Su Miao was an orphan, wanting to live an honest and peaceful life in this world. Who knew that her brother, with whom she depended on each other, was brutally murdered by Liu Jiaojiao, the eldest ...
Su Miao sat on Mount Yu Bai, looking at the starry sky and letting the cool breeze hit her face.
She stayed here for about half a year, and every day was very fulfilling, as if she was oblivious to everything else.
Because this place is relatively remote, she doesn't know much about what's happening outside.
But... the silence remained etched in her memory.
In the days when she couldn't see him, she missed him even more.
Su Miao tugged at the corners of her lips and took a sip of the tea placed beside her.
I guess he's doing pretty well...
The chirping of cicadas around her made her even more irritable.
Su Miao tilted her head slightly, looked at the full moon, closed her eyes to calm the turmoil and struggle in her heart.
"Girl, aren't you asleep yet?"
Lu Zhong's voice came quickly.
Su Miao opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, and said, "Old Master Lu hasn't gone to sleep yet either."
Lu Zhong: "What? Thinking about things in the capital?"
Su Miao shook her head. "No, I just felt quite comfortable tonight, so I came out for some fresh air. I didn't expect that Old Master Lu hadn't gone to bed yet either."
Lu Zhong: "How are you feeling physically?"
During the time he spent with Su Miao, Lu Zhong grew quite fond of the young girl.
When I first met her, she seemed delicate and frail, and I thought she was timid and awkward, but I didn't expect her to be such a straightforward person.
She was incredibly helpful, showing no hesitation whatsoever, unlike a young lady who had been raised by the Duke's mansion for several years.
Su Miao: "It's pretty good, at least I don't feel as dizzy as before."
Lu Zhong: "That's great, it should be much faster than I planned."
Upon hearing this, Su Miao's eyes lit up.
"real?"
Lu Zhong didn't lie to her and nodded.
He had read about the poison in Su Miao's body in books, but he had never encountered it before.
It's not that there's no solution, but Su Miao's condition has recovered quite well, probably because of her mindset.
However, Old Master Lu was very confident in his little garden, after all, he had built it himself, and almost anyone who came to live there would fall in love with it.
Nestled amidst mountains and water, life is truly joyful.
Lu Zhong: "Get some rest. You need to take care of yourself. Don't forget, you have to help me gather herbs tomorrow morning."
Su Miao pouted, "Okay."
At first, she also thought that Mr. Lu was a boring person, but since she moved in here, she has found that this little old man is quite interesting.
Just as Su Miao stood up, Lu Zhong spoke again.
"You've served Old Madam Shen for so many years, do you know what she likes?"
Su Miao was somewhat surprised to hear this.
"Old Master Lu, you still recognize your grandmother?"
Lu Zhong's aged face felt somewhat uncomfortable under Su Miao's gaze, and he couldn't help but look away, "...Hmm."
"Isn't her birthday coming up soon?"
"It seems so..." Su Miao thought for a moment.
In the past, Madam Shen's birthday celebrations were always very lively, after all, the Duke's Mansion held a prestigious position.
But... she didn't expect that Old Master Lu would actually know her grandmother!
Lu Zhong was extremely reluctant to ask the question, but if he didn't, he was afraid that he would end up like he did in previous years, sending her things that she didn't like.
He had been staying here all these years and knew that the two of them had different statuses, so he usually asked Xie Qin.
But Xie Qin is unreliable; he always comes up with terrible ideas while looking all serious.
Sometimes it makes it hard for him to tell the difference between truth and falsehood, so...
The past is too painful to recall...
Su Miao couldn't help but glance at Lu Zhong a few more times, and inexplicably felt that something was wrong!
She even suspected that Lu Zhong's quick rescue of her was partly due to her grandmother...
Su Miao: "I can't finish explaining it all at once. I'll write it down for you when I get back."
Lu Zhong immediately turned to look at Su Miao, "...In that case, thank you for your help."
"It's no trouble at all."
"...In that case, you don't need to go to gather herbs tomorrow. Just rest well."
Su Miao: "..."
She said it wasn't simple...
After returning to the house, Su Miao wrote down everything she knew about what Old Lady Shen liked.
She handed the things to Tao'er, who then gave them to Lu Zhong before she went to sleep.
Perhaps it was a case of thinking about something during the day and dreaming about it at night, because Su Miao dreamed of a deep silence both nights.
Last night she dreamt that after she left, she sat in her study in a deep, dazed state, surrounded by empty wine jugs.
No matter how Lone Eagle and Fang Xing tried to persuade him, his eyes remained blank and lifeless.
The room was dark, and the tall, somber figure exuded loneliness and dejection, with stubble on his face.
He was still murmuring her name.
But he said one last thing, "Su Miao, I don't need you."
After saying that, he picked up the liquor and chugged it down his throat, his eyes bloodshot, radiating a sense of defeat.
This prolonged silence was the last thing she wanted to see.
But then the scene shifted again... and she saw Chen Changji once more.
But the man before her, Shen Changji, was no longer the dejected figure he had been just moments before. He was dressed in a black robe, and his intensely piercing black eyes were fixed on her with burning intensity.
"Miao'er..."
His kisses landed slowly.
Unlike before, his kisses were not limited to her lips.
Instead, it's in the chin and the hollow of the neck...
Although he was teetering on the edge of losing control, he still kissed her very gently.
Su Miao felt a tingling sensation in her heart from his hot breath and instinctively hooked her arms around his neck.
Shen Changji took the opportunity to gently bite her earlobe and softly called her name in a hoarse voice.
The suppressed longing collapsed instantly into something indescribable with each low, hoarse call, causing the blood in the body to surge and ripple.
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