Chapter 88 Year After Year the Geese (Part 10) It felt as if you could reach out and touch them. ...
Wei Yuanzhan stared at her for a moment, the sunset glowing red, her white dress taking on a peach hue in the light, highlighting her worried face.
"You haven't left?" He frowned, his eyes fixed on Zhi Rou, as if expecting her to say no.
Changhuai had informed him as soon as she arrived at the camp. He had originally wanted to see her, but his resentment had not yet been fully vented, and he was afraid that if he came out, he would let some of his bad emotions taint her.
Zhi Rou nodded upon hearing this.
Wei Yuanzhan frowned even more, his hands tugging at his collar, instinctively wanting to take off his clothes for her, but he was feeling hot and restless in the tent and hadn't worn any extra clothes, so he had nothing to take off.
I reached out and grasped her hand; it was indeed cold, like an ice dagger.
He pursed his lips slightly, clearly displeased. He held her hands tightly and didn't let go, even kneading them as if rubbing them, his hands and fingers burning slightly.
When Zhi Rou felt his warmth touch her, her fingertips trembled, and then she paused, not pulling them out. Judging from his expression, he was clearly somewhat absent-minded.
She tentatively asked, "Are you rushing back to the capital?"
"Without a transfer order, I cannot leave on my own." Wei Yuanzhan's voice was low and magnetic. After saying that, he released her, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.
Since my elder sister married the Crown Prince, bad news has been coming one after another. Outsiders say that marrying into the royal family is an honor, and that the Crown Prince's wife is in poor health, that she is cursed by bad luck, and that she has let down the royal family.
Wei Yuanzhan did not believe in ghosts or gods, nor in fate. He only knew that if his sister had not married into the Eastern Palace, she would certainly be living a very comfortable life now.
Military orders are absolute, and Zhi Rou didn't know how to comfort him. After thinking for a while, she took the short knife from her waist and handed it to him.
Wei Yuanzhan looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Zhi Rou said, "Let's see if you can beat me." She shoved the short knife into his hand, then bent down and pulled a dagger out of the leather of his boot.
Wei Yuanzhan chuckled, his gaze falling on his hand, and he twitched his fingers: "Is this the only move the Song family knows?"
"As long as it works, that's fine."
After Zhi Rou finished answering, Wei Yuanzhan didn't say anything more.
It did help to some extent, but he didn't want to unleash his temper on her; he didn't want her to see his fierce side.
As the sun gradually set, as if washed clean by water, Zhi Rou stood in the twilight, turning the dagger over and over in her hands for a while.
Wei Yuanzhan's eyes narrowed, and he threw the short knife back: "If you are injured, I will not be at ease."
Zhi Rou gripped the blade, not yet tucking it back into her belt, and raised her delicate eyebrows: "Do you look down on me?"
If the older brother can make him hurt, so can she.
Wei Yuanzhan hesitated for a moment, then his lips curled into a genuine smile, a rare occurrence. How did she come to be so thoughtful?
He walked straight ahead, and when she didn't follow, he turned back to look at her: "Come on, didn't you come to see me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhi Rou hung the short sword and dagger off her belt and followed.
Compared to the capital, the climate in the Northwest is sparse with rainfall and prone to sandstorms. However, Wei Yuanzhan has not been roughened up by this place. His facial features have become more defined, retaining some of his youthful innocence while also showing some of a man's dashing charm. At this moment, his brows are slightly furrowed, revealing only seriousness and no emotion.
Zhi Rou couldn't quite guess what he was thinking, and fearing she might upset him, she tried her best not to steer the conversation toward Sister Wei.
Merchants carrying their goods came by, and she stepped aside to let them pass. Her dress swirled and bloomed like a flower before settling back down. "There are so many camels in Yuyang," she remarked.
Wei Yuanzhan glanced indifferently at the caravan beside him and said, "Hmm."
He responded with a single word, and said nothing more.
Knowing he wasn't in a good mood, she knew that after something like this happened, she wouldn't be able to act like nothing had happened either.
The two fell silent. Zhi Rou walked to Wei Yuanzhan's left, close to the shops on the street. Several middle-aged men recognized him and nodded to him in greeting.
The wound on his face had been treated and was no longer bleeding, but it was still quite noticeable. In the past, he would never have allowed himself to be seen in public looking like this, but now he seemed indifferent to everything.
