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The sky gradually darkened, another day passed. The afterglow of the sunset lingered for miles, and swans flew in groups over the shimmering surface of the lake, splashing water everywhere.
Cheng Mo Su quietly gazed at the oil painting. Unlike traditional Chinese paintings, she had a good foundation and learned faster than her classmates. Beside her, Yeh Zhenzhen's frustrated voice broke through, "It's so annoying; I just can't paint well."
Only then did she lift her eyes from her canvas to look over, unable to help but smile. "What you painted is not a swan at all."
"Yeah, it turned into a bunch of ducks." Yeh Zhenzhen sighed helplessly, which made Cheng Mo Su laugh even more. Seeing that Cheng Mo Su was in a better mood, Yeh Zhenzhen timely asked, "Mo Su, where's Brother Zuo Wei? I haven't seen him in class lately, and I can't find him at the library either. If he doesn't come back soon, he might not earn enough credits this year."
Cheng Mo Su's mood sank again. Since that day, she hadn't seen Xiao Zuo Wei either. To say she wasn't worried would be a lie, but what good was worrying? She had already made her stance clear to Brother Zuo Wei; he probably didn't want to see her now.
"Forget it; let's not talk about that. Let's pack up our painting supplies and go have dinner. Today it's my treat." Yeh Zhenzhen quickly started tidying up, still smiling.
A few French girls from their class ran over with a newspaper. "Yeh Zhenzhen, look at what this newspaper says. Is this man the one you told us about, General Shangguan?"
Yeh Zhenzhen laughed awkwardly twice and glanced at Cheng Mo Su's profile, which remained calm as water, as if unaware of what was happening here. The French girls were also friendly with Cheng Mo Su and invited her to join them to look at the newspaper. She could have ignored it entirely, but when she touched the photo being passed around, she froze slightly.
The warm memories from the past were laid out before her. Her delicate white hand held the black-and-white photo, trembling unconsciously.
Yeh Zhenzhen fiddled with her bangs in frustration, wishing she could shoot daggers with her eyes at those meddlesome French girls.
Cheng Mo Su's pupils suddenly tightened; the person in the photo had sharp features and a cold gaze. Dressed in military attire adorned with a few golden tassels, he looked both noble and luxurious while subtly revealing his extraordinary aura.
"Mo Su, what does this newspaper say? Can you translate it for us?" several French girls requested.
She smiled weakly; something she thought she had forgotten suddenly resurfaced with just a casual mention. Her water-colored eyes sparkled like the moon and stars, like lakes and ice, gently blinking with infinite tenderness. She feigned calmness and twirled her jet-black hair with her delicate fingers. "This morning in Feng Province, a ceremony was held to change banners; this is a photo of General Shangguan attending the ceremony..."
"Who is the woman next to him? Is she your cousin?" one sharp-eyed French girl pointed at a corner of the photo and asked.
Yeh Zhenzhen smiled helplessly, not daring to look at Cheng Mo's expression. "This is not my cousin. The stories I mentioned before, please don't take them to heart; I made them up."
A few French girls looked at her in disbelief, but seeing that Yeh Zhenzhen did not want to elaborate, they stopped asking further questions.
Cheng Mo smiled faintly, her fingertips trembling slightly as she gazed at the black-and-white photo in the newspaper, carefully examining his features.
He seemed to smile even less now, becoming more composed.
However... her gaze wandered, and she paused slightly, her heart suddenly aching. Not far behind him stood a woman, her smile radiant as a flower, with an unparalleled beauty and eyes like stars. She wore a snow-white mink coat and a red qipao that accentuated her graceful figure.
"Who is she..." Rose-Colored Lips trembled slightly.
Yeh Zhenzhen followed her gaze and explained, "Mo Su, I heard my parents mention this when I called a few days ago. That lady should be Jiang Yating, the daughter of Jiang Shaohao. She recently married Ruan Yu but is now divorced. It seems Jiang Shaohao is trying to matchmake her with Young Master Shangguan."
