As the scroll slowly unfurled, the first thing that caught the eye was Song Xizhi's own face.
Pei Yunyi didn't know when he secretly drew this picture. In the picture, she had gentle features, her eyes were slightly lowered, and she was reading a storybook.
A slight smile curved her lips, and a cup of milk tea sat on the square table beside her.
The glossy-furred tabby cat curled up in her arms, dozing off, while the warm sunlight shone on Song Xizhi.
In the other corner of the painting, there is a man's face.
The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, with deep and cold features, but the curve of his lips completely melted away his cold aura.
He sat on the other side of the soft couch, a book in his hand, but his eyes remained fixed on the woman. His deep eyes were warm, as if they could melt the ice of January.
Song Xizhi only glanced at it before recognizing that the face was Pei Yunyi's original appearance.
They had never been together so peacefully before, yet they were always together like this.
The scene is beautiful yet ordinary, with every stroke incredibly expressive.
When Song Xizhi reached out and grasped the scroll, he seemed to be able to feel the emotions that filled the painter's heart and eyes.
She suddenly understood that the sorrow the man often showed in front of her was because of the human skin mask on his face...
Her heart suddenly began to beat wearily.
The numbness and repression caused my heart, which had been feeling empty, to feel incredibly sore at this moment.
Feeling the moisture in my eyes, it was as if a surging tide of emotions was bursting forth at this moment.
Song Xizhi knew she shouldn't cry at this moment, and had no reason to cry at all, so she quickly rolled up the scroll in her hand.
A warm sensation brushed against her cheek. Song Xizhi gently wiped it with her fingers and realized that it was a tear.
She slowly wiped away her tears, then carefully put the painting away and placed it on the soft couch.
Song Xizhi had just turned around and put the painting away when he heard rustling noises coming from the inner bedroom.
She quickly composed herself and headed towards the inner bedroom.
But before she could even stand up, He Jingyan, dressed in a white nightgown, walked slowly from the dimly lit area, his hand covering his chest.
He looked up at Song Xizhi's face, opened his mouth slightly, but said nothing. He quietly walked to Song Xizhi's side and sat down.
The two sat on the same soft couch, making Song Xizhi uncomfortable. He shifted back slightly, then quickly looked up and asked:
"Why did you suddenly get out of bed? You didn't even call for anyone. Are you feeling better?"
He Jingyan smiled gently at Song Xizhi, not answering her question, but speaking softly to her:
"I understand you, Zhizhi."
His voice was extremely clear and pleasant.
When Song Xizhi heard this, he realized that his voice was actually quite different from Pei Yunyi's.
He Jingyan met her gaze, the flickering candlelight reflecting in his eyes: "Zhizhi, many things take time to forget."
"...Could you give me some time? I will try my best to do better."
Song Xizhi stared into his moist eyes, then quickly lowered them again: "You've done enough."
After saying this, she took He Jingyan's hand and gently helped him to the bed to rest: "The ground is cold and it's chilly at night. If you need anything, just call me. You don't need to go there yourself."
Hearing Song Xizhi's words, He Jingyan slowly nodded and said nothing more. He lay down on the bed and slowly closed his eyes again.
Song Xizhi sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his hands.
But she found that He Jingyan's bony fingers were gripping her wrist and wouldn't let go.
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Song Xizhi took care of He Jingyan for half a month, watching his body recover little by little.
Knowing that she would feel uncomfortable, He Jingyan voluntarily moved to a side room next to the master bedroom, so that she wouldn't have to make do with sleeping on the soft couch every day.
Everyone in the Marquis's mansion said that this young master was gentle and kind, always speaking softly to everyone and treating everyone the same.
Even the servants in the Marquis's mansion were treated equally.
The warm sun shone on the earth. Song Xizhi recalled the conversation he had overheard among his subordinates about He Jingyan while staring at He Jingyan's back.
He Jingyan's health has improved considerably in recent days, and he is currently sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun, wearing only a thin outer garment.
The little tabby cat that Song Xizhi rescued from the garden that day has grown quite a bit. Its belly is bulging from eating, and it looks increasingly chubby. Song Xizhi named it Yuanyuan.
He Jingyan also liked this round thing very much. When he sat in the yard sunbathing, he would often tease it and hold it in his arms.
He has a kind and refined appearance, and an indescribable sense of propriety.
Unfortunately, Yuanyuan doesn't seem to like him very much.
Although his face looked exactly like Pei Yunyi's in the past, Yuanyuan never stayed on him for long. After being held in his arms, Yuanyuan would meow and run away again.
He Jingyan simply smiled faintly at this.
While Song Xizhi was still lost in thought, He Jingyan straightened his clothes and walked towards Song Xizhi again.
He smiled slightly at Song Xizhi, reached out and took her hand, then said:
"My health is gradually improving, and I will be returning to the court to resume my duties in a few days. When shall we visit your maternal grandfather and uncle, as well as your grandmother and eldest uncle?"
He Jingyan's words surprised Song Xizhi greatly; she hadn't expected him to make such a request.
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