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"What are you talking about!" The two people simultaneously looked up at the door. Shangguan Shaoyi, dressed in Military Uniform, had sharp eyebrows and cold eyes, his gaze as frigid as hard ice in a Cold Winter, impossible to melt. His expression was extremely stern as he grabbed Shen Mingliang by the neck. "What did you tell Mo Su?"
"Let him go, it has nothing to do with Shen Deputy Officer," Cheng Mo Su hurriedly intervened, reaching out to pull Shangguan Shaoyi, but at that moment, bloodshot eyes filled with rage made it impossible for her to budge him. In desperation, she could only pound on his chest, tears streaming down her face. "Let him go! Do you think you can hide this forever? The truth will always come to light. Do you want to add more sins to my burden?"
Beneath her tender demeanor lay a shadow of turmoil that she chose to ignore, buried deep in her heart. She feared that one day this shadow would suddenly surface and be exposed to the light.
Shangguan Shaoyi's eyes flickered as he looked down at her. She had lost a lot of weight; her already pale cheeks were now as white as paper, and tears fell drop by drop. A pang of pain shot through his heart as he released Shen Mingliang and pulled her into his embrace, his Jet-Black Eyes filled with unshakeable tenderness. "Mo Su, what are you talking about?"
"How could there be nothing..." Cheng Mo Su was tightly held and unable to break free; she had to lean forward, her voice thick with sorrow. "Shaoyi, if my father hadn't given Lin Hongyao so much money for arms, how could Lin Hongyao have acted so quickly and ruthlessly? I appreciate that you don't hold this against me, but I can't pretend nothing happened... And about Miss Rong, deep down you must resent me; otherwise, you wouldn't keep avoiding me."
Shangguan Shaoyi frowned, about to speak when the woman in his arms suddenly went limp, her body falling straight down, her Water Eyes filled with emptiness and confusion.
Where... is this?
What happened...?
She slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying on a soft bed. The poetry book on the table was still prominent, and beside it was a blue-and-white porcelain vase holding a lily, pure and beautiful, snow-white and translucent. This was her room, but when did she come back?
"Miss is awake?" Xiao Jing hurriedly said. "Miss, wait a moment; I'll go call the doctor."
"Wait, Xiao Jing," Cheng Mo Su quickly stopped her. "Why am I suddenly here? I remember I was clearly at the command center, and then..." Her expression gradually dimmed as she recalled what she learned from Shen Deputy Officer...
"Young Master said you suddenly fainted," Xiao Jing replied honestly. "He brought you back himself. He is still outside discussing your condition with the doctor; I'll call him in right now."
A sudden pang struck her heart. If it were in the past, hearing him say he was coming over would have filled her with joy, but now, upon hearing those words, she felt a mix of emotions. She wanted to see him but was afraid to face him; she missed him yet feared the memories. She shook her head, turned away, and went to sleep. Beneath her calm voice lay a surging tide of emotions. "No need," she said. "I'm a bit tired and don't want to see anyone. If he asks, just tell him I haven't woken up."
Xiao Jing felt puzzled but couldn't ask more questions. She nodded and left the room.
Hearing the gentle knock on the door, she turned back to face the ceiling, staring blankly at it. The soft silk quilt and satin pillow made her feel weightless, and the lingering scent of gunpowder from when he had held her still clung to her plain Qipao. The door opened softly, catching her off guard; she didn't have time to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep, yet she couldn't bear to look away from the cold face she had missed day and night. Their gazes met, and the heavy emotions between them could no longer be concealed; they spread through the air.
"Mo Su..." He spoke slowly, and for some reason, those two syllables sounded particularly pleasant coming from his lips. His voice was slightly hoarse and weary, clearly showing signs of having been mentally exhausted for a long time. She opened her mouth but couldn't think of anything to say, so she simply looked at him in silence.
He walked over slowly and sat beside her, his large hand brushing through her fine hair. His pitch-black eyes gazed at her gently as she straightened up and clenched her fists, reminding herself not to get lost in his gaze.
Shangguan Shaoyi stopped speaking and silently lit a cigar, standing by the window. The curling smoke drifted around the window frame, creating a haze that matched his restless breathing.
The room was eerily quiet; outside, the sunlight was just right, casting light on the eaves and petals, making the entire earth seem to shimmer with golden light.
Shangguan Shaoyi extinguished the cigar butt and reached out to tuck the blanket around her. His gaze was deep like stars, making it impossible for her to discern his true thoughts. His eyes were bloodshot, suggesting he hadn't rested properly for several days and nights. She felt an inexplicable pang of heartache but didn't know what actions or words could soothe their mutual pain.
"Rest well." Although his gaze was cold, it still carried a hint of tenderness mixed with boundless loneliness that quietly enveloped them both. She was momentarily stunned; they were indeed different now. His concern felt like an ingrained habit formed in the past—a continuation of his care for her—but one day it would inevitably stop due to a lack of motivation.
He turned to walk out the door, startling her as she hurriedly called out to him, "Shaoyi... you..."
He turned back to look at her directly; his gaze was deep and complex. Her mind was filled with the faint dimples that appeared at the corners of her lips, making him long for her even more in this cold world. Yet he couldn't convince himself to let go of the guilt he felt over Yu Qiao's death; he could only offer her a faint smile—distant and indifferent.
She lowered her eyes; her lips were pale as she asked coldly, "Where are you going?"
"Recently, we will advance to the south." He opened the door and said no more. As he closed the door, all her strength seemed to drain away, and she collapsed onto the bed, silent tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
Xiao Jing looked at Shangguan Shaoyi's expression and naturally understood that there was some issue between him and Cheng Mo. She didn't dare to ask too much and only softly advised, "Young Master, Miss Cheng has been feeling very unwell these past few days. She has been waiting for you to come back every day; this is already her second time falling ill..."
His pupils suddenly tightened. "Second time falling ill? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Xiao Jing was taken aback, immediately realizing that it was Shen Deputy Officer who had withheld this information. However, this was a critical moment in their military campaign, and she couldn't let Shangguan Shaoyi and Shen Deputy Officer develop any misunderstandings because of this. She could only say, "I'm sorry, Young Master. It was Miss Cheng who didn't want me to say anything."
Shangguan Shaoyi's gaze froze, and he stopped looking at her. "Xiao Jing, during this time, please take care of her. I will be heading to the battlefield tomorrow and may not return for a long time. Mo Su's health is not good; I will trouble you with this."
Xiao Jing was stunned. The usually proud young master spoke so politely, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. She raised her head and asked, "Young Master, have you said these words to Miss Cheng yourself?"
"No, and don't speak too much." He lifted his feet and walked forward, his figure disappearing into the brilliant sunlight.
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