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The weather grew increasingly cold, and with thoughts swirling in her mind, she found it impossible to sleep. She simply got up, lightly gathered her hair, and her Water Eyes shone brightly. Outside, a layer of golden light had settled in, striking directly into her heart.
Stepping out of the tent, she tightened the thin, plain shawl around her shoulders. Although the air was fresh, it felt less comfortable under the weight of her heavy emotions.
"Young Mistress." A familiar voice sounded from behind her. She recognized the owner of that voice immediately, but the title made her shiver slightly. Turning around, she smiled gently, "Xiao Jing, it's been a long time."
Xiao Jing had not changed much compared to before; she only seemed to carry an added maturity and charm. She brought a breakfast plate over and smiled slightly, "The breakfast in this camp is rather simple; please don't mind it, Young Mistress."
She smiled lightly and reached for a spoon to eat the rice porridge. Her eyelashes were delicate, and her long hair cascaded down to her waist. She still looked as serene as before but with an added clarity. Noticing Xiao Jing gazing at her, she couldn't help but smile, "What are you looking at? Let's eat together."
"I just wanted to take a good look at you since we haven't seen each other in a long time. I've always thought you were different from other girls. Last time, you risked everything to escape home just to be with the young master. Now that he faces such difficulties, you didn't hesitate to return to his side. I admire you for that."
Cheng Mo Su smiled faintly, "I'm not as great as you say." After a pause, she continued, "Xiao Jing, just call me 'Miss Cheng' like before; 'Young Mistress' sounds a bit strange."
"You are the young master's wife; how can I not call you Young Mistress?" Xiao Jing replied with a smile. "Even though I am married now, he is still the young master, so I must address you as Young Mistress. Besides, the young lady instructed me to do so."
She was taken aback but heard Xiao Jing continue, "Your actions will ultimately touch everyone."
With a slight smile on her lips, she stirred the pure white rice with her spoon. "Xiao Jing, enough about me; let's talk about you."
"Me?" Xiao Jing's face turned bright red as her eyes flickered away slightly. "What is there to say about me…"
"You and Shen Deputy Officer," she reminded playfully but noticed Xiao Jing's cheeks redden even more. Her hands intertwined nervously like a girl experiencing love for the first time. She chuckled softly, "You used to always appear so considerate and generous; it's rare to see you so flustered. It seems you really like him, and he truly cares for you."
Xiao Jing lifted her gaze to meet Cheng Mo Su's gentle smile and thought for a moment before saying, "Yes. Originally we had no common topics to discuss, but he has always treated me well. You might not know this, Young Mistress; my grandfather was once a successful scholar, but later my father squandered our family fortune. When I was five years old, I was sold by human traffickers to Feng Province. He learned about this and actually helped me search for my biological parents. It's pitiful that I can't even remember what they look like, yet he truly helped me find them."
Cheng Mo Su Rou Rou smiled, staring at the porridge in the bowl, her spoon lightly rising and falling. The scenery around her became clear as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her snow-white complexion adding a touch of joy. "In this world, the hardest thing is for two hearts to be in harmony. You and Shen Deputy Officer must lift your cups to each other and grow old together."
"Indeed." Xiao Jing replied, and for a moment, they fell silent, only listening to the sound of autumn leaves rustling in the wind. She knew that Xiao Jing was thinking the same thing as her, worrying about the person they both held dear.
With nothing to do, she began to tidy up the military uniforms scattered around the room. Seeing this, Xiao Jing quickly said, "Young Mistress, let me do it."
"It's fine. During these two years in France, I've done all these things myself." She slightly raised her long eyelashes, gently blocking Xiao Jing's kind gesture with her fair hand, a soft smile gracing her lips. "You are now Madam Shen, and I don't want Shen Deputy Officer to come back and see his precious wife tidying up someone else's clothes."
"Young Mistress." Xiao Jing pouted slightly. "After not seeing you for several years, you have learned to tease people."
"Being alone for too long makes one learn many things they didn't know before, while forgetting many things they once knew." Her watery eyes shimmered slightly as memories surged in her heart. Suddenly, something pricked her fingertips, causing her to frown slightly. Xiao Jing hurried over to check; it was the corner of a medal on the collar that had caused it.
"Young Mistress, this medal is not sewn tightly; it seems it might fall off. It probably needs to be stitched back on."
She looked around. "Is there any needle and thread?"
Xiao Jing frowned and said, "We were in such a hurry that we didn't bring those things. The tailor shop in the city will definitely have them."
Cheng Mo nodded knowingly and tidied her hair in front of the mirror, her brows smiling. "Then I'll go take a look."
"Young Mistress, the situation is very chaotic now; it's better not to wander around." Xiao Jing expressed some concern, but she shook her head slightly, fiddling with her worries. "Xiao Jing, I really want to find something to do to ease this burning feeling inside me."
Xiao Jing was taken aback; how could she not understand Cheng Mo Su's state of mind? She felt the same way—her loved one’s fate was uncertain, and their future was fraught with danger. Who could remain calm and watch the storm with a smile?
"Then I'll accompany Young Mistress."
The two walked side by side on the streets of New Beicheng, the blazing sun casting a golden-red hue on the ground, enveloping everyone in its warm glow. The passing townsfolk chatted and joked about the war situation, playfully discussing the changes, and bursts of laughter floated past her ears. She smiled faintly, fearing that among all those on this long road, only she and Xiao Jing wore sorrowful faces.
"Misses, please stop." The two were taken aback as they looked at the man of medium build before them. Although his Mandarin was quite good, it was laced with an accent that seemed to come from nowhere. Cheng Mo Su politely asked him what he wanted, and he pointed to a nearby café. "Today our shop is having its grand opening; I invite you both to taste our coffee for free. If you are satisfied, please tell your friends."
Cheng Mo Su raised her eyes to glance at the café located on the second floor of a Baroque building, its windows covered by climbing vines. She looked at Xiao Jing with her eyes questioning, and seeing that she genuinely wanted to go, Xiao Jing smiled and nodded.
"Then we will trouble you, sir."
"Not at all, Misses, please."
Under his guidance, they slowly ascended the stairs. The building had a unique charm, exuding a strong sense of history. She had been deeply interested in such things since childhood, and now that she was here, she found it hard to tear her eyes away.
"Xiao Jing, look at this painting; the colors complement each other beautifully. Though the base tone is not intense, it has its own charm." Xiao Jing didn’t understand much about art but simply responded softly as she saw Cheng Mo Su was happy.
Her tone was gentle and slow, as if she were narrating stories one by one. Those captivating paintings transported her into another world, a world filled only with vibrant colors and devoid of mundane troubles. As she finished her last syllable, she noticed that the people beside her had fallen silent.
"Xiao Jing?" She turned to smile but saw that the man had lifted the unconscious Xiao Jing and flashed her a mysterious smile.
"You..." Before she could react, Xiao Jing was thrown onto the stairs, and then everything went dark for her as well.
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