Chapter 86 The mystery will be solved
Song Nuan opened the door and was startled when she saw the person outside.
Yu Zhi's long hair was messed up by the wind and snow, a few strands of wet hair stuck to her bloodstained cheeks, and her originally neat dress was stained, making her look very disheveled.
"Yu Zhi? What are you doing..." Song Nuan subconsciously wanted to let her into the house, but the words stopped at her lips, and her eyes were full of complexity.
Yu Zhi didn't bother to go into the house. Her voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. She asked, "Xue Falcon, is there any way... to get Song Nuan back?"
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her eyes were fixed on her.
The astonishment on Song Nuan's face gradually faded, replaced by a trace of pity.
But he still hardened his heart and said in a colder voice: "No."
The answer, which was exactly the same as Xiaoshui's, was like a blunt knife, completely shattering Yu Zhi's last bit of hope.
Yu Zhi didn't say anything else, just lowered her eyes.
Song Nuan looked at her distraught appearance and was silent for a long time.
She finally softened her tone and took a half step aside: "Come in and sit for a while. I built a cenotaph for her on the edge of Nanshan Mountain. You can go and see it when the time comes."
When Yu Zhi raised her head, the light in her eyes had dimmed, but she still nodded slightly.
She didn't go into the house, but turned around and slowly left, dragging her legs that felt like they were filled with lead.
Step by step, we walked into the deeper snow and wind, moving towards Nanshan.
The snow fell even harder on Nanshan Mountain. The whole mountain was covered in white, and even the tombstones were covered with a thin layer of snow.
When Yu Zhi found Song Nuan's cenotaph, her fingertips were numb from the cold. She squatted down and slowly brushed away the snow on the tombstone.
Looking at the two words "Song Nuan", he suddenly squatted in the snow and sat motionless for a long time.
【Lord Host...】
Xiaoshui's voice was a little hesitant. She wanted to persuade her, but she swallowed the words back when they came to her lips. In the end, she could only choose to remain silent.
It was not until the sky gradually darkened and the snow stopped that she slowly stood up, holding on to the tombstone. She felt a blackout in front of her eyes and felt very dizzy.
But just as she staggered to turn around and leave, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a bouquet of flowers placed in front of a tombstone not far away.
She held onto the tree trunk beside her, barely steadying her dazed mind, and moved closer bit by bit. When she saw the name engraved on the tombstone clearly, her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Xiao Shui, help me find someone, immediately." Her voice trembled slightly.
Xiaoshui also noticed the situation at the tombstone and took action immediately.
The snow started to fall again on the South Mountain. The wind blew the snow particles against the tree trunks, making a crackling sound.
Yu Zhi held onto the tree trunk, her fingertips turning white from the exertion, her eyes fixed on the name on the tombstone in front of her.
Why are they connected...
Yu Zhi had a premonition that the mystery that had troubled her for a long time was about to be solved.
The snow was still falling in Nanshan. The wind blew the snow particles into the collars, freezing people so much that their bones ached.
Yu Zhi's physical strength had long been overdrawn to the limit. Every step she took felt like she was walking on cotton, and she felt so light and dizzy.
She couldn't even remember how she left the cemetery or how she found her way down the mountain.
I just felt that the snow scene in front of my eyes was overlapping again and again, and the white scene was so dazzling that I couldn't open my eyes. My consciousness seemed to be immersed in cold water, sinking little by little.
Her steps became heavier and heavier, and the dull pain in her chest became more and more obvious. She held onto a tree trunk by the roadside, trying to catch her breath, but her fingertips suddenly lost strength and she slid down the trunk.
Just when she thought she was going to fall into the snow, a familiar voice suddenly emerged from the wind and snow.
It’s not high, but it has a temperature that can penetrate the cold.
"Zhizhi..."
Is it A Yue?
She raised her head with great effort, her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were made of lead, and she could only open them a crack.
In the blurry snow curtain, only two overlapping human figures could be seen.
The next second, she was firmly embraced in someone's arms. The familiar scent of black cedar enveloped her, completely relaxing her nerves that had been tense for a long time.
…
When Yu Zhi regained consciousness, she felt a faint warmth lingering around her nose.
It wasn't the familiar cedar aroma at home, but a mixture of the smoke from the wood fireplace.
There is also a faint cold fragrance, clear and gentle.
She slowly opened her eyes and moved her gaze away from the off-white bed curtains embroidered with dark patterns, only to find herself lying on an unfamiliar large bed, covered with a thick cashmere quilt.
The dress on her body has been changed into comfortable and clean pajamas.
Yu Zhi moved her fingers and didn't feel the stiffness and numbness as before, but there was still a dull pain in her temples, like the lingering pain after a high fever subsided.
She turned her head and looked at the bed.
Pei Yuezhou was sleeping on the edge of the bed, his arm resting under his head, and his other hand gently resting on the corner of her quilt.
There was a light bluish-gray color under his eyes, and even his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing obvious fatigue.
Yu Zhi subconsciously stretched out her hand, her fingertips lightly hovering above his cheek, but she didn't dare actually touch it for fear of disturbing him.
But the next second, Pei Yuezhou's eyelashes suddenly trembled.
Yu Zhi quickly withdrew her hand, pretended to have just woken up, and coughed lightly.
Pei Yuezhou opened his eyes instantly, his eyes were still a little sleepy, but when he saw that she was awake, they immediately brightened up.
"Awake?" He propped himself up on his arms and sat up, his voice still a little hoarse. He reached out and touched her forehead. The warmth of his fingertips was slightly calloused, but he was exceptionally gentle. "The fever is gone this time, it's okay."
Judging from what he said, he must have woken up several times in a daze.
And he just stayed here.
Yu Zhi didn't say anything, but just reached out and gently hugged his thin waist, buried her face in his clothes, and the familiar scent of him lingered on her nose.
Pei Yuezhou smiled and patted her back gently: "Would you like something to eat? I asked the kitchen to heat up the porridge."
Yu Zhi shook her head and rubbed her face against his chest.
Her eyes swept over the unfamiliar furnishings around her, and finally she couldn't help but ask, "Where is this place?"
"It's a house in the west of the city. It's close here, so I'll bring you here directly."
Although Pei Yuezhou's real estate is rarely used, he still arranges people to take care of it regularly, so the surroundings look exceptionally clean.
Although he knew she had no appetite, Pei Yuezhou still spoke carefully, his tone a little coaxing: "I'm a little hungry, how about you eat with me? Just eat half a bowl, okay?"
This time Yu Zhi didn't refuse and nodded slightly.
The servant brought the food up quickly.
All of them are refreshing and light meals.
Perhaps the fireplace was burning too brightly, and the room was a little warm and stuffy, and Yu Zhi's cheeks were a little red.
Pei Yuezhou noticed it and signaled the servant to open the window a little to let in some fresh air.
The moment the window was opened, a faint fragrance of plum blossoms drifted in with a cool breeze, diluting the stuffiness in the room.
Yu Zhi couldn't help but look towards the window, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "Are there plum blossoms planted here?"
Pei Yuezhou followed her gaze out the window, his lips curled up: "The plum trees here are old varieties, and they bloom very vigorously every winter. If you like, I'll help you go out for a walk later, just in time to bask in the sun."
Yu Zhi looked at the faintly visible plum branches outside the window and replied softly, "Okay."
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