Zhi Rou finally asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Wei Yuanzhan didn't keep him in suspense: "Let's eat."
Although Yuyang is located on the border, it is quite prosperous. From the west of the camp to this street, there are many people and restaurants on both sides. Judging from the shop signs, they all serve northern cuisine.
Turning into a small restaurant, there were two more floors up. The manager, seeing Wei Yuanzhan's attire, greeted him with a smile and personally escorted him to the most elegant and quiet room on the third floor.
Once inside, a waiter stood by the table announcing the dishes. Only then did Wei Yuanzhan realize that he seemed to have no idea what she would like; none of the dishes she had loved since childhood were included.
After a moment's thought, he simply ordered a few spicy dishes, figuring that since she liked crispy fish bones so much, it should suit her taste. After the waiter left, Wei Yuanzhan ordered a pot of good wine, but Zhi Rou glanced at him without saying a word.
The windows inside the house were wide open, facing the neatly arranged courtyard below. An old man sat against the wall, holding a long pipe in his hand. A child ran past, his sleeves disappearing into the cloud-like smoke.
Zhi Rou casually observed, then fixed her gaze on Wei Yuanzhan, who happened to be looking at her as well.
Does your face still hurt?
"Did you rest well in the carriage?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuanzhan raised his hand to his lips, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. He quickly stopped and shook his head, saying, "It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."
Zhi Rou stared at him for a moment, then answered his question: "Oh no, my shoulders are all stiff."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wei Yuanzhan's gaze naturally drifted to her shoulder.
The weather was still cold, and she wore a light moon-colored round-necked robe. Her shoulders had smooth lines, subtly revealing a sense of bone structure and strength, yet she was also thin, making her appear soft and resilient.
Wei Yuanzhan pursed his lips, looked away, and poured her a cup of tea. Just as he handed it to her, he casually asked, "Would you like to ride a horse?"
"today?"
“From now on,” Wei Yuanzhan said, his handsome eyebrows slightly raised, “Huaixian has no right to control you.”
The original intention was to return to Beijing later.
Zhi Rou had already been with the group the whole way, and unless she went ahead, riding a horse would be too conspicuous. She smiled and said, "I'll walk instead; riding a horse hurts."
Just then, the waiter came up to set out the dishes: three meat dishes and one vegetable dish, with a pot of Saiyun wine, a specialty only found in Northwest China, standing to the side.
Zhi Rou got up to wash her hands, then returned and sat down, first picking up two pieces of chicken and stuffing them into her mouth. Wei Yuanzhan didn't touch his chopsticks, but just looked at her, unable to help but smile slightly.
Her movements were actually very elegant and slow, but somehow, they gave the illusion that she was enjoying her meal very much.
Wei Yuanzhan's gaze lingered on Zhi Rou's face, unusually persistent, as if he were very close to her, ready to reach out and touch her. Her face flushed instantly, and she raised an eyebrow to scrutinize him: "Don't look at me."
She set the bowl down slightly. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I've already eaten." He said, then stopped looking at her, poured himself a full glass of wine, his dark eyelashes drooping, revealing a composed expression.
This was the first time the two had spoken so little.
Zhi Rou guessed that he was still worried about the capital. He and Sister Wei had always had a good relationship, and the fact that he didn't ride back after hearing the news from the palace, but instead sat here properly, was enough to show his patience.
Outside, the sky is clear and the bright red lanterns are hung high, creating a festive atmosphere reminiscent of the Chinese New Year.
Wei Yuanzhan was not on duty today, but he did not drink much. Seeing that he was bewildered and irritable, Zhi Rou simply drank a cup with him and drank it down.
The liquor rolled down my throat, feeling like flames licking at me, burning from my lips and teeth to my stomach.
Zhi Rou frowned, pressed her fingers against the area below her throat, and rubbed it in circles, trying to relieve the pain.
Whether it was because she used too much force or because the wine was too strong, her entire neck was tinged with a faint blush, as if painted with vermilion.
Wei Yuanzhan was taken aback by her drinking, and his gaze followed her hand to her delicate neck. He was slightly flustered, but quickly looked away. He then picked up the wine pot and placed it out of her reach.
“Sister Wei…” Zhi Rou said after calming down, her voice still moist, “She will be alright.”
