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He sat in the empty command center, his eyes tightly closed. His pale knuckles cracked rhythmically as he clenched his fists. A heavy wave of fatigue swept over his body, and he leaned on the table, falling into a deep sleep. The sharp angles of his face were filled with exhaustion, which was unsettling.
In recent days, he had been dreaming of her.
He grasped her soft little hand that reached out to him in the dream, recalling her gentle and quiet demeanor, watching the tears hidden in her Water Eyes, listening to her barely audible voice. His black eyes were as deep and turbulent as the sea, filled with profound affection, and the corners of his lips lifted into a subtle arc that only she could perceive.
“Mo Su…” he murmured her name, sitting up only to meet a pair of inquisitive eyes before him, momentarily taken aback.
Huang Wei was dressed in an exquisite Qipao, adorned with precious purple marten fur around her neck. The patterns on her dress shimmered under the cold light, becoming enchanting and brilliant.
He stood up as sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating him like a silent glory.
“Miss Huang Wei,” he frowned slightly, trying to recall, “I suppose I should now call you Mrs. Huang? May I ask what brings you here?”
Huang Wei smiled gently, her snowy eyes sparkling. The jade bracelet on her wrist exuded a refreshing aura. She crossed her arms and said, “I’m going back to Shanghai and wanted to see Mo Su one last time before I leave. Would you like to join me?”
He raised an eyebrow, a radiant light spilling forth.
The two walked side by side through the cemetery, not a word exchanged between them. As they stepped onto the moderately thick snow, even the sounds became elongated. The gravestones bore different names and stories, each enough to evoke a sense of unease. He lowered his gaze, his footsteps halting before Cheng Mo Su's gravestone, the medal on his chest faintly glimmering.
Huang Wei smiled faintly, tinged with sorrow. “I remember the first time I saw you was at that Christmas ball years ago. Even though you wore a mask, I could still sense your powerful aura. Mo Su liked you then; I think she really had good taste. Later during our horseback riding lessons, I noticed her feelings for you deepening. I was initially worried for you both, but then I learned you were actually the young marshal from Northeast China, which eased my mind.”
As she slowly recounted past events, memories he had once dared not touch surged to the forefront of his mind through her soft whispers. Unconsciously, he lifted the corners of his mouth as he listened to her continue: “Mo Su was actually very stubborn; she loved all of you. She always prioritized you above all else. If her departure could help you in any way, even if it pained her deeply, she would still leave.”
"I know this." He glanced at Huang Wei lightly.
"So, Shaoyi, let go. Let yourself and Cheng Mosu have some freedom," she said calmly, her voice blending with Snowflake, drifting into the sky. "Your new wife is quite remarkable; in just a few days, the entire upper class of the North knows she is pregnant. If Cheng Mosu were aware from beyond, she would only wish for you to have a complete family. If you can occasionally think of her, that would be enough for her."
Shangguan Shaoyi turned his Eyes away, his gaze deep like a cold pond. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "You are not Cheng Mosu; you cannot guess how she felt. Whether I forget Cheng Mosu or what kind of life I want to live is my choice alone, and I do not need others to worry about it."
Huang Wei moved her lips, wanting to say something more, but he lightly raised his Fingertips to stop her words and said flatly, "It's getting late; let me take you home."
A hidden gaze not far away shifted slightly.
After sending Huang Wei away, Shangguan Yiting called him again to urge him to come home. He had already declined three times; it was no longer feasible to keep avoiding it. With a helpless sigh, he tidied up his military uniform and drove back to Shangguan Residence.
The residence had many new additions; the piano in the Hall had been moved out, while an indoor fountain was perfectly placed in the center of his view. He paused slightly and ignored the smiling faces of Shangguan Yiting and Jiang Yating as he went straight to his room. However, Cheng Mosu's poetry collection and paintbrush were nowhere to be found on the desk.
He felt a surge of anger and slammed the door open, saying, "Where are the poetry collection and paintbrush from the desk?"
Jiang Yating was taken aback and turned to look at Shangguan Yiting, who nodded at her and called out, "Those things are no longer being used by anyone; I put them away."
"Where did you put them?" A sharp glint passed through his eyes, but his face remained expressionless.
Shangguan Yiting replied irritably, "Why are you still fixated on those past things? You are about to become a father now; when you come home, shouldn't you first care about your wife and child?"
Jiang Yating quickly grabbed Shangguan Yiting's hand, her brows holding a smile as she looked at Shangguan Shaoyi. Her Eyes rippled slightly with charm as she spoke in a clear voice tinged with a hint of grievance, "I put them in your cabinet; if you want to see them, you can anytime."
Shangguan Shaoyi looked around and noticed many familiar places had changed. Shangguan Yiting glanced at his increasingly stern face and hurriedly said, "I consulted a feng shui master, and those masters said this arrangement is beneficial for fertility, so I..."
"What era are we in? You still believe in these things." Shangguan Shaoyi glanced at her helplessly, turned, and went downstairs, not intending to linger any longer. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. You can do whatever you want with this house, but my room is not to be touched!"
"Where are you going! Stop right there!" Shangguan Yiting shouted, pulling Yating over. "The doctor said you need to spend more time with your wife. Just think about how long you've actually been with Yating. If this continues, aren't you afraid she'll become depressed?"
He looked at Yating calmly, but Yating felt the piercing gaze hurt her, an overwhelming tension spreading throughout her body. She prided herself on being exceptionally clever, but when faced with Shangguan Shaoyi's eyes, she felt like a child with nowhere to escape, her heart filled with unease and panic.
She quickly shook off these emotions, her cool fingers brushing off the dust from his collar. Her hands rested on his chest as she deliberately softened her voice, "Alright, alright. Sister is just worried about me. If I upset you, then don’t come back. But you must promise me that when the baby is born, you'll be by my side; that way I can feel a bit more at ease..."
"Yating, where did you get such a good temper? You should make him come back to accompany you every day. When Mo Su was around, no matter how busy he was..." Shangguan Yiting suddenly realized she had said something inappropriate and immediately stopped speaking, glancing at Yating unintentionally. However, Yating acted as if she hadn't heard anything, her smile still bright.
Shangguan Shaoyi glanced at the two of them, his calm voice echoing in the air. "Yating is not that fragile; she doesn't need me to accompany her every day. Also..."
His gaze shifted sharply, becoming as sharp as a blade. "Yating, the person you sent to spy on me today has already been locked up by me. If there's another time, you know what the consequences will be!"
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