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Shangguan Shaoyi leaned against the window, bathed in the soft moonlight as he gazed at Cheng Mo Su lying on the bed. She looked peaceful and beautiful, her sleeves lightly veiling his eyes. Her smile was vivid in his memory, clear like a silhouette, with dark strands of hair scattered across the pristine sheets. The rain outside fell heavily, creating a desolate atmosphere.
Beneath his expressionless face lay a turbulent heart. Since Mo Su fainted just before the wedding concluded, three doctors had come. They looked at her pale face and shook their heads helplessly, discussing medical terms he had no desire to hear, ultimately arriving at one conclusion.
The lady had ingested a large amount of medication; although rescue efforts were timely, she likely would not wake up.
He moved Eyes, grasping her small hand. Her features remained unchanged, yet devoid of any expression, as if she could neither feel pain nor joy, lying there quietly with her eyes closed, allowing the lingering fragrance and tranquility to remain on his Fingertips.
"Young Master." Xiao Jing approached him with a basin of water. At the sound of her voice, he stirred slightly, reaching for the cloth soaked in the basin and gently placing it on her forehead, as if any slight pressure would cause her to disperse. Unable to bear the sorrow in Shangguan Shaoyi's gentle eyes, Xiao Jing bit her lip and said, "The Young Mistress is just like she's asleep; she will wake up eventually. Don't believe what those doctors say."
Shangguan Shaoyi did not respond. After a moment of silence, Xiao Jing quietly retreated, gently closing the door curtain behind her, leaving a room filled with lingering emotions.
He followed Cheng Mo Su's flowing hair like a waterfall; its silky strands tangled around his Fingertips, disturbingly captivating. He smiled slightly; Mo Su had always cherished her hair. If she woke up and found him playing with it like this, she would likely look at him with those Water-colored Eyes, filled with a mix of affection and annoyance.
The corners of his Lips twitched slightly as his dark pupils suddenly felt heavy.
"Mo Su." He hurriedly suppressed his surging emotions and turned his gaze to the stars outside the window. "Do you remember what you once told me?"
He paused but heard no answer from her, saw no reflection in those clear Water Eyes.
A sorrowful smile crossed his face as his hardened heart began to crumble little by little; the walls he built for her were collapsing piece by piece.
"You once said, 'May I be like the Star Lord, like the moon, shining brightly every night.'" The room was dimly lit; no one responded or answered; even breathing felt unusually slow and excessive. He leaned down closer to her delicate ear. "Look how dazzling the starry sky is these days; when you wake up, we will truly become that star and moon."
Outside the door came rustling sounds; his hearing was excellent. With a slight focus, he could hear clearly.
"Right now, the Young Master is with the Young Mistress. Her condition is very poor; please do not disturb them."
"But we have to set off!" Shen Deputy Officer's voice, even when lowered, was still an octave higher than usual. He shook his head helplessly and called out, "Please come in."
Shen Mingliang smiled proudly at Xiao Jing, pushed the door open, stood at attention, and saluted, "Young Marshal! All is ready! Please return, Young Marshal!"
Yes, he was still the Young Marshal. He still bore the lives of countless soldiers on his shoulders, the fate of Feng Province, and the honor and disgrace of the nation. He still had things that needed to be accomplished.
He stood up straight, his posture tall and upright, his military uniform neat. His pitch-black eyes regained their usual coldness and sharpness. He dared not look at Cheng Mo Su, who lay unconscious on the bed. He feared that if he glanced over, he would collapse under the weight of it all. But what if Mo Su never woke up again?
Without her, what else was there to worry about or be concerned for?
Mo Su, wait for me to return. Even if you never wake up, I will remain steadfast.
It wasn't until she was truly about to leave him that he realized how this beautiful world could not compare to her soft whispers. Gaining the world but losing her left no warmth in his heart. With the moon intoxicated and stars asleep, he only wished to continue their past connection. Listening to the flourishing fade away, he longed to reclaim what once was.
He silently recited this in his heart until finally, his shiny boots took a large step forward.
The ancient door gently closed behind him. Cheng Mo Su's bright eyes and white teeth, her delicate brows were all etched into his heart, remembered from those old times.
Xiao Jing watched as Shangguan Shaoyi left with her husband. She hesitated several times before speaking; seeing Shangguan Shaoyi's resolute back made her realize he was going to fight desperately. She raised her eyes to look at Cheng Mo Su's room, hoping that Cheng Mo Su would wake up soon. Although the doctor had already given a grim verdict, miracles could happen, couldn't they?
Meeting in a sea of people, falling in love, getting to know each other, making promises—this was a miracle. By this measure, Cheng Mo Su and Shangguan Shaoyi had already forged too many bonds; one more wouldn't matter.
She poured herself a cup of hot tea and quietly sipped it.
A commotion of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She quickly set down her teacup and stood up. "Miss, Brother-in-law, why are you here? Didn't you go to Shanghai?"
Shangguan Yiting clearly already knew about Cheng Mo Su's unconscious state. Last night during the wedding's conclusion, something had happened to Cheng Mo Su. By then, she had already returned to Zhu Family's newly arranged home in New North amidst the crowd's cheers. It was only this morning that she received a phone call from Xiao Zuo inquiring about it; upon learning of the situation, she hadn't even rushed to catch the train back to Shanghai but hurried back to Shangguan Residence instead.
She hurriedly ran up the stairs, with Zhu Ye Feng following closely behind, afraid she might fall. She muttered, "With Mo Su in this state, how can I possibly feel like going back to Shanghai!"
Pushing aside the curtain, the fragrance of flowers enveloped her. The traces left by Cheng Mo Su were still imprinted in every corner of the room. She was initially dazed but finally saw Cheng Mo Su's pale face under the IV drip, stunned.
"How could this happen..." she murmured, grasping Cheng Mo Su's delicate wrist. "Just yesterday everything was fine; how could it suddenly turn out like this?"
"The doctor said Young Mistress accidentally ingested a large amount of medication, so..."
Shangguan Yiting paused for a moment, then looked up at Zhu Ye Feng. Zhu Ye Feng's gaze did not waver; he met her eyes directly and shrugged, saying, "Don't look at me; I'm not a doctor and can't solve any complicated problems."
He secretly pondered that yesterday, while everyone was distracted, he had slipped the drug into the wine meant for Shangguan Shaoyi. Who would have thought that Shangguan Shaoyi was too clever and found a way to avoid it? The wine ended up being accidentally consumed by Cheng Mo Su. He looked regretfully at the beauty on the bed and clicked his tongue a few times; it was truly a pity that such a gentle and elegant woman would perish.
"Where's Xiao Lin?" Shangguan Yiting looked around as if searching for a lifeline.
"The Young Marshal just rushed to the battlefield."
Shangguan Yiting's heart sank further. Cheng Mo Su's gentle smile and her sparkling water-like eyes seemed to linger in her mind. She couldn't understand why such an unassuming girl was treated so cruelly.
She bit her lip and turned to Zhu Ye Feng, saying, "I'm not going back. You can go by yourself. Until Mo Su wakes up or we find out whether she was harmed by herself or by treacherous people, I will stay here."
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