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Phoenix Tree, in the midnight rain, unspoken parting pains linger. One leaf after another, one sound after another, the empty steps drip until dawn.
For several days, she had not seen Shaoyi. The thought that Shaoyi would soon reorganize the Army made her uneasy. The sorrow of parting painted circles of sadness that took root in her heart, making the cool night feel even longer and the soft pillow increasingly cold.
She rubbed her sore eyes and sat up; the house was eerily empty. Shangguan Yiting and Zhu Ye Feng had gone to Shanghai, with no word on when they would return. Xiao Jing had also grown quieter, worried about Shen Deputy Officer. As for herself, she was not much of a talker either, which made the quiet villa Western-style House enveloped in layers of loneliness and helplessness.
She went downstairs, and her dim gaze brightened. Brother Zuwei had come at some point, sitting silently in a low chair in the tea room, gazing ahead.
She smiled slightly and walked toward him. He raised his Eyes, looking at her graceful figure, feeling that her light makeup surpassed the beauty of misty clouds.
“Brother Zuwei, it’s been a while since we last met. Why didn’t you have Xiao Jing call me when you came today?” She sat down opposite him; outside, the fine rain fell steadily, and her brows were slightly furrowed, evoking sympathy.
He smiled gently, his gaze as warm and bright as ever. “I heard from Xiao Jing that you were still sleeping. Knowing you haven’t been sleeping well, I didn’t want to disturb you, so I just sat here for a while. I didn’t expect you to come down so quickly.”
She fell silent for a moment, avoiding his warm gaze that flickered with an underlying brightness. The current Brother Zuwei felt unfamiliar to her; she didn’t know when the gap between them had widened. Sometimes they could only exchange smiles to ease the slight awkwardness in the atmosphere.
He cleared his throat twice before she finally looked up at him. His gentle voice remained unchanged. “I’ll be leaving with Shaoyi in a few days. I wanted to come see you before I go.”
Cheng Mosu smiled softly; her snow-white home Qipao was embroidered with lace flowers of various colors. Her eyes remained clear but carried a hint of distance. “Brother Zuwei, please take care of yourself too. Being a War Correspondent may not involve charging into battle, but it is still extremely dangerous, and it comes with the heavy burden of informing the nation about the truth…”
“Don’t worry; I understand.” His expression gradually turned serious as he stopped looking at her and instead focused on the tea before him. “Xiao Su, Yeh Zhenzhen went to my newspaper office for an interview. The Editor kept her on; she insists on going to the front lines with me, and the Editor has already agreed. Can you help me persuade her not to go to such a dangerous place?”
A sudden jolt ran through Cheng Mosu. She recalled that Yeh Zhenzhen had indeed mentioned wanting to become a War Correspondent, hoping to stand alongside Xiao Zuowei. At that time, she hadn’t paid much attention; now it seemed that affection often led to frustration—what seemed indifferent was actually filled with feelings.
"Brother Zuwei, Yeh Zhenzhen is determined to follow you, no matter who tries to persuade her, it won't work."
Xiao Zuowei fell silent, looking at the scattered phoenix tree leaves outside the window. Suddenly, he felt a poignant sensation in his heart, as if his insides were tangled. He was momentarily stunned, reaching out to cover his increasingly irregular heartbeat, his obsidian-like eyes filled with confusion.
"Brother Zuwei, what's wrong?" Cheng Mosu noticed something was off and asked with concern.
"Nothing." He came back to his senses, smiled silently, and set down the half-cold cup of tea he was holding. "I should be heading back soon."
"Why not have lunch first?" Cheng Mosu felt a strong sense of worry. She had never seen Brother Zuwei so out of sorts. Although she didn't know the reason, she couldn't just let him leave like this.
Outside the door came a series of slow yet powerful footsteps. Cheng Mosu was momentarily taken aback; her joy turned into bubbles that swelled in her chest. She smiled brightly at Xiao Zuowei, two small dimples expressing her inner joy. "Brother Zuwei, you have to stay for lunch; Shaoyi is back."
Before Xiao Zuowei could refuse, a tall figure appeared in his line of sight. Shangguan Shaoyi saw him and raised his lips in a smile, patting his shoulder. "Zuo Wei, long time no see! I thought I would only see you on the battlefield in a few days; I didn't expect to run into you at my home."
"Indeed." Xiao Zuowei patted his shoulder and joked, "It's been a while; you seem to have aged quite a bit."
"Aged?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling up.
Xiao Zuowei smiled silently, watching Cheng Mosu's eyes filled with affection for Shaoyi. He initially thought he would feel a flutter in his heart that would fade away with the annoying autumn wind, but instead, he felt a sense of calmness wash over him. Shangguan Shaoyi knew he was eager to leave and wanted to keep him there, but he snapped back to reality, his lips holding a faint smile. "No thanks, I want to visit the Ye Family."
As Xiao Zuowei's figure grew further away, it felt as if the world had come to a standstill, leaving only a light behind him. She gently wiped her eyes, feeling an indescribable sensation in her heart. The figure that had been standing behind her was gradually drifting away like delicate raindrops—silent and subtle. Her mind swirled with countless thoughts, all transforming into a heartfelt blessing for him to find the one who truly belonged to him.
Shangguan Shaoyi wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his long and strong fingers brushing against her fair complexion as he wiped away the tears from her eyes. She cried silently while he asked nothing. He simply lifted her into his arms and lightly kissed her rose-colored lips, his voice growing softer. "Cheng Mosu, let's eat."
She held the knife and fork, her delicate fingertips dancing in the sunlight, smiling gently, like a piece of flawless jade.
He quietly watched her, not mentioning the fact that he would soon be heading to the battlefield, but instead chatted with her about recent amusing stories. In that moment, they resembled an ordinary couple living in seclusion in the deep mountains, enjoying a life akin to that of immortal lovers.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, outlining a graceful lip line. "I wonder when my sister will come back. Without her chattering beside me, it really feels like something is missing."
"Is that so?" Shangguan Shaoyi smiled faintly, his ink-black eyes glimmering subtly. "If she truly marries the Zhu Family's Young Master, this house will have one less person." His tone was calm and unruffled, but she could sense his melancholy. She felt a pang in her heart, knowing that both she and Shaoyi hoped for Shangguan Yiting's happiness, yet both believed that Zhu Ye Feng was not the one who could bring her happiness.
"Young Master, Young Mistress." Xiao Jing entered with a newspaper and a telegram. "Here is today's newspaper, and this telegram is sent by the young lady."
"Thank you." Shangguan Shaoyi took them, his sharp gaze sweeping over the telegram. After a long pause without speaking, Cheng Mosu felt an overwhelming anxiety and directly asked if something had happened.
"No." He raised his head, his lips tightly pressed together. "It's about my sister; she has set a wedding date with Mr. Zhu. The wedding will be held in New North in a few days."
"But aren't you going to war? Won't you miss your sister's wedding?"
"No, the Zhu Family has timed it perfectly; the wedding will take place just before I leave."
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