Wei Mingying has always been very opinionated. Her marriage to the Crown Prince puzzled Zhi Rou, but she couldn't ask. She just firmly believed that someone as persevering and insightful as Wei Mingying would never give up.
She had warned herself not to help her out of a predicament and not to provoke Jia Yang.
Mentioning his sister openly, Wei Yuanzhan's young face darkened. He naturally hoped for his sister's safety, but the Crown Prince...
Wei Yuanzhan's hand, which was resting on the table, slowly clenched again, his hatred for the Crown Prince almost bursting out of his chest.
Zhi Rou wanted to say something, but before she could open her mouth, the burning sensation in her stomach rose repeatedly. She quickly poured herself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing that she couldn't even eat properly, Wei Yuanzhan felt a little guilty. He pushed the dish away with his slender index finger and, without making a sound, moved closer and closer to her bowl and chopsticks.
“Eat,” he said.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, a relaxed posture, but his tone was somber, "I can't take you to the training ground."
He wanted to return to the capital as soon as possible and had already discussed it with General Gao. It just so happened that Huai Xian also had the same idea, and he would not stay in any city for long.
Seeing her family again soon would be a wonderful thing for Yu Zhirou. Her brows furrowed as if she were thinking about something, then she raised her eyelashes and asked, "Will my older brother also come back to the capital?"
If he stays in Yuyang, according to etiquette, she should go and see him.
"Yes." Song Qiyu had not returned to the capital for a year, and Governor Zhang granted him leave. If he traveled quickly, he could even spend the Lantern Festival at the Song residence.
The next day, the procession to the capital was already full of people. Huai Xian, finding the journey unbearable, forced Zhi Rou to ride with him.
Perhaps because the process was going faster, she was in a good mood. On New Year's Eve, Zhi Rou received dumplings that Huai Xian had made by hand in the car. They looked delicious and tasted just as good.
The stars were twinkling in the sky. Zhi Rou leaned against an elm tree, holding a bottle of Tusu wine that Jing Yao had given her. It was a gift from Huai Xian to his subordinates.
The starry sky cast a hazy glow on the riverbank, and laughter echoed in the air. Soon, the voices grew louder, and the sharp clash of weapons could be faintly heard.
Zhi Rou turned around and saw four or five soldiers entangled together, their swords flashing an inch from their sheaths, ready to fight. Most of the people around were from the marriage procession, and upon seeing this, they were terrified and scattered several feet away.
As the situation grew increasingly dangerous and a shoving match was about to break out, a lithe figure suddenly appeared.
He flicked his wrist, placing his sword horizontally in front of the leader's chest, and with a slight push, shoved the man backward: "Instead of causing trouble here, why don't you go to the governor and ask him to give you some other assignments?"
As soon as they separated, his hand holding the knife fell smoothly, a red light flickering on his tall frame. The troublemaking soldiers immediately lowered their heads: "We know our mistake..."
The man ignored her, hung the knife back on his purse, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Zhi Rou.
His steps faltered for a moment, but only for a moment, before he continued walking toward her as usual.
Zhi Rou looked at the man walking towards her. He was composed and clear-headed. In fact, she recognized him the moment their eyes met.
"Big brother." Zhi Rou straightened up slightly and left the tree trunk.
Song Qiyu nodded in agreement.
He couldn't say goodbye properly three years ago. Three years later, she stopped by his side again. The long-lost feeling gradually became etched in his heart. He wanted to speak, but couldn't find a suitable word.
After a moment, his gaze swept over Zhi Rou's hand, and he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to drink?"
In previous years, on New Year's Day, the whole family would gather together to drink New Year's wine to ward off plague, starting with the youngest child. Zhi Rou was the first one to drink.
Hearing his words, Zhi Rou poured herself a cup of wine and took a sip. The Tu Su wine tasted slightly sweet with a medicinal aroma.
Song Qiyu's gaze swept over her face imperceptibly, as was the opening of all pleasantries, before finally settling on the riverbank: "Fourth sister, how have you been all these years?"
"I'm doing alright." Most of the memories she's willing to recall are easy. She turned her head and asked, "Where's my older brother?"
Song Qiyu paused for a moment: "Same as you."
In the past, when they were in the capital, the two of them didn't talk much. After several years apart, their conversations became even more distant.
