The two fell silent for a moment.
Jiang Yu waited for a long time, but the person next to him did not speak again, so he knew that he would not hear what he wanted to hear today.
He pursed his lips, silently got up, said "Goodnight," and walked heavily toward his tent.
Even after lifting the curtain and going inside, I didn't hear a single word of urging them to stay.
After lying down on the bed, he couldn't help but secretly despise himself. He knew perfectly well that Rui Rui was sick and not quite right, so why did he force her to be like this?
Looking back on his past thirty years, it seems that he has always been forcing things in relationships, and it has always been a one-sided affair.
Is he really that bad?
Why is it that... no matter how sincerely I like someone, I never get a good outcome...?
He went through a lot of ups and downs today, and he's actually very tired, not just physically, but also mentally.
Lying quietly in bed, he closed his eyes, not wanting to think about anything related to relationships anymore. He just wanted to clear his mind and get some sleep.
As for the rest, I'll leave it to myself tomorrow.
He dared to do this because he was confident that with Shen Xingmian around, Rui Rui would be in no danger.
If they were still in the other courtyard, he probably wouldn't dare to sleep at all; he would have to stay by Rui Rui's side all night to feel at ease.
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Left outside, Yu Xiurui couldn't help but feel pessimistic, wondering if Jiang Yu had finally given up on her.
Someone like him deserves to be reciprocated with even greater affection and cherished by those he likes, instead of encountering someone like me who not only doesn't reciprocate but also contemplates suicide...
It must have cast a long shadow over him.
Although the wound on my wrist has healed, the excruciating pain seems to be branded there, and I dare not move it too much.
After she was cured, she tried her best to avoid using her left hand, as if not touching it would lessen the discomfort.
With no one around, she raised her hand to look and found that there wasn't a single mark left on the inside of her wrist.
It looks like... she didn't make that deep a cut with a knife.
But the pain she felt back then was so vivid in her memory that seeing her wrist again, which was perfectly fine, would give her a strong sense of being torn apart.
It's as if the soul and body have become disconnected.
Suddenly, the little rabbit beside me moved, hopping forward, but it was too small and no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't hop very far.
Yu Xiurui looked at how tiny it was, struggling forward with all its might, and was suddenly touched.
Could she try to struggle a bit more?
Before he passed away, her father said that he didn't blame himself, but only the power of gossip and... his failure to protect her, which led her to experience all that horror.
His only regret in life was that he couldn't let her live happily.
Her father knew that she would never be able to live a good life again.
He died in despair, not because he blamed his daughter, but more because he blamed himself for not protecting her.
How could she not be sad?
To her, her relatives and elders were less than strangers.
After the incident, everyone was only thinking about disclaiming any responsibility, fearing that it would affect the marriage prospects of other women in the clan.
To prevent her from being hurt by her family again, her father took the initiative to expel the father and daughter from the clan.
For a father with such strong family ties, how much pain must he have felt? Otherwise, he wouldn't have become so depressed until there was no cure.
She was filled with remorse. If only she hadn't gone out that day...
Yu Xiurui lay down on the bed, and as she fell asleep, her pillowcase was already soaked with tears.
...
After returning to her room, Shen Xingmian exhausted her supernatural abilities and began practicing calligraphy without fail.
After a few days, it seems to be starting to show results. I won't say how much better my handwriting has become, but at least my wrist doesn't shake as much when I hold the brush anymore.
Oh right, she suddenly remembered that before, she could only practice by following the calligraphy templates, without any teacher's guidance, and had to figure it out on her own.
Things are different now!
The two people temporarily residing in this space must be very cultured; perhaps they can offer her some guidance.
Thinking of this, Shen Xingmian immediately put down his pen, lay back on the bed, and prepared to get a good night's sleep, no longer working in isolation.
She slept soundly, and the next morning, she prepared a fairly lavish meal for her first meal as the hostess of the house.
I clearly wanted to visit the other courtyard, but now I've ended up not only not getting a free meal, but I've also become the one being mooched off.
After waking up, Jiang Yu felt exceptionally refreshed. The fatigue caused by his worries over the past few days seemed to have been swept away, and he felt exceptionally comfortable in both body and mind.
He got up, dressed, stretched, and felt incredibly comfortable. After washing up, he felt even more refreshed.
Seeing that Shen Xingmian had already started setting the table, he hurried over to help, saying somewhat apologetically:
"I really feel bad for troubling you, Mianmian. When we get to the capital, see what you like and I'll buy it all for you."
These words were so extravagant that Shen Xingmian's eyes lit up. She looked up at him with a smile and asked, "Uncle, is anything okay? Everything?"
For some reason, Jiang Yu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and was somewhat afraid to answer.
But then he thought, this is just a thirteen-year-old girl. No matter how much she wants, he can afford it. After all, he brought a lot of silver with him when he went out, just in case.
Surely we can't even fulfill a little girl's wish?
With this in mind, his confidence returned, and he nodded firmly: "Okay, Uncle keeps his word!"
Shen Xingmian smiled happily; she felt that she liked Uncle Jiang Yu even more now.
Although she didn't really want anything, and even if she did, she wouldn't treat her own people like fools. Wouldn't it be better for her to use that energy to fleece those corrupt officials outside?
Seriously.
Yu Xiurui, who was lifting the curtain to walk out, couldn't help but start thinking about how she should repay this life-saving grace.
She is not an ungrateful person, especially not one who has saved her life like this.
This life no longer belongs to her alone, but also to the little girl in front of her, and of course, to Jiang Yu as well.
If I try to kill myself again, not only will I fail to die, but I will also cause more trouble for the two people in front of me.
Her initial reasons for wanting to die were twofold: first, she genuinely didn't want to live anymore; and second, she wanted Jiang Yu to be free from her burden and live a better life, instead of constantly causing him trouble.
Now that she can't die, she needs to think about how to live well.
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