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The Qingfeng Inn, a room that Mo Su had personally arranged.
Nan Wan turned his back to Shangguan Shaoyi, exhaling layers of smoke that drifted towards the window. The suppressed anxiety breathed quietly. The inky night poured down, and the once talented Shangguan Shaoyi, who had the ability to change the world and rectify times, was now furrowing his brows, staring into the distance.
After finishing a cigarette, Nan Wan turned to look at his chiseled features and patted his shoulder. "I've investigated thoroughly. This explosion was orchestrated by Inoue. He has been tracking you for several months, thinking this time it was foolproof, but his subordinates made a mistake and completely failed to notice that you had already left."
He remained silent. Nan Wan sighed and continued, "We still haven't found any trace of Consort Shangguan, but with such a large-scale explosion, she should have been unable to escape."
"One must see the living when alive and the corpse when dead." He finally spoke, those words almost squeezed out from his throat. "As long as there is no certainty, I will always believe she hasn't passed away."
"Why deceive yourself?" Nan Wan looked at his despondent appearance, feeling anger rise within him. "With such a massive explosion, how could it be possible... Forget it, you won't listen to this now anyway. Take care of yourself while staying here. If anything comes up, let me help you relay messages so that the Japanese won't come looking for you."
He silently nodded. Although he felt extremely miserable, he still needed to express gratitude. "Mr. Nan, thank you for helping me repeatedly."
"No need to thank me." Nan Wan waved his hand, the jade ring on his thumb shining with dazzling light. "Although I am in the underworld, I can still distinguish right from wrong. I clearly see the wolfish ambitions of the Japanese army. Shaohao is my sworn brother; unfortunately, over the years he has been blinded by interests and his vision has become increasingly clouded. I will try to persuade him to wholeheartedly cooperate with you and drive out the Japanese army!"
He silently nodded again, but his gaze drifted towards the bright spot on the table, where it seemed like her smiling face appeared before him, casually chatting as they shared a candlelight.
"By the way, Mr. Xiao you asked me to find yesterday has arrived; I'll bring him up."
Xiao Zuo walked up the shaky stairs, where flickering light bulbs seemed ready to fall at any moment. The dim light reflected mottled shadows around him. He took a deep breath and opened the creaking old wooden door, suddenly feeling a jolt in his heart.
Although this room was dilapidated, it carried an indescribable freshness. Several landscape paintings adorned the walls, and wildflowers commonly found by the roadside were arranged in a vase. He carefully examined those paintings; his pupils trembled slightly as he recognized each stroke so well that he knew immediately who had created them without needing to think twice.
He looked at the silent Shangguan Shaoyi and felt that Shangguan Shaoyi had become much more haggard, his brows pale. When he first heard the news, he felt utterly devastated and unable to accept it. But he told himself that he must hold on, no matter whether it was the Jiang family, the Zhu Family, or the Japanese army; he would make them pay a heavy price!
“Shaoyi! Stop looking like you're about to die!” He reached out to push Shangguan Shaoyi, but Shangguan Shaoyi remained as still as a statue.
His anger intensified, and his voice rose by an octave, “Shangguan Shaoyi! You're not the only one who is sad! If you continue to wallow in despair like this, it will only bring joy to your enemies. If Xiao Su saw you like this, what would she think?!”
Hearing Mo Su's name, Shangguan Shaoyi slightly reacted, slowly raising his eyes. The bloodshot gaze looked terrifying, as if he were a wounded beast.
Xiao Zuowei was taken aback and handed him the bowl of water from the table, feeling a deep sense of pity in his heart. “How did you let yourself get into this state!”
“Mo Su is gone…” He murmured her name, his eyes filled with profound sorrow and exhaustion, as if the pillar that had long supported him had collapsed, leaving him suddenly weak.
Xiao Zuowei took a deep breath and buried his own grief. He sat down beside him and said softly, “She is gone, but you are still here. You must live on. You have no choice unless you want to be a coward.” A rare glint of determination flashed in Xiao Zuowei's eyes. Shangguan Shaoyi was momentarily taken aback, but his gaze gradually returned to normal.
Xiao Zuowei stopped looking at him; his gaze lingered on the paintings made by Cheng Mo Su on the table. His voice became warm again as usual. “Shaoyi, I actually came this time mainly to say goodbye; I am going back to Shanghai.”
Shangguan Shaoyi was not particularly surprised; he knew that Xiao Zuowei had always liked Mo Su. With Mo Su now gone, Xiao Zuowei had no reason to remain here and dwell on memories.
However, he did not expect that what Xiao Zuowei said next would leave him stunned. “Shaoyi, I’m getting married; I will be returning with my wife this time.”
“Married?”
“Yes.” Xiao Zuowei smiled lightly, a brilliant smile lighting up his eyes. “It’s Miss Yeh Zhenzhen from the Yeh family. She has always treated me well and has been by my side. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another person who treats me this well in my life. After I return to Shanghai, I will work at the Ministry of Finance and grow under my father's guidance to eventually succeed him as minister. The Yeh family is also quite wealthy and influential; they will be of great help to me…”
"Do you love her?" Shangguan Shaoyi did not listen to him continue with those grand reasons, but simply asked lightly.
Xiao Zuo gave a bitter smile, avoiding his deep gaze, feeling a lump of emotion stuck in his throat that made him particularly uncomfortable.
"Shaoyi." He paused for a moment before speaking, "In fact, love is the hardest thing in this world. The falling flowers have intentions, while the flowing water is heartless. If one keeps holding on, it will not only harm oneself but also those around them. Everything in the world is like this; love fades as time passes, and people drift apart as they walk their paths."
Shangguan Shaoyi remained silent, listening to him continue, "If one does not detach from the past, how can they embrace the future?"
The moonlight outside spilled into the small room, falling into the eyes of two people with vastly different personalities. They were so different, yet both held a faint smile in their thoughts. Shangguan Shaoyi looked at the vibrant plum blossoms and pure white snow in the painting, sighing at how beautifully and cleverly they blended together, yet felt so melancholic and desolate.
He found himself feeling anxious; just thinking about her made his heart race.
Taking out a cigar and smoking silently, his gaze grew colder. He knew Xiao Zuo was proud and ambitious, not someone who would choose to return to the Ministry of Finance purely for personal gain. He suddenly understood that Xiao Zuo wanted to use his own strength to eliminate all those who had harmed Mo Su and create a world with even a faint glimmer of light.
And what about him? What could he do for Mo Su...
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