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Yeh Zhenzhen bit her lip in disbelief, holding her breath, her eyes sparkling like grapes, wide open. "You are Mo Su! How could there be two identical people in this world? Why are you ignoring us? Do you know how heartbroken we are? We..."
"Yeh Zhenzhen!" Xiao Zuowei called out, reaching out to hold his nearly out-of-control wife, a hint of tenderness in his gentle gaze. "Stop it. You can't let your emotions fluctuate too much right now. Let's go back; we need to rest well today since we have to return to Shanghai in a few days."
Yeh Zhenzhen shook her head, staring intently at Su Ling's water-colored eyes. Her memories lingered on those days in France, the happy moments always circling in her heart. She had thought that everything was gone, and now she was unsure if the beauty had truly departed. Looking at Su Ling before her, she felt both familiarity and strangeness.
"Madam, I truly am not Cheng Mo's Miss Su. Please stop making things difficult for me," Su Ling turned her eyes away, lowering her gaze. Her pale hands hovered in the air, and her rose-colored lips gently closed together. "Young Master Yu, I'm tired."
"Alright, I'll accompany you upstairs to rest." Ruan Yu quickly took her small hand and led her back to the room.
Yeh Zhenzhen's unwilling tears burst forth, and Xiao Zuowei hurriedly embraced her, wiping away her tears while listening to her murmurs, feeling heartbroken. Shangguan Yiting observed the awkward scene before them; beside her, Jiang Yating remained silent, while Zhu Yefeng wore an inscrutable elegant smile. Shangguan Shaoyi's deep gaze was particularly cold, like a frigid pond.
She smiled lightly, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. "Mrs. Xiao, I heard you are pregnant; congratulations!"
Yeh Zhenzhen was taken aback, wiping the tears from her face and softly expressing her gratitude. Jiang Yating timely joined the conversation. "What a coincidence! I'm also expecting; perhaps our children can grow up together in the future."
The atmosphere finally eased a bit as everyone tried to engage in cheerful conversation, the clinking of glasses drowning out the desolate moonlight. Shangguan Shaoyi silently turned away, his deep gaze fixed on the withered magnolia tree outside the window. When spring arrives next year, will it still bear last year's colors?
A night passed without a word; a night without sleep.
Su Ling gently lifted the water-blue curtains to create a small gap; the cold winter light still pierced her eyes painfully. After freshening up, she realized that the agreement had been signed and she would soon return to Northwest with Ruan Yu—there was no reason to stay here any longer.
She turned to look at the paintings on the wall; her water-colored eyes were half wet but she didn't want Ruan Yu, who was sleeping soundly on the floor, to see. She tiptoed out of the door and gracefully descended the stairs. At that moment when she closed the door, Ruan Yu opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a hint of self-mocking pain.
She looked at Yeh Zhenzhen, who was leisurely sitting in the living room sipping tea, and was momentarily taken aback. She smiled and said, "Hello."
"Hello, Madam Ruan." Yeh Zhenzhen stood up and came to pull her. She hesitated and asked in confusion, "What are you trying to do, Madam?"
Yeh Zhenzhen raised her smile, her voice bright, "Come with me to a place."
She withdrew her hand and lightly refused, "I don't know you well, Madam. You should find someone else to go with."
"Don't you want to see the person who looks exactly like you?" Yeh Zhenzhen's grape-like sparkling eyes blinked like stars. "Or are you actually afraid because you two are the same person?"
"Madam, you're joking. I heard that Miss Cheng Mo has already passed away. Where are you taking me to see her?"
Yeh Zhenzhen's smile became even more pronounced, the curve of her lips growing bolder. "Of course, to the cemetery. Come with me to pay respects at her grave."
Su Ling was momentarily stunned, lowering her brows. No one could tell the fluctuations in her emotions. After a while, she softly replied in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "Alright."
The two called for a car, and the slightly bumpy road made Yeh Zhenzhen feel somewhat uncomfortable. After getting out of the car, she went aside and began to vomit. Su Ling hurriedly helped her catch her breath. Yeh Zhenzhen lifted her eyes and smiled brightly at her belly, saying, "You naughty child, only know how to torment your mother like this. Once you're out, I will definitely teach you a lesson."
"You..." Water-colored eyes rippled with surprise as she asked softly, "Are you pregnant?"
"Yes, I'm already three months along." She smiled slightly and stood up straight. "But I look so good that no one can tell at all, hehe."
Su Ling looked at her smile and felt a bit of joy herself, with shallow dimples appearing at the corners of her lips.
Yeh Zhenzhen extended her delicate finger, and the tombstone stood out prominently in the sunlight. She followed Yeh Zhenzhen's footsteps and slowly came to a stop, her eyes flickering as she paused slightly, "This one beside it... Shangguan Lin..." She murmured the name on the tombstone, feeling a sudden rush of anxiety, though her face remained calm.
"You didn't expect this, did you?" Yeh Zhenzhen looked at her misty Eyes, "That day Shangguan Shaoying sent us a telegram, saying we were to preside over the funeral and bury him alongside Cheng Mosu. Both Brother Zuwei and I were quite shocked and hurried over. After much persuasion, we managed to dissuade Shangguan Shaoying from the idea of dying alongside Cheng Mosu."
Sourness filled her long Eyelashes, and she faintly tugged at the corner of her mouth to mask her anxiety, "What are you trying to say to me?"
"Cheng Mosu, I feel that your reluctance to return to him and your unwillingness to acknowledge him must have your reasons, but I believe there are still many misunderstandings between you." Yeh Zhenzhen observed her every expression and movement seriously, saying, "His marriage to Jiang Yating was forced by circumstances, and Jiang Yating used some despicable means to get pregnant; he only has you in his heart. Now that you appear before him as someone else's wife, have you considered his feelings!"
Su Ling fell silent, gazing at the four characters "Wife Moxu" on the tombstone. The swelling emotions echoed in her chest; what kind of deep affection and pain had he felt when he carved these lines? The distance between her and Cheng Mosu seemed so close yet separated by a vast heaven.
"He is still waiting for you, even though your return seems uncertain." Yeh Zhenzhen spoke quietly.
Her slender Fingertips trembled slightly as those beautiful days slipped through her hands. The tears of the Red Candle rippled quietly, swaying with heartache.
She smiled faintly, filled with sorrow and fatigue, "What you've said resonates with me somewhat, but..." She raised her Water-colored Eyes, her gaze burning with heartache, "But I am ultimately not Cheng Mosu, and I can only return to the life I once had."
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