Thinking of his younger sister, Song Qiyu couldn't help but ask, "Has Fourth Sister sent any letters home?"
“I went there twice, but my father’s replies to me… didn’t seem like he had received any news from me.”
“No wonder.” He lowered his eyelashes in the night, and after a moment said, “They are very worried about you.”
Mother and Third Sister. Zhi Rou's eyes brightened instantly, and she asked him first, "Big Brother, is my mother still in good health?"
These words were overheard, and Song Qiyu did not immediately reply.
Zhi Rou's heart suddenly jumped, and she looked at him anxiously. Soon, she heard his deep voice, which made no attempt to hide anything.
"Not long after you left home, her illness gradually subsided, and Father has been sending people to take good care of her. Last New Year, an eunuch who came to the mansion to deliver an imperial decree accidentally bumped into Consort Lin, and since then, her hands have become somewhat useless."
What does it mean to be useless?
"She broke her thumb and will never be able to write again."
A single sentence felt like an icicle cutting into her ear. Zhi Rou felt uncomfortable, her breathing quickened, and she gripped her wine glass even tighter.
Seeing her like this, Song Qiyu suddenly regretted telling her at this time, but she would return to the capital sooner or later and witness it with her own eyes.
His hand hovered over her shoulder several times, as if dealing with a soldier, but he hesitated and did not put it down.
Wei Yuanzhan walked out of the tent. The closer he got to the capital, the more he took off his armor, wearing only a comfortable undergarment and an outer robe.
Lan Ye walked over from the princess's side carrying a pot of wine, and pouted with delight: "The New Year's wine bestowed by His Highness has also been accepted by the General and Lord Zhao."
There is an order in the army that no alcohol should be consumed before or during battle. Now that the situation is peaceful, it should be fine to have a couple of drinks.
Wei Yuanzhan was not a heavy drinker, and upon hearing that it was a gift from Huai Xian, he became somewhat listless and indifferent. He patted Lan Ye's shoulder and advised, "You should save the Tusu wine for when you get home."
He wiped his robes before speaking and strode toward the firelight.
A large group of people had gathered around the campfire. Wei Yuanzhan strolled around casually, and under an elm tree by the river, he caught a glimpse of Zhi Rou's figure.
She is with Song Qiyu.
Wei Yuanzhan stopped and watched with his arms crossed.
Before long, he saw Zhi Rou and Song Qiyu say goodbye. Her figure was not as upright as during the day, as if something was pressing down on her head, making her look listless.
Wei Yuanzhan was puzzled, so he immediately took a step forward and walked up to Song Qiyu, stopping him: "What did you say to her?"
The dappled sunlight reflected off the two of them, the murmuring water deep and still, reminding one of Chuzhou three years ago.
His resentful gaze swept across his face, but Song Qiyu didn't care. He was very familiar with Wei Yuanzhan and didn't need to hide anything: "She will find out about her mother's affairs eventually."
Wei Yuanzhan didn't understand what he meant. After a moment's thought, he guessed that her mother was unwell. He immediately left him and ran to find Zhirou.
...
The journey back was faster and faster. Although they missed the Lantern Festival, they finally arrived in the capital on January 19th.
The wind in my hometown is gentler than elsewhere, and the sunlight feels warm on my face, full of the promise of spring.
Wei Yuanzhan was on military duty this time, but Song Qiyu was unrestrained. As soon as they entered the capital, he reined in his horse and stopped on the side road. When Zhi Rou came over, he dismounted and walked into the city with her.
The return of the young master and young lady together is a joyous occasion for the Song family. The welcoming party had been waiting on Liuli Street since early morning. Upon seeing the newcomers, Steward Zou, his thick eyebrows beaming with delight, hurried forward and greeted them, "Young master."
He turned to signal the servants to take the horse, then turned back to the figure behind Song Qiyu and smiled kindly, "Fourth Miss is back."
Having not seen her old friend from the capital for a long time, Zhi Rou was a little shy. Her lips curved into a bashful smile, just like when she was young: "Grandpa Zou." She stepped out from behind Song Qiyu.
She traveled south, her robes clean, but her boots worn. She was taller and more slender than three years ago; if she had changed into a dress, she would have been a graceful young lady from an official family.
"Young master and young lady, you must be tired from your journey. Madam has prepared a welcome banquet at the manor, hoping that you two will return home soon."
