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Time passed without her noticing, and only when the light dimmed did she come to her senses. She saw the Nurse bringing in a bowl of vegetable rice and smiled, "Young Mistress, you’ve been working hard for so long and haven’t eaten all day. You still need to take care of Young Commander; you mustn’t wear yourself out."
She smiled lightly, tightened the snow satin long white Fringe shawl draped over her shoulders, took the bowl with a small crack in it, picked up the spoon, but silently set it down again. The Nurse, feeling anxious, asked, "What’s wrong? Is it not to your taste?"
She hurried to explain, "No, please don’t think too much about it. It’s just that I really have no appetite, that’s all..."
The Nurse felt relieved and advised, "You need to eat more. I’ll change the medicine and then go out. Young Mistress, remember to eat something."
She nodded and watched as the Nurse finished changing the medicine. Rubbing her sore eyes, she realized the Nurse was right; she had to eat something. If she fell ill herself, not only would she be unable to care for him, but she would also trouble others to take care of her. Holding the cracked bowl, she gently traced her fingers along its rim and swallowed a small mouthful.
The pocket watch inside the house ticked away steadily as time passed by second by second. However, she could no longer hold on and had to rise from her seat. Standing by the window, she gazed at the moonlight that was about to rise and lit a Red Candle, illuminating a sense of sorrow.
Behind her came his voice—so familiar yet so distant—“Cheng Mosu.”
Her heart jolted; he had indeed woken up. She hurriedly wanted to find the Doctor but was stopped by him. She reached up to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks as he beckoned her over. She walked in front of him; the porridge in the bowl had already cooled down, and half a candle had burned out. He held her cool palm and felt that she radiated a faint glow that enveloped his heart.
“Cheng Mosu, why are you here?” His tone carried a hint of reproach. “It’s very dangerous here.”
“I know.” Just being able to talk with him made her feel incredibly satisfied and happy. She grasped his large hand back and smiled, “I heard you were in trouble, so I rushed over.”
“Foolish girl, what trouble could I be in? Don’t worry.” His Jet-Black Eyes were tinged with tranquility and depth from the silent night. “What’s happening outside now?”
A sudden pang of pain slipped through Cheng Mosu's heart as she softly replied, “Ruan Yu is temporarily taking your position now.”
He felt a tightening in his chest upon hearing the words “Ruan Yu,” and he couldn't help but cough. She hurried to help him catch his breath, going to the iron kettle to pour tea, but she heard his voice drifting through the air, reaching her heart: “Ruan Yu is indeed not dead; you can finally relax.”
She was momentarily stunned, her hand shaking slightly as she poured the tea, causing it to spill onto the red lacquered wooden table and flow onto the floor. She bit her rose-colored lips, realizing that there were some things she needed to clarify with him. She brought the tea to him; the black tea had already cooled, yet the fragrance emanating from her delicate wrist lingered around him, subtle and unpretentious. Just like her eyes and brows, clear and bright.
She smiled gently, a faint smile playing on her serene face, like a blooming magnolia, appreciating its own beauty, pure and elegant. She lowered her eyes slightly and said softly, “Shaoyi, actually it was Ruan Yu who brought me here this time. When I realized he was not dead, I did feel a sense of relief. But to me, he is merely a passerby in my life. I saved him, and he has helped me; I know he will treat me well, and I hope he can live well. Our relationship ends there.”
“But Shaoyi, don’t you know how I feel about you?”
Shangguan Shaoyi was taken aback, his gaze deepening. She pressed her rose-colored lips tightly together; years later, she still looked as beautiful as before. Time had passed and circumstances had changed, but when her delicate fingertips once again touched his heartstrings, all his troubled emotions dissipated like smoke. They wandered through life together, with only memories remaining in their hearts and longing that had not faded.
He did not leave, nor did she avoid him; thus time passed by like this, leaving only the two of them behind.
He reached out to tousle her hair and finally revealed a hint of a smile as he said lightly, “Cheng Mosu, please go find the nurse for me.”
She blinked her water-colored eyes, a smile brightening her face as she responded and turned to push the door open. Outside stood another figure; those narrow eyes were fixed on her. She felt flustered under his gaze; her rose-colored lips moved slightly as Ruan Yu seemed to understand everything. He curled his lips into a smile without saying a word and walked away into the distance. The sound of his polished boots echoed loudly in the quiet night as his tall figure cast shadows of loneliness and solitude.
It should be this way; the trajectory of life is too narrow to accommodate many people.
She watched his figure grow more distant and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes before calling the nurse inside. The nurse changed the dressing and gave her some instructions. When she learned that his life was finally no longer in danger, she let out a long sigh of relief.
This night felt especially long; Ruan Yu's ambush had indeed played a significant role in catching the Japanese Army off guard. Due to his outstanding performance and Shangguan Shaoyi's serious injuries, Jiang Shanghao ordered Shangguan Shaoyi to go to Ezhou.
At that time, the flames of war had not yet spread to Ezhou. The army within Ezhou patrolled regularly with strict vigilance, which calmed some anxious hearts. Shangguan Shaoyi acquired a property in Ezhou to recuperate in peace and spend some tranquil time with his wife and children.
Ling Heng had already learned some simple words and phrases, and he had also learned to walk. He looked increasingly like Shangguan Shaoyi, showing no trace of his biological mother.
"Mom, hug..." He opened his arms, and Cheng Mosu held him in her embrace, a pair of shallow dimples appearing at the corners of her lips. Shangguan Shaoyi lay half-reclined on the bed, watching her play with Ling Heng, a faint smile lingering on his face. Ling Heng turned to see his father and couldn't help but grin widely, saying, "Daddy hug."
Cheng Mosu placed him in Shangguan Shaoyi's arms. Shangguan Shaoyi gently held him, suddenly recalling his own childhood. The strictness and teachings from his father were still fresh in his memory. He lowered his eyes, unwilling to treat his child the same way, hoping only for him to grow up healthy.
"Shaoyi, what do you think we should have for dinner tonight?" Cheng Mosu asked, her beautiful brows holding a smile, though her gaze was as calm as water as she quietly looked at him.
He paused for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly, and spoke in a low and pleasant tone, "I won't be having dinner at home tonight."
"Oh, today is the day for military training." She glanced at the calendar and said softly.
"Son-in-law." Feng Yin pushed the door open and handed him a sealed letter. "This was just delivered by Zhang's Deputy; it's an urgent document."
He acknowledged with a sound and opened the document to read it, his gaze becoming deep and focused.
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