That night.
The wind was biting cold, and the night was as thick and dark as ink.
The towering white stone pillars of the manor cast pale shadows under the cold moonlight, and scattered figures lay in the moonlit corridor.
The manor was more orderly than ever before, with Chu Nanfeng and Leng Ruxue coming from the old Chu family residence.
Even Lin Qingyi, who was testing the medicine, stood serenely, dressed in a plain white cheongsam, her clothes fluttering, looking like a fairy under the moon, gentle and beautiful.
On the stone platform, Chu Wan's figure was slender and beautiful. Yun Mo sat on her lap, his hands around her neck, his legs wrapped around her slender waist, his eyes were red and swollen.
He had been crying all day, and he wasn't crying now because he had cried all his tears out.
"Lift your face."
As Chu Wan's cool voice fell, Yun Mo obediently raised his face.
Chu Wan looked at his red and swollen eyes, a vivid heartache flashing in her calm and beautiful eyes. She took out the ointment she had prepared in advance, rubbed it between her fingertips, spread it out, and applied it evenly to his eye sockets.
Not far away, Xiao Shuihan's eyes flickered. He carefully moved closer to Luo Yilan, lowered his head, rested his face on her shoulder, and brought his lips close to her ear.
He glanced discreetly at the others, making sure no one was paying attention to him, then lowered his voice as much as possible:
"Ah Lan, my eyes hurt too."
He's been crying all day; his eyes are almost blind from crying.
Luo Yilan reached out and cupped his face, gently rubbing his equally swollen eyes with her fingertips. She sighed softly, but couldn't hide her heartache.
"You!"
She put her arm around Xiao Shuihan's back and patted him. Seeing that Chu Wan had finished applying the medicine to Yun Mo, she said, "Wait."
He then stepped forward to stand before Chu Wan, a gentle, elegant smile appearing on his noble face, his voice soft and gentle:
"Young lady, may I borrow your ointment?"
Chu Wan nodded, handed over the ointment, and Luo Yilan thanked her softly. Yun Mo replied in a hoarse voice:
"Auntie, you're welcome."
“My older sister doesn’t like to talk, so I’ll speak for her.”
Luo Yilan smiled and turned to apply medicine to her older, charming husband.
Yunmo rested his head on Chuwan's shoulder, enjoying her gentle caresses on his trembling back, and looked up at Lu Zhufeng opposite him.
"Old Lu, what do you think Master's wife wants us to do by telling us to wait?"
Lu Zhufeng bent his long legs and placed them on the stone platform, leaning against the cold pillar. His messy hair was blown by the wind and brushed against his face. The moonlight outlined his cold silhouette.
"You must have something to say," he said in a flat tone, as if he were losing interest.
His dark eyes, peeking out from behind his wispy hair, were filled with a gloomy and complex emotion.
He regretted it.
He shouldn't have been so sarcastic and made fun of Xiao Wujie.
When Xiao Wujie first lost his sight, he clung to Chu Liyue, acting as if they would never see each other again after only a few hours apart. Chu Liyue couldn't stand it and laughed at him, saying, "Is it really that bad?"
He originally had no clear concept of losing his sense of touch, but now that he has actually seen it, all he wants is to go back to the past and cut off his tongue.
Unable to sense anything from the outside world or touch any objects, he thought that if it were him, he probably would have already committed suicide with a knife.
No, being blind and deaf means he doesn't even have the ability to commit suicide with a knife.
The sound of cold footsteps came from inside the house, and Chu Liyue walked out carrying the sleeping Xiao Wujie.
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to her. Leng Ruxue was the first to ask a question; she was prone to bursting into tears, and her voice was a little hoarse from crying for so long.
"Boss, what do you need us to do?"
Chu Liyue didn't reply to her, but instead cast her gaze into the deep night in the distance.
Soon, car lights came on on the smooth road in the manor, and two minivans parked neatly in front of everyone.
Chu Liyue's snow-white skin gleamed with a cool glow under the moonlight. Her face was aloof, and without explanation, she simply said, "Get in the car."
Two minivans carrying everyone drove out of the manor, traveled along winding mountain roads, and finally came to a stop in a remote mountain area.
As everyone got out of the car, a strange look appeared in their eyes; it was clear that the place had been arranged.
Several tents were set up in a staggered pattern, and the lanterns hanging outside the tents emitted a soft glow, which, together with the starlight in the sky, illuminated the surrounding darkness.
Not far away, the barbecue grill was already set up, and all kinds of picnic utensils were ready.
Chu Liyue carried Xiao Wujie out of the car and said in a low, cold voice:
"The ingredients have all been prepared."
"Let's all eat something first."
All day long, the manor seemed shrouded in a huge gloom. At lunchtime, Chu Wan and Ai Ruoman only had a few bites, and no one even sat down for dinner.
She carried Xiao Wujie and walked straight toward the tent in the distance. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned her back to the crowd, and turned her face slightly to the side, her cool and perfect profile outlined by the moonlight.
"In the mountains, there is a bright moon and a gentle breeze."
"The wind can't blow away your troubles, but I hope it can straighten your mood."
"He's still alive, and this isn't over yet."
The cold, bright moon gradually rose from the east to its zenith.
In the warm yellow light of the tent, Xiao Wujie opened his empty eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Before he could fully regain consciousness, he could already smell the familiar scent of roses.
He blinked his captivating eyes and asked in a fragile, hoarse voice, "Sister, where is this?"
He could hear the faint crackling of charcoal fire and smell the enticing aroma of food in the air, which told him that he was probably not at the manor.
He lay on the soft blanket, Chu Liyue holding him close, her arms around him. Hearing this, a beautiful smile bloomed on her face, her fingertips tracing Xiao Wujie's face:
"Your favorite place is surrounded by mountains and flowing water, with a bright moon and gentle breeze."
Xiao Wujie's long eyelashes trembled slightly. With a gentle sniff, he moved closer to her fragrant and alluring hair, relying on his sense of smell. Even though he couldn't feel it, he still habitually buried his face in her hair and gently nuzzled her, his voice tinged with broken hoarseness:
"But I can't see it, and I can't feel it."
Chu Liyue's eyes stung and reddened, but her voice remained unchanged, low, cold, and gentle:
"Didn't you used to tell your sister that everything you see is an illusion, and only what you feel in your heart is the truth?"
"What, have you forgotten what you said?"
A look of bewilderment appeared on Xiao Wujie's face. After a long while, his long eyelashes half-closed, concealing the disappointment in his empty eyes, and his voice was soft and low, heartbreaking:
"I haven't forgotten, I am..." She felt a little sad for a moment.
His lips moved, and he instinctively said "I'm sorry": "I'm sorry, sister, I'll calm myself down and not cause you any trouble..."
Chu Liyue interrupted him, her voice barely perceptible and hoarse: "We're in a tent right now. Shall I take you out for a look?"
"Okay," Xiao Wujie replied, his voice still tinged with sadness.
The loss of tactile sensation prevented him from moving on his own. He heard a rustling sound and knew it must be Chu Liyue holding him.
Chu Liyue used to jokingly tell him that since he liked being hugged so much, she would simply carry him in her arms wherever they went and not let him get down. Now it has come true.
The moment he stepped out of the tent, a gentle breeze, the babbling of water, and the chirping of insects filled his ears. Even though he saw no color and felt nothing, Xiao Wujie clearly knew that he was in a vast world.
From afar came Lu Zhufeng's shouts: "Miss Chu, you pretentious hussy, over here!"
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