Song Qiyu nodded: "How is everything at the manor?"
"All is well. It's just that the Third Miss has been thinking of you. This morning she even mentioned to Madam that she wanted to come with me to pick up the young master. But Madam said that she was still under house arrest and could not go out at will, so she stopped her from leaving."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiyu smiled faintly and glanced at the servant leading the horse: "There's a gift I brought for her soon, don't break it."
"Yes." Butler Zou answered on behalf of the man, and after giving his instructions, he respectfully gestured for him to get into the car.
Zhi Rou and Song Qiyu didn't ride in the same car; they followed him, crouched down, and squeezed into the carriage.
The New Year celebrations had just passed, but the festive atmosphere still lingered in the mansion. Since the young master had returned home for a family reunion, the red silk ribbons and lanterns were left untouched. As soon as Song Qiyu stepped onto the long corridor, the festive spirit of the New Year wafted over him, as if it had been deliberately waiting for him, and only today marked the beginning of the new year.
Since Song Congzhao had not returned, he went straight to Danyu Garden. A servant had already informed the house, and Song Hanjin held onto her skirt and waited at the front of the courtyard.
The light beneath the leaves swayed in the wind, and slowly, Song Qiyu appeared in the light and shadow. Golden light flickered across his handsome face. Song Hanjin lifted her boot: "Brother!"
Perhaps because she was still unmarried, she was nineteen years old, but she still had the demeanor of a young girl. When she came to Song Qiyu, she stared at him with her bright eyes for a while and asked, "Why are you a little darker?"
Although people at the time did not admire men with fair skin, according to Song Hanjin's pursuit of beauty, he always felt that being a little fair was better.
He smiled helplessly, "As long as my sister is pretty, that's enough." As he spoke, he stepped into the courtyard to pay his respects to his mother.
Song Hanjin glanced back hesitantly: "Where's Fourth Sister? Didn't she come back with Brother?"
Song Qiyu said, "She went to Xixiang Garden."
The osmanthus blossoms hadn't yet opened, and there were no other flowers or plants in the courtyard. However, there were more people around, with several unfamiliar maids serving under the eaves. As instructed by Granny Liu, when they saw a slightly effeminate-looking young man approaching, they stepped aside and bowed, saying, "Fourth Miss."
The sound reached the room, and Lin He's calm expression tightened. She suddenly stood up.
Before she even reached the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a pair of thick-soled leather boots stepped in. Following her gaze upwards, she saw a slender and upright figure with burning eyes. When their eyes met, he lifted his robe, knelt down, and kowtowed to her in greeting.
Lin He quickly helped Zhi Rou stand up, and after she sat down, he looked her over carefully several times, murmuring, "Why do you seem to have lost a lot of weight?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Zhi Rou felt a pang of sadness. She swallowed hard, forced a faint smile, and said, "I've always been like this. It's just that Mother hasn't seen me in so long."
He wiped his cheek as he spoke, as if disgusted by his travel-worn appearance and trying his best to present a refreshed image.
Lin He sat down in the same chair as her. Her height had increased by two inches, and Lin He couldn't help but remark softly, "You've grown taller since three years ago, like your father..."
As she finished speaking, her voice suddenly choked up. She quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve and forced a smile as she asked, "Have you been to Danyu Garden?"
"No, my older brother went. Butler Zou said we'll have dinner up front tonight, so I'll go pay my respects to my father and mother then."
"Alright. Are you hungry? Call the kitchen..."
Zhi Rou moved the chair closer and lifted her eyelashes: "No need, Mother. I just want to be alone with you and talk to you, that would be nice."
When the mother and daughter are alone together, undisturbed by outsiders, Zhi Rou has the space to express what she wants to say and what she wants to verify.
But as she gazed at Lin He, she gradually noticed that Lin He's plain face looked more haggard than she remembered, tinged with frailty. Suddenly, she dared not look at her directly and lowered her gaze to her knees.
Lin He's hands were also resting on his knees. He didn't deliberately avoid anyone. His right thumb was obviously different from the others. It seemed that he couldn't extend it. It was as if the two knuckles were sewn together by a thread, and it was in a bent-out position.
Zhi Rou gently took her hand and carefully and tenderly stroked her knuckles. The tears she had been holding back welled up in her eyes at this moment.
