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Before her eyes was a sea of green. Since the day they met, Shangguan Shaoyi seemed to have vanished, never to be seen again. Occasionally, she would learn from the newspapers that he had pushed southward and taken two provinces. Cheng Mo Su put down the book in her hands and looked out the window with a sense of frustration; why did the vibrant greenery appear desolate in her eyes?
"Miss Cheng, today the kitchen made pan-fried buns, which you like," Xiao Jing said as she brought in a plate with a smile.
"Just put it there; I'm not hungry." Cheng Mo Su didn't even glance at it, remaining motionless. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her elegant features. The corners of her mouth were slightly pressed together, revealing her fatigue. Xiao Jing looked at her with concern; she hadn't eaten much these past few days, and he worried that her body wouldn't hold up over time.
Cheng Mo Su smiled faintly, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, dispelling the shadows under her eyes. "Xiao Jing, you've really had a hard time these days. Since I came from Shanghai, you are the only one who has treated me well. Once I leave, you won't have to be caught between me and Miss Shangguan anymore. I suppose..."
"What do you mean, Miss Cheng? Are you planning to leave?" Xiao Jing was taken aback and quickly said, "The young master truly cares for you; please don't think that just because he's been busy lately and hasn't had time to take care of you..."
"That's not the reason." Cheng Mo Su interrupted her gently but firmly. "I once believed that as long as two people loved each other, nothing could stand in their way. But now I realize that love alone is not enough; love is beautiful yet fragile."
"What do you mean, Miss?"
"I have never worried about food or clothing since I was a child." Cheng Mo Su's smile was somewhat sorrowful. "I am a socialite from Shanghai; everyone has treated me well without me realizing it was all due to my father's influence. Now that my father has severed ties with me, I am like a solitary leaf on a boat, unable to help Shaoyi at all. He aims for greatness and needs someone who can assist him, not someone like me who is broken and helpless. Moreover, there are other issues between us—the enmity of our families and Miss Rong's death—making us drift further apart."
"Why must you belittle yourself like this? The young master has never thought that way; in his heart, you are unique."
"Xiao Jing, I have already seen my future with him." Her clear eyes slowly turned towards the lilies in the blue-and-white porcelain vase, blooming vibrantly—snow white and translucent yet still unable to escape the fate of wilting.
Perhaps because she hadn't spoken so much in a long time, she felt slightly breathless and leaned back a bit, slowly closing her eyes while still wearing that graceful smile. Tomorrow she would return to Shanghai to seek her father's forgiveness and marry someone she didn't even know according to his wishes, leading a dull life. It sounded somewhat terrifying, but if she truly made up her mind, it wouldn't matter.
She began to pack her things; in reality, there was nothing much to pack since she hadn't brought anything with her and therefore didn't need to take anything when leaving. However... she shook her wrist slightly, and the ring on her ring finger sparkled brightly in the sunlight, crystal clear.
Thinking of the moment he slipped the ring onto her finger, the sunlight was dazzling, warm, and sweet. However, the beauty of that time has now transformed into today's lament. She thought they would have forever, but what is forever really? Is it the rest of one's life or a silent separation?
She took off the ring, which had left an imprint on her ring finger, reminding her of the happy past. But this imprint would eventually fade, and by then she feared that when she thought of him, it would feel like a fleeting dream, and over time she would forget her purest self from those years. She bit her lip and put the ring back on.
She went downstairs, intending to say goodbye to Shangguan Yiting. However, Shangguan Yiting walked past her as if she didn't exist and returned to her room. She smiled lightly; if she stayed any longer, she feared she wouldn't be able to get along with Shangguan Yiting either. The Shangguan Family felt like a thousand-year-old ice cellar, cold and devoid of any place for her to belong.
She looked up at the sky above her head, thinking that he was still under the same blue sky as she was, which brought a hint of sweetness to her heart. She clasped her hands together and prayed for his safety.
The battlefield was filled with smoke and chaos, with bodies strewn everywhere. Countless feelings of parting were played out here; only a thousand tears could express the longing for home and loved ones. The confrontation with the south had entered its most intense phase, with both sides tense and ready to strike.
In the command camp, Shangguan Shaoyi was carefully studying the map while reports of heavy casualties kept coming in. The sounds of cannon fire surrounded them, making it hard to hear anything else clearly.
"Shen Deputy Officer!" he called out. "We are facing continuous defeats and a demoralized army. If this continues, we won't be able to break through."
"What does the Young Marshal mean..." Shen Mingliang interjected.
Shangguan Shaoyi adjusted his military uniform; a glint of determination flashed in his pitch-black eyes. He put on his military cap, his face resolute. "Let General Zhang stay at the command center; we will charge to the front lines!"
Shen Mingliang was taken aback. "Young Marshal, while this action may boost morale, it is too dangerous. I believe we should not proceed this way."
"I have returned from the gates of hell countless times; as a soldier, dying on the battlefield is the highest honor." Shangguan Shaoyi raised his brow slightly. Seeing that Shangguan Shaoyi had made up his mind, Shen Mingliang said no more and stood at attention saluting. "I vow to follow you to death, Young Marshal!"
The rising dust mixed with the sounds of cannon fire as rows of troops bravely advanced forward, each face displaying fierce determination. Their Young Marshal was charging at the forefront; how could they not fight? The disheartened army gradually rallied together, turning their defeats step by step toward victory.
But swords are ultimately merciless, and bullets have no eyes.
"Young Marshal!" A loud shout from Shen Mingliang was likely the last sound Shangguan Shaoyi heard before losing consciousness.
Shen Mingliang stood straight in the military tent, resenting himself for not blocking that bullet for Shangguan Shaoyi. The accompanying German doctor was tirelessly performing surgery; the gunshot wound was severe. The doctor said that if it had been just one millimeter higher, it would have pierced the heart, and there would be no hope left.
He furrowed his brow tightly, watching as the doctor inserted the scalpel into Shangguan Shaoyi's left chest where he had been shot. The wound was severely infected. Although Shangguan Shaoyi had lost consciousness, he seemed to still sense the deep, bone-deep pain, letting out a muffled groan as his body trembled violently.
He approached Shangguan Shaoyi, finally noticing the beads of sweat covering his forehead and his pale lips. Those lips kept moving as if calling for something. He leaned closer and could clearly hear the soft, slow murmurs filled with tenderness and sweetness echoing in the thin air.
"Mo Su..."
Shen Mingliang was slightly taken aback, tears streamed down his dark face without him even realizing it. He rubbed his eyes and walked out of the tent, dialing the phone number for the Shangguan Family.
On the other end of the line was Shangguan Yiting's voice, but he couldn't distinguish it, thinking it was Cheng Mo who answered. He raised his voice and said, "Miss Cheng, the Young Marshal... he has been shot and is now unconscious. The doctor says he might not make it... He has been calling your name; you should come quickly. This might be your last chance to see him."
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