The rain broke and the clouds dispersed, leaving the courtyard covered with fallen petals.
A gentle breeze blows, the air is fresh after the rain, and withered flowers flutter down.
Xiao Wujie and Lin Qingyi stood side by side under the dripping eaves, their clothes fluttering in the wind and their hair dancing lightly.
The faint light refracted through the water droplets, illuminating Xiao Wujie's handsome face with its sculpted eyebrows and painted eyes, making him look as beautiful as a poem or painting.
A shower of petals fell upon his mirror-like eyes, the withered blossoms landing on the surface, rippling in circles around his gaze.
After standing silently for a moment, Lin Qingyi's hair fluttered at her temples as she turned to look at him and spoke softly:
"Come inside, it's cold outside. Although you've recovered a bit these past two days, you can't let your guard down."
Xiao Wujie seemed not to hear, and suddenly reached out, his long, slender fingers, as cold as jade, gently clenched in front of him.
The breeze remains the same, and the flowers still fall.
Xiao Wujie's eyes dimmed slightly, and his fingers curled up and folded in front of him.
His eyes glazed over, and he murmured self-deprecatingly:
"The flowing water and falling flowers mark the passing of spring, a world apart from heaven."
"The winds of the world never cease. Though I was once just a fallen petal, I possessed the power to stir up the winds and clouds."
"Now we can only let the wind blow and we fall, and you must hold us up and protect us."
Lin Qingyi, dressed in a light blue cheongsam, moved gracefully, as gentle as flowing lake water. A hint of reminiscence flickered in her clear eyes, and as complex emotions welled up, she softly asked:
Do you regret it?
Xiao Wujie's brows twitched slightly, his eyes remaining calm and clear as still wind: "No regrets."
He would still choose the same option even if given ten thousand more chances.
"That's fine."
Xiao Wujie was slightly taken aback and looked back: "What?"
Lin Qingyi repeated, "I said, that's good."
She looked at Xiao Wujie, her eyes curving into a gentle arc, her eyes and brows full of smiles, her bright eyes sparkling like morning dew, as if every drop could reflect the beauty of the whole world.
"Of the ten things in life, eight or nine are unsatisfactory. We can withstand the wind and frost, but it is the hardest thing to have no regrets."
"Since you have no regrets and your mind is clear, all that has happened now is but a little hardship."
Spring will go, but it will come again; what belongs to you will eventually return.
Her smile was exquisite, her face as pure as a lotus, ethereal and otherworldly. As the corners of her lips turned up slightly, two shallow dimples appeared, gentle and bright.
"You once held up an umbrella for us with all your might, and for the rest of the journey, protecting you is something we are willing to do."
"Endure the wind and snow, endure the cold, for even the cold is already the chill of spring."
"You have already traversed countless mountains and rivers through wind and snow. Now that we have walked with you through this final stretch of trials and tribulations, what awaits you ahead will be everything you desire in your heart."
Xiao Wujie's eyes sparkled, and his lips moved. He was now a fallen flower struggling to withstand the cold wind, but a pair of warm hands below held him high, so that even though he could not stand proudly on the branch, he would not be disturbed by the wind and rain.
A drop of water falls into the lake of the heart, and ripples spread outwards from the still surface, reaching the deepest part of the soul and bringing a lingering aftertaste.
The wind still blows fiercely, yet flowers bloom.
Xiao Wujie smiled, a very soft smile, his eyes gentle and profound, like a distant world beneath a tranquil lake, twinkling with starlight.
"Though the fallen flowers have faded, they still retain their fragrance. I am still alive, and I have my sister and all of you. That is enough."
"Sister Qingyi, thank you very much."
Lin Qingyi's gaze shifted slightly, and the smile on her delicate face grew even gentler. She raised her slender fingers slightly, "You might still have them."
After saying that, she turned around and walked away into the distance.
Following the direction she pointed, Xiao Wujie saw Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan holding lunchboxes.
Xiao Shuihan looked at Lin Qingyi's departing figure with an apologetic expression: "Child, I hope I didn't disturb you."
Xiao Wujie glanced at them, his gaze flickered slightly, and he smiled and gently shook his head.
His smile caused Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan to look surprised. Although their son's attitude toward them was getting better day by day, it still carried a hint of awkwardness and unnaturalness.
Occasionally, I would smile at them, but it felt more like a polite formality, lacking a sense of casualness and ease.
Although the smiles were faint today, they could clearly sense something different; the smiles seemed more transparent and more sincere.
A maternal smile, like ice melting on Luo Yilan's noble face, appeared. Her eyes were filled with concern, and she tried her best to soften her expression.
"Good child, you're dressed too lightly, it's cold outside, come inside."
"We've made you some soup, try it and it'll warm you up."
Xiao Wujie lowered his gaze slightly, stepped aside, and walked side by side with them into the room.
Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan stared at each other almost uncontrollably, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
My son seems to be a bit different today.
Upon entering the room, Xiao Wujie instinctively grabbed a small blanket and covered his legs. Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan, who were beside him, had already opened the lunchbox without his help, and spoons, chopsticks, and even tissues for wiping their mouths were already laid out.
Xiao Wujie blinked slightly; in truth, he wasn't used to being treated like this.
He is a very independent person, but when faced with Chu Liyue, his love for her is almost overflowing, so he likes to stick to her and be pampered by her.
Sometimes he reflects on himself, wondering if his behavior creates the illusion that he is a useless person.
But he only wanted to be a useless person in front of his sister, not in front of others.
He still wanted to salvage some of his manly image...
Just as he was secretly annoyed, Xiao Shuihan pushed the spoon towards him. He looked at the soup in the lunchbox, seemed a little nervous, and nervously rubbed his hands together while chuckling softly.
"I haven't cooked in a long time. I let a few other people at the restaurant try it, and they thought it was pretty good."
"Good boy, give it a try. If you like it, drink more. If you don't like it... I'll improve next time."
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