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Shangguan Yiting held a bright red handkerchief in her hand, wiping the beads of sweat from her fair forehead. The enormous, blazing sun emitted dazzling rays, making it hard for her to endure.
Shen Mingliang had been waiting at the entrance of the military camp for quite some time. Seeing her approach, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, “Miss Shangguan, you’ve arrived?”
Shangguan Yiting felt anxious in her heart. “Where is my brother? Is there any news?”
However, Shen Mingliang seemed not to hear her question at all. His gaze searched behind her but ultimately met with emptiness. “Miss Shangguan, do you know if Miss Cheng has arrived?”
“Mo Su…” She paused, her eyes slightly shifting. “I spoke to Mo Su about this matter, but she is still angry, so she didn’t come.” As soon as she finished speaking, the anger within Shen Mingliang surged. The Young Marshal was currently unconscious and could die at any moment. How could Cheng Mo be so heartless as to refuse to come even for what might be their last meeting?
He straightened his military uniform, took a step forward, and called out, “I will go ask Miss Cheng myself!”
“Hey, Shen Deputy Officer, please wait.” She quickly tugged at his sleeve. “It will take you several days to go back and forth. If she doesn’t want to come, then let it be. I have rushed for several days just to get here; please take me to see him quickly.”
Shen Mingliang’s tall figure suddenly froze. He turned around and looked at Shangguan Yiting’s somewhat flustered appearance. Her hair was already soaked with sweat, her delicate hands were sunburned red, and her waist seemed so slender that it could break with a slight bend. His gaze flickered as he said, “Miss Shangguan, you have been traveling for days; you probably haven’t eaten much. I will take you to see the Young Marshal right away and then instruct the logistics to prepare something to eat.”
“No, this is an important time for marching and fighting. Share the rations with the officers and soldiers; there’s no need to trouble yourself for me.” Her eyes sparkled brightly like the brilliant stars in the sky. “When he is unconscious, the army will depend on you, Shen Deputy Officer.”
Shen Mingliang snapped back to reality from her sparkling gaze, his expression serious and earnest as he stood at attention and saluted. “Yes!”
She entered the military camp and casually found a porcelain vase to place a few white camellias she had brought down from the train. The pure white color stood out strikingly against the hazy dust. The mountain mist began to rise, thick sorrow entwining in her heart like an unshakeable weight, with sadness stealthily breathing in the air.
She held Shangguan Shaoyi’s hand, tears unconsciously streaming down her face. “Father is gone; my husband and son are also gone; Yu Qiao is no longer here; I am left with only you.”
"Miss Shangguan." Shen Mingliang turned in, holding a bowl of Congee. Although Shangguan Yiting had advised him not to prepare food for her, he couldn't bear it and asked the logistics team to make a bowl of Congee.
Shangguan Yiting frowned but ultimately accepted it. These past few days, she had been in a hurry and hadn't eaten much. Now, as she ate the Congee, she found it surprisingly enjoyable.
Shen Mingliang sat down on the floor, silently lowering his gaze. It wasn't until Shangguan Yiting asked about Shangguan Shaoyi's condition that he looked up and replied, "The doctor said that Young Master is fine and just needs to rest." This could be considered his first lie; in reality, Shangguan Shaoyi's condition was extremely poor, and the doctor said there was only a 20% chance of him waking up. But he couldn't bear to make Shangguan Yiting sad, so he spun a beautiful lie.
In times of despair, people long to hear a comforting word, even if that word is easily recognizable as false; they are more inclined to believe it.
"That day when you called, didn't you say he might not live much longer..."
"That's not true. The doctor said that Young Master has stabilized over the past few days. But Miss Shangguan, could you please call Miss Cheng again and ask her to come see Young Master? If it's because she dislikes me, tell her that if she can come, I, Shen Mingliang, am willing to do anything for her—even if she wants my life, I wouldn't hesitate, as long as she can come..." Shen Mingliang glanced at Shangguan Shaoyi on the hospital bed and spoke decisively.
Shangguan Yiting was taken aback, her gaze fixed on Shangguan Shaoyi, tears streaming down her face again. "Why must you call Mo Su? Is he really hurt badly?" In fact, a few days ago when Shen Deputy Officer called, it was she who answered. At that time, her relationship with Cheng Mo Su had already reached freezing point; she hadn't mentioned a word about Shangguan Shaoyi's injuries and had rushed over in haste.
"This..." Shen Mingliang bit his lip. "Actually, no. Miss, you can rest assured that Young Master is not seriously injured. It's just that I heard him calling out Miss Cheng's name in his dreams, so I thought if we could invite Miss Cheng, perhaps Young Master would wake up faster."
The seemingly reasonable explanation still couldn't ease her anxious heart; she forced a smile. The two fell silent again, the surrounding atmosphere terrifyingly quiet. They could clearly hear each other's breathing. A row of burning candles consumed their lives; the wax dripped down like tears, forming a crying expression on the candlestick.
Night had fallen, and sporadic raindrops sounded outside. His breathing began to grow stronger and more even, gradually infusing his body with vitality.
Shangguan Yiting noticed that his vital signs were becoming more pronounced and hurriedly asked Shen Mingliang to find a doctor. The doctor came with cold instruments and examined him while smiling slightly in disbelief. "It's truly a miracle; Young Master's fever has subsided, and the wound has no more inflammation. He should be able to wake up completely in a few days."
"That's great." Shangguan Yiting exchanged smiles with Shen Mingliang.
After sending off the doctor, Shen Mingliang arranged accommodation for Shangguan Yiting, but she stubbornly refused to go, insisting on staying to watch over Shangguan Shaoyi. Shen Mingliang helplessly said, "The doctor said that the Young Marshal will be fine, so he will be fine. Miss Shangguan, if you stay here suffering, the Young Marshal will scold me when he wakes up."
Shangguan Yiting chuckled softly. She loved to laugh, but due to the tension of the past few days, she had lost her usual demeanor. She waved her hand casually and said, "Alright, then trouble you, Deputy Officer Shen, to take me over there. But you must take good care of him. If he wakes up, you must be the first to tell me."
"Of course." Shen Mingliang gestured for her to get into the military vehicle.
In the darkness, Shangguan Shaoyi slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was still as dark as lacquer but carried an indescribable complex emotion. In truth, he had been conscious for a while; he just lacked the strength to open his eyes. He had heard every word of the conversation between Shangguan Yiting and Deputy Officer Shen clearly. While he could endure the pain in his body, how could he alleviate the pain in his heart?
Did Mo Su truly resent him so much that she wouldn't even come to see him for what could very well be their last meeting...
He frowned slightly and forced himself to sit up; his sharply defined face was pale.
Shen Mingliang pushed the door open and was taken aback to see Shangguan Shaoyi sitting upright, looking as if he had seen a ghost, his mouth agape in shock.
"What? Don't recognize me?" Shangguan Shaoyi raised an eyebrow, his voice slightly hoarse yet still cold.
"How could I not recognize you?" Shen Mingliang quickly regained his composure and stood at attention saluting. "Young Marshal!"
"What is the current military situation? Speak honestly."
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