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"Mo Su..."
Who was calling her? She dazedly lifted her eyes, and her blurry vision suddenly became clear. She saw the handsome face she missed so much, now staring intently at her, with a complex and enigmatic expression. She rubbed her eyes, fearing she was hallucinating. How could he be here? How did he get in...
When she opened her eyes again, her nervousness vanished because... he was still there...
This time, she dared to confirm it and immediately threw herself into his arms, tears silently streaming down her face. His dark pupils trembled slightly as his large hand covered her small head, the warmth of his palm flowing through her like a warm current, gradually restoring her to normal. His brow was tightly furrowed as he grasped her small hand, which was dripping with blood, and said sternly, "What happened?"
She smiled softly but did not answer. Shangguan Shaoyi felt a pang in his heart and rummaged through the cabinet to find the first aid kit to bandage her up. She watched his lowered gaze, his tightly knitted brows, and his pursed lips. A smile slowly spread across her face; indeed, it didn't matter what others said. As long as she could see him, whether the future was perilous or bright, whether it was a dilemma or clarity, it no longer mattered.
What mattered was that he was by her side.
His gaze slowly met hers but caught sight of her smile and paused in surprise. "Why are you still smiling? Doesn't it hurt anymore?"
She shook her head; being held by him felt so good. She inhaled the unique scent of gunpowder on him, and the smile on her lips became even more charming. Suddenly remembering something, she looked up and asked, "How did you get in?"
He gently ruffled her hair with a tender and affectionate motion and lightly kissed her slightly cool forehead before saying, "Did you forget our first meeting?"
Cheng Mo Su nestled deeper into his embrace and playfully pouted, "That time scared me to death; someone suddenly appeared in my room." Her eyes brightened. "You came in just like that time."
He nodded with a smile, tightening his arm around her. His voice made her feel incredibly secure. "Mo Su, no matter how long it takes, I will make your father agree."
Cheng Mo Su suddenly perked up, pulling him to sit on the edge of the bed and presenting the fruit platter sent by her father after dinner. Shangguan Shaoyi smiled and reached for a small piece of apple to feed it to her. She blushed but obediently opened her mouth to swallow it down. With a light smile that carried a hint of youthful playfulness, she said, "I wanted you to eat; why are you feeding me instead?"
"You look like you haven't eaten or slept well," he said, looking at her slightly pale cheeks with concern.
She shook her head, her bare face as pure as snowflakes, gazing at him. "I can't sleep or eat."
"Don't worry so much, I will be here for everything," he said as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, filled with pity for her. He knew it would be incredibly difficult to persuade Cheng Yi, but neither of them could sever the bond between them. Therefore, he was willing to give everything a try.
Time waits for no one; it flows little by little, gathering into a vast river that rushes into the sea, never to return.
He gazed at the person in his arms, her hair gently brushing against his cheek. He watched her slightly fluttering eyelashes, imagining her water-like eyes and a smile calmer than the sky. He looked up at the clock and softly said, "Mo Su, it's late; you should sleep."
"Sleep?" Her rose-colored lips parted slightly as she monotonously repeated the word, her gaze hollow and staring into the void. "I can't sleep," she whispered, her voice trembling in the still air, causing her body to sway slightly.
He sighed, ignoring her words, and picked her up effortlessly, placing her on the bed. His large hand covered her beautiful eyes as he spoke gently, "Be good; go to sleep."
"No." She resembled a stubborn child, pulling at his sleeve with her delicate hand, her lovely brows furrowed together.
"Then close your eyes; I'll tell you a story." He leaned beside her, letting her rest on his arm. The scent of gunpowder filled her nostrils, and in that moment, she felt at ease and obediently closed her eyes. She listened to his deep and pleasant voice coming from above her head like warm rays falling down, slowly melting in her heart.
As he told the story, his gaze fell on her peaceful sleeping face. Their hands were tightly intertwined, filling the air with a sweet fragrance. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl whose parents ate lettuce and caused her to be captured by a witch. The witch locked her in an ivory tower where she had never encountered the outside world. Every time the witch came in, she would let down her long hair as a ladder." Cheng Mo's breathing became more even; a few tears froze at the corners of her eyes, appearing almost transparent under the light. He gently loosened their clasped hands and covered her with a snow-white blanket while quietly watching her sleep.
He sighed and turned to leave but heard her mumble in her sleep behind him, "I want to leave with him too..."
He paused for a moment and turned back to look at her sleeping form. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly; her complexion was pale and translucent, blending seamlessly with the white sheets.
This slumber was so sweet that she slept until noon.
She moved her fingers slightly; blurred consciousness suddenly awakened as cold air enveloped her. She stared blankly at the window seat without any trace of his presence. Rubbing her sore eyes, she felt a dryness at the tip of her nose. Her open palm felt weak and powerless; looking at it made a smile suddenly bloom on her face.
Her palm was wrapped in bandages—his handiwork from last night.
Everything that happened last night was real, not a dream. She approached the mirror, pinching her cheeks that had flushed from missing him, her clear eyes sparkling with tiny glimmers, and a light smile gracing her lips. She remembered that he had told her a story last night, one she had heard before, called "Rapunzel," also known as "Lettuce Girl."
She quietly gazed at the window bars, recalling how Lettuce Girl and the prince had escaped from the tower together and lived happily ever after. She clenched her palm, slowly solidifying a decision in her heart.
"Su'er," he said in a deep voice, "Shangguan Lin came again just now." She turned to look at her father, her eyes filled with hope. Cheng Yi paused for a moment but continued, "I let him go. He said he would keep visiting until I agreed. I told him that was impossible." He pushed a red envelope in front of Cheng Mo Su, his gaze profound. "This is the guest list for the engagement banquet. Take a look and see if there’s anyone you want to add."
"I won't look!" Her eyelashes trembled violently with anger, and her cheeks flushed bright red. "You've already made your decision; why do you need me to look?" Without thinking further, she rushed toward the front door but was firmly blocked by two men in black, leaving no room for escape.
"Yes, I've made my decision; you have no say in it." Cheng Yi adjusted his tie as he ascended the stairs, not forgetting to remind them, "You two take the young lady back to her room. If anything goes wrong during this time, you'll be held responsible." The two men in black nodded in response; rather than saying they would "escort" Cheng Mo Su, they literally "dragged" her back to her room.
Shangguan Shaoyi leaned against the cold wall at the Cheng Family entrance, rubbing his throbbing temples as he contemplated his next move.
Feng Yin anxiously handed him a letter. "Young Master, this is a telegram received yesterday at the residence meant for you. I didn’t have a chance to give it to you while you were speaking with the master."
"Thank you." He straightened up and took the telegram, his pitch-black pupils narrowing slightly.
The snow-white paper bore only four large characters.
Crisis. Return quickly.
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