After a moment of silence, she continued, "Mo Su, my parents also said that Jiang Yating has been in contact with Young Master recently. It’s said that their relationship has become an open secret in Feng Province. Young Master seems to admire her; he treats her differently from other women. Since you have decided to break up with him, just cut all ties and don’t hold onto any lingering feelings. Besides, you have your brother Zuo Wei who has always been by your side..."
Water-Colored Eyes moved slightly. "Yeh Zhenzhen, do you want me to be with Brother Zuo Wei?"
"Yes," Yeh Zhenzhen replied with a smile. "Because Brother Zuo Wei likes you."
"But don’t you like him?"
"However, I want him to be happy." Yeh Zhenzhen's eyes shone brightly in the night like stars radiating their unique light. It seemed she remembered something and spoke again, "I hope both of you can be happy."
Leaning against a parasol tree was a young man whose warm eyes moved slightly. This phrase sounded familiar; he had quietly watched Rong Yuqiao face the same question: "Do you really like her so much that you can wish for her happiness from afar?" Rong Yuqiao scoffed at that.
He still remembered the time when he quietly smiled, his warm eyes filled with a sorrowful implication, "I hope both she and Shaoyi are happy."
Memories overlapped with reality, and somehow, someone shared the same feelings as him.
Yeh Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and reached out to link arms with Cheng Mosu. "Let's go back to the dorm."
Before they had taken a few steps, Xiao Zuowei emerged from behind a tree, catching them off guard.
He quietly looked at Cheng Mosu; under the light, her profile appeared particularly beautiful, subtly revealing an indescribable sadness. He approached her, gently smoothing her slightly furrowed brow and softly asked, "How have you been these past few days?"
She was momentarily stunned, as if lost in another world. "Brother Zuwei... you..."
Seeing the two of them hesitating to speak, Yeh Zhenzhen felt a pang in her heart but still wore a smile. "Brother Zuwei, you and Cheng Mosu should go eat first. After your meal, you can bring her back. I'll head off now." Without waiting for their response, she vanished from sight.
Xiao Zuowei shook his head with a smile and wrapped an arm around Cheng Mosu. "Come on, let's go eat."
He took her to the most famous restaurant nearby, known for its home-style dishes. Usually, she could eat quite a bit there, but today everything seemed tasteless to her. He quietly watched her as she leaned against the window sill, staring blankly outside. Following her gaze, he saw nothing particularly interesting; even when the waiter brought her favorite flower tea, she remained oblivious.
He sighed; knowing her like this meant she was thinking about Shaoyi.
"Xiao Su, you must have seen that news today; that's why you're so distracted."
"What?" She turned her head, her delicate cheeks bathed in soft light, carrying a hint of uncertainty.
"The Changing of the Banner Ceremony for Shaoyi."
She smiled lightly, yet her thoughts remained inscrutable. New delicacies were placed on the table; she picked up her knife and fork, idly fiddling with them, and took a few sips of floral tea, saying intentionally or unintentionally, "Yes, I saw it."
"Today is not only his day of changing banners, do you remember what other day it is?" Xiao Zuowei cut the steak for her and handed it over.
She pondered for a moment and smiled, "It's the day of formal unification for our country."
He smiled silently and said, "I really can't do anything with you; you've even forgotten what day it is today."
Cheng Mosu tilted her head slightly, looking at him in confusion. He smiled mysteriously, snapped his fingers, and suddenly the lights in the entire restaurant dimmed, leaving only one lamp on their table.
She was taken aback, still unsure of what was happening when several waiters brought out a large cake adorned with sixteen colorful candles that dazzled brightly. He snapped his fingers again, and the waiters nodded in understanding; the entire restaurant suddenly burst into vibrant colors, with ribbons flying and lights shining brilliantly.
"This is..." she murmured, suddenly remembering that today was her sixteenth birthday.
"Yes, happy birthday." He smiled as he placed the cake in front of her. "Make a wish."
She was momentarily stunned; her water-colored eyes misted over, and her voice choked slightly, "Brother Zuwei, thank you."
"It's no problem; as long as you are happy, I'm willing to do anything."
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