen An patted his hand lightly on Song Ning's shoulder, "If lady doesn't mind, when my injuries are healed, I will go to your house and ask for your hand in marriage."
Song Ning trembled a little, and slowly her head leaned onto his chest.
Shen An couldn't cry and couldn't laugh, he lightly patted her back, "Don't think you can leave me now. Do you think saving me is so easy? Do you think making my heart move is so easy?"
"You hate me so much, but I have not died yet. How can you die first?"
But no one answered him.
And that was the last I saw of them, Shen An holding a beautiful, very beautiful woman with white hair, their robes soaked in blood.
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