"Yue'er, go back to the carriage and wait for me." Xiao Heye looked at Su Tiyue and said gently.
Clearly, he wanted to continue talking to Han Zhou, but Xiao Heye didn't want Su Tiyue to hear it.
Su Tiyue hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Your hand..."
"It's alright, Wen Yan is here." Xiao Heye smiled at her and said, "Go ahead."
Su Tiyue walked out of the room, and Liu Wan and Qingwu accompanied her out of Qiushui Residence. After getting into the carriage, there was an agonizing and uneasy wait.
It seems that both Hanzhou and she are using their own methods to force Xiao Heye to make a choice.
But now that things have developed to this point, Su Tiyue is somewhat reluctant to let go.
Xiao Heye carries a heavy burden on his shoulders...
Han Zhou was not his biological younger brother, but he was closer to him than a brother.
Xiao Heye was unwilling to betray that friendship.
What about her?
Xiao Heye was even less likely to let go...
And what he just said left Su Tiyue feeling surprised and shocked.
Xiao Heye's love for her far exceeded Su Tiyue's imagination.
...
A cool evening breeze swept in through the doorway.
Wen Yan spent the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea stopping the bleeding from Han Zhou's injured hand, applying medicine, and then left.
At this moment, only Han Zhou and Xiao Heye remained in the large room.
Xiao Heye's injury was minor, just a small scratch. Han Zhou's injury was more serious, but fortunately, he had Wen Yan with him. Even though his tendons and bones were injured, with proper medicine and rest, he should be fine after a few days.
He lowered his head, carefully wrapping the gauze around Hanzhou's palm, his eyes filled with unbearable heartache and pain. Xiao Heye said, "Hanzhou, did you understand what I just said?"
"Okay, I understand." Han Zhou lowered his eyes and sat there quietly, watching Xiao Heye bandage his wound.
"Don't worry, brother... I won't do anything to hurt her again. I promise." Han Zhou's tone was indifferent, as if he had given in.
Xiao Heye: "There's something I should have told you sooner."
Han Zhou asked, "What is it?"
Xiao Heye: "Ten years ago in Suzhou, that heavy snow... do you still remember it?"
Han Zhou nodded: "Of course I remember. If it weren't for you, brother, I probably would have died in Suzhou long ago."
After a while, Han Zhou suddenly remembered something about that day and said with a bitter tone, "That day, you stole something from someone to save me and almost got beaten to death..."
“Yes, that’s true.” Xiao Heye finished bandaging his wound, then looked up and stared directly into Han Zhou’s eyes, saying earnestly, “Life in Gusu was not easy at all, but Han Zhou, do you know why my brother and I survived that heavy snow?”
Before Han Zhou could speak, Xiao Heye continued, "That night I met an innocent and kind little girl. She gave me a piece of candy, asked me if I was in pain, and asked me why I didn't go home..."
"But I didn't tell her anything. In the end, I took the candy she offered me... I even snatched the bracelet from her wrist and pushed her as I ran away."
“In this world, kindness is repaid with kindness, and hatred with hatred; it’s all about reciprocity… But I repaid her kindness with hatred.”
"Even though so many years have passed, I still feel indebted to her when I think about it now."
Han Zhou frowned, then suddenly realized: "The person you're talking about, brother, could it be Consort Shu?"
Xiao Heye said, "That's right, it was her. Hanzhou, without her... we brothers might not be where we are today. In other words, she saved you... and she saved me too."
"In this world, everyone can hurt her or harm her, but you and I cannot. This is what we owe her."
Xiao Heye stood up and walked out: "I hope that when you see her again next time, you will feel guilty and grateful, not hateful."
Upon hearing this...
Han Zhou turned to look at his retreating figure and whispered, "And what about you?"
"Brother... every time you see her, is all you feel is guilt and gratitude?"
Xiao Heye stopped in his tracks, standing at the doorway without turning around. He firmly replied, "No."
Xiao Heye knew better than anyone what kind of feelings he had for Su Tiyue.
That love surged like a tidal wave, almost drowning and swallowing him up.
So much so that...
That tiny bit of guilt, gratitude, or anything else is utterly insignificant in the face of boundless love.
*
After leaving Qiushui Residence, Xiao Heye boarded the carriage.
The carriage creaked and groaned as it made its way to the palace. The two sat inside in silence.
Xiao Heye glanced at the wound on her shoulder, frowned, and then fell silent.
Su Tiyue looked at the wound on the back of his hand, frowned and remained silent.
It's strange...
The injuries on both of them, caused by different reasons and circumstances, were actually self-inflicted.
And it happened on the same day, because of the same person.
Because of the cold boat.
After a while...
Su Tiyue shifted her body, moving a little closer to him.
Her slender little fingers touched the back of Xiao Heye's hand, and then tentatively reached out to hold his fingers.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Heye lowered his head and then held her fingers in his palm: "What's wrong? Yue'er doesn't say a word, but only knows how to seduce people?"
She blinked and whispered, "After hearing what Master Xiao just said, I suddenly feel a little lost."
Was I too direct?
Su Tiyue gave him a coquettish look, but did not answer. Only a faint blush appeared on both sides of her cheeks.
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