"I received the report, thank you."
"Hmm, Zhuo Wen... is he alright?"
Hearing her cautiously ask, "It's not good right now, but perhaps he'll feel better after reading your report. He's always felt sorry for Zhuo Yue, thinking that Gu Mai was responsible for her suffering, how could she so easily enjoy sitting in the position of family head? He hates himself for not being able to save Yue'er, and he hates them too."
Song Xingyao fell silent. She didn't know how much hatred Zhuo Wen had carried to this point. She thought of Gu Mai's appearance when he woke up from hypnosis. Who should he hate?
After hanging up the phone, Shi Yu casually glanced at the information Song Xingyao had sent him, then took it and went out.
Zhuo Wen had been staying in the villa where Zhuo Yue had lived during this period. Before this incident, he never set foot in this place.
The things inside were spotless, as if they were being maintained daily.
He stood on the terrace that Zhuo Yue used to love most, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.
Shi Yu: "Wen, take a look for yourself." He placed the treatment report in his hand on the glass table behind him.
He didn't reach for the item, as if he wasn't the kind of person who should care about it. The temperature in S country dropped quickly, the sky darkened, and the lights in the manor came on, with scattered white dots visible in the places where the light shone.
"It's snowing now, it seems like it's time to go see the moon again."
Without responding to his words, Shi Yu followed his gaze to the snowflakes that were gradually growing larger. Unlike the bleakness of autumn, there was a biting chill as the wind blew into her collar.
The expected outcome did not elicit any further reaction from Zhuo Wensheng.
Zhuo Yue's passion and vitality had long been washed away by that cold, turbulent current.
The butler bowed and greeted, "Master, the head of the Sige family, Gu Mai, is at the door. He says he wants to see you."
"You arrived quite quickly." It was as if welcoming a long-awaited visitor to this empty courtyard.
Shi Yu noticed a bitter and helpless expression on his face. It turned out that the person Zhuo Yue had been waiting for until the very end of her life had completely forgotten about her. Yet, she still left with a mixture of expectation and despair.
Gu Mai was still wearing the same light jacket he wore in Jiangcheng. Early winter in Jiangcheng was already bitterly cold, with rare weather conditions like sleet appearing.
He stood stiffly, staring at the closed door, seemingly still hoping that when the door opened, the girl would run towards him.
The heavy door slowly opened, and an unprecedented expectation appeared in Gu Mai's eyes, which then dimmed again.
Zhuo Wen certainly noticed the change in his eyes, so he sneered, subtly mocking the belated affection of the person in front of him.
The next second, he knelt on the ground, the snow water soaking his trouser legs, and his knees felt icy and painful, but he seemed completely unaware.
He lowered his once proud head, like a defeated man.
"I want to see her." Gu Mai's voice floated in the air as faintly as snowflakes.
Zhuo Wen's previously mocking smile faltered at this moment.
"I never knew that the head of the Sige family could have such a sentimental moment. What a pity. I wonder if you have ever heard the saying in China these years: 'Belated affection is cheaper than grass.'"
“I want to see her,” he repeated.
His words enraged Zhuo Wen, who took two steps forward and stepped on the man's shoulder. With just a little force, the kneeling man in front of him fell to the side.
Gu Mai propped himself up slightly with his hands, a chilling sensation spreading through his body. He said it again, "I want to see her."
Zhuo Wen thought he was just feeling sorry for Zhuo Yue, but it turned out he wasn't. He pressed Gu Mai's hand to the ground, leaving no gap between it and the ground.
"What's the use of saying all this now? Since you can't protect her under the old man's watchful eye, you should get out of here. Her death was all your fault, and I want you to remember this forever."
In the freezing snow, Gu Mai's face was almost as pale as the snow covering the leaves beside him. His lips were stained purple from the cold, and his hands were pressed tightly to the ground by his feet, yet he seemed to feel no pain.
Zhuo Wen took out a faded pink envelope from his pocket. The glue seal on it had turned yellow and peeled off, with a tear sticking out.
A thin sheet stopped in front of Gu Mai's eyes.
He lifted his foot, turned around, and left. Zhuo Wen never looked at the man on the ground again, even though this was the scene he had once most wanted to see.
Gu Mai saw the words on the screen, but the chill slowed his reaction, and his fingers became stiff and less flexible.
It wasn't until the rain, mixed with snowflakes, blurred his name that he hurriedly picked up the envelope lying on the ground and wiped it dry against his chest.
"No...no," she murmured.
Tearing open the envelope was already a difficult task for him in this freezing weather.
Even after several hundred days, the handwriting above still shows that a lot of effort was put into writing it.
It contained no emotions or love, nor the despair and collapse one feels before death.
The message above reads: "I remember you said you didn't want to be an heir. I hope you're happy, but I hope you won't be in this kind of family in your next life. But if that's the case, where will we meet again?"
There was no pain in it; it didn't seem like a suicide note, but rather like a note being sent to a loved one in class, waiting for their reply.
But there was no longer a chance to answer her question.
Just when he thought he had stopped crying, the warmth at the corner of his eye seemed to remind him that Zhuo Yue would never come back.
She never had the chance to hear her own answer.
My clothes were covered in a layer of frost from the rain and snow, which couldn't be melted by my body heat.
The next second he went crazy, stood up, and pounded on the tightly closed door in front of him.
"I want to see her! I want to see her!!!"
He shouted like a madman, but the heavy door didn't even respond to his pounding; it simply rejected his request to enter with a dull thud.
Shi Yu stood behind Zhuo Wen, "Do you still hate him?"
“Even Yue’er doesn’t hate him, so how could I?” he retorted.
On the spacious terrace, streaks of frost formed on the glass table.
He stared blankly at the distant lampposts. "Moon, do you still want to see him?"
Because the manor was so secluded, Zhuo Wen could almost hear the man crying outside the door—it was crying, wasn't it?
Zhuo Wen ordered, "Don't let him die in Orland. Call the Sige people tomorrow morning and have them take him away."
"yes."
The freezing night did not bring me the chance to see Zhuo Yue. When I opened my eyes, the interior was familiar again.
I feel a metallic taste stuck in my throat.
Gu Mai tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his head stopped him.
He frantically searched his body and finally found the crumpled letter on the pillow, which reassured him somewhat.
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