What her older brother said by the riverbank was to tell her that her mother's injury was not an accident.
People in the palace.
Why?
Zhi Rou demanded answers and also sought revenge. Lin He knew her temperament all too well; no matter how she pressed, she would only receive evasive answers.
The next morning, after finishing her breakfast, Zhi Rou took her leave and went alone to Song Qiyu's courtyard. She wanted to ask him about what happened on New Year's Day last year.
Walking from the small garden to the east courtyard, the path was exceptionally quiet, without even the chirping of insects. Zhi Rou walked along the long corridor outside the moon gate, where latticed windows reflected two artificial hills, with lush flowers and trees, a common sight in the homes of wealthy families in the capital.
As she walked, her mind filled with confusion and unease, she unexpectedly turned a corner and bumped into a hard chest. She gritted her teeth and groaned, and the man stepped back.
Before she could even raise her eyes, Xu Chengce had already subtly looked her up and down, his expression somewhat amiable. He guessed, "You are... Fourth Miss?"
He was initially displeased by the collision, but having stayed at the Song residence for so long, he hadn't had a single day of joy for him. Just as he was about to reprimand her, he suddenly realized that it was her!
The girl was tall and slender, with stunning features and a resilient air about her. Her light-colored dress resembled a moon painted by a talented scholar. Xu Chengce's heart fluttered, and his long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.
Zhi Rou didn't even get a good look at him before a soft voice called out from behind, "What brings you here, Miss? The Third Miss has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Hearing that it was her third sister who was looking for her, she frowned and turned around. Song Hanjin's maid had already come up and forcefully asked her to leave.
Xu Chengce pulled out half of his sleeve, wanting to call out to her, but in the end he sighed and gave up unwillingly.
"Sister, do you need something?" Zhi Rou walked half a step behind the maid. Sunlight streamed in, and spring quietly arrived in the capital.
The maid turned to look at her, her gaze stretching further into the distance, and whispered, "That's the young master of the Xu family. He's been staying in our mansion for a month and has been bothering the Third Miss. Knowing you're back, the Third Miss specifically instructed that anyone who sees the young master speaking to you should immediately take you away."
Xu Chengce is two months younger than Song Hanjin, and is nineteen years old this year. He is a lazy and idle young man from Wuling. Xu's father has been scheming for his future, but in the blink of an eye, he has set his sights on Song Hanjin.
In the capital, daughters of officials and nobles have no trouble finding husbands, but most of them start arranging marriages after the age of fifteen. Song Hanjin is picky and doesn't like anyone, so she's not in a hurry at all.
The Xu family and the Song family were already related, and the third daughter was someone they had watched grow up. The Xu family wanted to use this relationship to forge a marriage alliance.
Fourth Miss is also a daughter of the Song family; if we're going to guard against her, we have to guard against her together.
Zhi Rou remembered Xu Chengce's name. The only time she visited the Xu residence as a child, they threw dates at her. She also met him once later at the Marquis's banquet on Wei Yuanzhan's birthday, which displeased her.
After hearing the whole story of his visit to the Song residence, her brows furrowed with even more disdain. After a moment, she relaxed her expression and said to Song Hanjin's maid, "Please thank my sister for me."
Unexpectedly, after escaping this calamity, a few days later, Zhi Rou went out and bumped into him again by the Yunliu River.
The wind in January still carried a bit of chill. Xu Chengce and his companions were boating when, as soon as they reached the shore, they saw a familiar figure in their field of vision.
He was slightly taken aback. Zhi Rou pursed her lips, sensing something strange under his gaze, and turned away.
Xu Chengce hurriedly picked up his clothes and chased after her, but in the crowd, her figure became increasingly distant. In a moment of dizziness, he called out, "Fourth Miss!"
Zhi Rou pretended not to hear, and after thinking it over, she roughly understood who he was. She couldn't help but mutter to herself: How annoying.
While she was pretending, Wei Yuanzhan was less than ten feet away from Xu Chengce. At that moment, he was preoccupied with his own thoughts and had no time to pay attention to the scenery around him.
Wei Yuanzhan heard the word "Fourth Sister" and felt it was familiar for no reason.
He stopped and turned around. The sky was clear and cloudless, and the clothes of the tourists seemed to be gilded, gleaming with a bright light.
Like a hunter, his eyes finally locked onto a figure from behind and followed it.
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