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"Do you want me to let him go?" Shangguan Shaoyi looked at the calmness beneath those Water-colored Eyes and couldn't help but soften his voice.
"Yes." Cheng Mosu lowered her gaze and said gently, "Madam Zhu is already pregnant; the child cannot be without a Father. Even if there was great hatred in the past, that is all behind us now. Everything has calmed down, so why stir up new waves?"
Shangguan Shaoyi said nothing, only slowly focused his deep gaze on her Water Eyes. The Water-colored Eyes were like a clear stream, pure and beautiful, quiet and steady. She tilted her head and smiled lightly, and the painful memories and hatred faded away in their conversation, disappearing in the collision of their gazes.
His heart swayed, and he reached out to hold her delicate hand, but she gently dodged, her Water Eyes dimming slightly. "I've said everything I needed to say. There's nothing else; I'm leaving now."
He came back to his senses and withdrew his hand that had been suspended in mid-air, watching her slender figure grow more distant until it vanished into thin air. He closed his eyes slightly; in his mind was her hair cascading down like a waterfall, her snow-white delicate face charming and gentle, and her Water Eyes seeming both reproachful and affectionate.
Since she thought this way, he would do it for her.
He reached out to ring the bell, and soon after, Xiao Jing appeared before him. His Eyes, cold and deep like a chilly pool, gazed slightly into the distance as he spoke as if from the horizon, "Tell Jiang Yating that she doesn't need to do what I asked her to do."
Although Xiao Jing felt puzzled inside, he did not ask further questions; he simply nodded in acknowledgment and went out to find someone.
It seemed that overnight, the temperature began to rise, and traces of melting snow appeared. Time passed quickly; indeed, the day when Cheng Mosu would leave had come.
Ruan Yu and Cheng Mosu packed their luggage and intended to bid farewell to Shangguan Shaoyi but found that he was not home at all. A mix of disappointment filled her heart, followed by a sense of relief. This was for the best; she and Shaoyi would eventually become Parallel Lines with no points of intersection. Jiang Yating looked at her picturesque brows and realized that she was really leaving; only then did the heavy stone in her heart finally lift.
Shangguan Yiting held her delicate hand with tears in her eyes. "Madam Ruan, take care. And thank you for that matter."
"There's no need for thanks, Madam Zhu. You should focus on your pregnancy. I hope that when we meet next time, we can have a chat with your family of three," she said, glancing subtly at Zhu Ye Feng. Zhu Ye Feng was taken aback; he had naturally heard Shangguan Yiting mention this matter. Although he did not know whether this woman before him was Cheng Mosu or not, he still felt a twinge of guilt in his heart and turned his Eyes away from her.
"Madam Shen, please take care of yourself." Cheng Mosu smiled lightly, and Xiao Jing inexplicably felt her eyes welling up. She held her hand and said, "Young Mistress, I... oh no, I mean Madam Ruan, you must also take care of yourself. We will definitely meet again in the future."
She lowered her eyes to hide the mistiness of her tears and turned her head away, no longer looking at them. She linked arms with Ruan Yu, who was momentarily taken aback, a smile creeping onto his lips. This was the first time Cheng Mosu had taken the initiative to get close to him, which lifted his spirits. "Let's go. Please say goodbye to Shangguan Shaoying for me, and also tell him that I will take good care of Mosu, so he can rest assured."
Jiang Yating nodded in agreement for her husband.
The two of them got into a special car, and the black extended luxury Austin slowly drove toward the train station.
Cheng Mosu rested her chin on her hand as she looked out at the scenery. Below the platform was a bustling crowd, and suddenly she felt a strange urge to see Shaoyi just one more time; even a glance would be enough. Ruan Yu narrowed his long eyes slightly, seemingly understanding her thoughts perfectly. "Mosu, it's actually a good thing that he isn't coming. You should let go."
She withdrew her gaze, her cool fingertips tracing the pattern on the checkered tablecloth as she softly responded. But then she heard his voice again: "Shen Deputy Officer, what brings you here? Is there something you need?"
"Today Young Commander is busy with official duties and cannot personally see off Ruan Shaoshuai and Madam Ruan, so I came on behalf of Young Commander." Shen Mingliang stood at attention and saluted, his voice resonant.
Ruan Yu quickly waved his hand dismissively. "Shangguan Shaoying is too polite. I didn't ask him to come see me off; please thank him for me."
"Yes!" Shen Mingliang then shifted his gaze to Cheng Mosu, paused for a moment, took out a beautifully crafted notebook from his pocket, and handed it to her with a serious expression. "Madam Ruan, my wife has always felt a connection with you during this time. She cried several times when she heard you were leaving. We don't have much to give you as a parting gift, so please accept this notebook as our heartfelt gesture. You can use it to write your diary or something."
"Shen Deputy Officer is being too kind." She accepted the notebook but felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart. Lowering her gaze to avoid Ruan Yu's probing look, she took out a jade hairpin that she often wore from her bag. "I don't have anything to return to Madam Shen, but this is a hairpin I often wear. Please give it to her and thank her for thinking of me like this."
"Yes!" Shen Mingliang saluted again and gave her one last deep look before exiting the train. The train seemed to sense something and began to move.
Ruan Yu watched Shen Mingliang's figure grow smaller outside the train, and the smile at the corners of his lips turned increasingly cold. "Rather than saying he came to see me off, it feels more like he specifically came to deliver this notebook to you."
"If you want, I can give it to you," Cheng Mosu replied coldly, causing Ruan Yu to involuntarily retract her smile. She said, "Madam, please don't be angry. I was just saying it casually."
She stood up and walked towards the inner room. "Since that's the case, I will take a rest." Ruan Yu raised an eyebrow but did not follow her in; instead, she gazed out the window at the slowly retreating scenery.
Shangguan Shaoyi stood by the window of the Command Center, his black as ink eyes faintly looking into the distance, his lips tightly pressed together, making it hard to tell whether he was happy or sad. Shen Mingliang pushed the door open and stood at attention, saluting. "Young Commander, I have sent the documents as you instructed!"
"Very good." He nodded and fell silent.
Shen Deputy Officer could not contain his curiosity and asked, "Young Commander, although I know I shouldn't, I still want to know what documents you sent..."
He looked out the window, feeling as if his heart was drifting further away with her departure, only following her image and laughter. Having witnessed many partings and deaths, experienced the indulgences of life, and seen the vicissitudes of the world, he had grown accustomed to the fleeting nature of beauty. Even if he could conquer mountains and rivers, it could not compare to her gentle smile before him.
He did not answer Shen Deputy Officer's question but simply instructed him to bring wine. Watching the night grow heavier and the fire in the stove burn brightly red, he filled a cup with fragrant wine, using intoxication to mask his heartache. From now on, her life would no longer have his presence; she would leave him, blooming either in solitude or joy.
Buddha said that life has eight sufferings: birth, aging, illness, death, love and separation, resentment and longing, unfulfilled desires, and inability to let go.
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