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She stood up and smiled apologetically, "Brother Zuo Wei, Yeh Zhenzhen, I was supposed to have a good chat with you today, but Feng Yin's attitude is quite urgent, so I have to go back first."
"Mo Su..." Yeh Zhenzhen stubbornly reached out and tugged at her slender wrist, pouting, "But I haven't seen you in a long time. It's really unfair to leave right after we just met."
"Yeh Zhenzhen." Xiao Zuo Wei called out, and only then did Yeh Zhenzhen stop talking. She turned her lively eyes and said, "Forget it, you should go back quickly. Next time, you have to treat me to a meal as punishment."
Cheng Mo covered her rose-colored lips and smiled gently. The relentless passage of time seemed not to have changed Yeh Zhenzhen's original appearance, which made her envious and also lost. She nodded and softly said, "Once you're out of confinement, I'll treat you to something delicious. You should think about whether you want French or Italian cuisine."
"Wow." Yeh Zhenzhen couldn't resist the temptation of food, her eyes sparkling. Unfortunately, she had just given birth and was in the process of losing weight; she didn't dare eat too much. Hearing Cheng Mo say this made her feel hungry.
Xiao Zuo Wei smiled helplessly and said, "Alright, I'll go check if the soup in the kitchen is ready and bring it to you while sending Xiao Su out."
"Okay." Yeh Zhenzhen nodded, breaking into a big smile.
Cheng Mo followed Xiao Zuo Wei out and gently closed the door behind them. She raised her delicate fingertips to tuck a stray hair behind her neck; that graceful movement seemed poetic, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and elegance. He shifted his gaze away and led her down the stairs, where Wang Ma was already waiting at the door.
"Miss Mo Su, are you leaving?" Wang Ma felt reluctant at their parting after just meeting.
"Yes, I'm really sorry," Cheng Mo smiled apologetically. "It seems I won't be able to eat the glutinous rice balls this time."
"That's alright. Next time you come, Miss Mo Su, I'll have someone make them for you again. I remember you like rose filling, right?"
She gently nodded, her water-colored eyes shimmering slightly. Xiao Zuo Wei smiled at her warmly and said softly, "Xiao Su, I'll see you off."
"No need, you go back to accompany Yeh Zhenzhen. I can take a rickshaw by myself."
"In that case, let me walk you to the door," he said with a faint smile, gesturing for her to go ahead. She no longer refused, and they walked side by side, deliberately maintaining a certain distance between them. The moon had already emerged, casting its gentle light upon the earth. Under the moonlight, she lightly raised the corners of her Rose-Colored Lips, watching the figure she had relied on since childhood hail a rickshaw for her, her eyes involuntarily turning misty.
She took his hand as he offered it and got into the rickshaw, giving him a faint smile. "Brother Zuo Wei, I'm heading back now. You must take care of yourself."
That gentle smile overlapped with memories of the past, warming his heart. He replied with a smile, "Alright, be careful on your way. When you see Shaoyi, please send my regards. And remember to come for the full moon banquet."
She nodded with a smile, certainly not forgetting her promise from that time. Slowly shifting her gaze, she spoke softly, "Driver, let's go."
She slightly closed her eyes, pondering what could be so urgent that Feng Yin would call repeatedly until reaching the Xiao family residence. Looking up at the night sky, she felt as if she were being drawn into its depths; yet that brilliance was also protecting her fate, keeping her away from desolation.
"Miss, we've arrived," the rickshaw driver said with a smile.
"Oh, thank you." She handed him a few coins and smiled gently at him before looking at the Southern Family Residence before her, which shone more brightly than the stars and neon lights combined. After calming her thoughts, she slowly walked inside.
Feng Yin had been waiting at the door for quite some time. Upon seeing her figure, he hurried over. Her expression turned serious as she noticed Feng Yin's joyful demeanor; there was no hint of trouble at all. Before she could ask anything, Feng Yin spoke first, "Miss, I originally wanted to wait for you to return before saying anything, but I was just too happy! Although I didn't know where you went, I still held onto hope and actually found you at the Xiao family!"
"What has made you so happy?" she asked in confusion. Feng Yin pointed ahead, and she smiled lightly as she looked in that direction but suddenly froze.
Shangguan Shaoyi stood beneath the fountain, his Eyes as black as lacquer. In the mingling light around them, he was very close yet seemed far away. She stepped forward towards him as if crossing half a century. He lifted the corners of his mouth; that barely noticeable smile blended into the tranquil yet heart-stirring night. With each step she took, memories became clearer and more profound; that feeling reminiscent of distant skies slowly faded away. She extended her delicate fingers while he raised his palm; their contrasting temperatures met and transformed strangers into companions.
He gently wiped away the raindrops from her forehead, gazing at her snow-white skin illuminated by the silver Qipao and her Water-colored eyes that sparkled like crystal clear water. His voice was crisp as he said, "Mo Su."
He called her as usual, and both of them knew that this ordinary address could finally break through all barriers and slowly bring light to the world. The night was shimmering, yet the Human Realm was filled with sorrow. Her eyes were sore, and he couldn't bear to disturb the tears in her gaze; he simply wrapped her in his arms. A faint Gunpowder Scent lingered in her breath, and this Embrace, this familiar scent, was something she had long sought.
Everything from the Past no longer wandered or lingered. At this moment, they were still as they were when they first met, the light soft, yet unable to stop the beating of their two hearts side by side. They were no longer Parallel Lines; through repeated misses and misunderstandings, through explanations and reconciliations, they formed a point of intersection. The vows made in their youth remained fervent and unchanged. She buried herself in his embrace, Tears wetting his Clothing, and his Embrace tightened, unwilling to let her wave goodbye again.
They held each other quietly, not knowing how long had passed when she slowly withdrew from his Embrace. He looked down at her cheeks, stained red with Tears like peach blossoms, noticing her dark Eyelashes gently trembling. In her Water Eyes was a hint of Joy and Gentle warmth; the corners of her Lips quietly lifted into a faint smile, and he smiled back, holding her slightly cool hand. In this Moment, it seemed that no words could express their feelings; Speech felt utterly powerless.
He took her hand and walked Inside the House. The Heavenly Sovereign's expression changed again; the Torrential Rain had found traces from the morning and continued to weave that chill. She glanced at him; he smiled slightly, grasping her delicate palm and swept her into his arms, taking two steps for every one as they rushed inside the house.
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