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The spring breeze remains as before, affectionately caressing the willows along the embankment. The caterpillar-like buds are almost ready to bloom, just as the weather is clear and serene.
Last year’s path through Zimo and Qingmen seems like a dream now, tonight’s soul wanders in rain and clouds. A lifetime of weariness is spent in just a few dusks.”
Due to the Lunar New Year holidays, the official residence at Shuangqiao became even quieter. Madam Murong, having received a Western education from a young age and spending many years abroad, didn’t place much importance on the Lunar New Year. However, following tradition, she held a tea party after the new year to entertain friends and relatives, so she personally supervised the servants in preparing and cleaning. Upon returning home, Murong Qingyi saw everyone bustling about, so he strolled along the corridor to the small western living room. Wei Yi had already spotted him and called out, “Third Brother.” She then made a face at Su Su, “Look how Third Brother has changed—before, he was always absent, but now he returns before the sun sets.” Su Su stood gracefully, smiling without speaking. Wei Yi reluctantly stood up and said, “Future sister-in-law, you truly uphold rules just like Mother. Despite her many years abroad, Mother has become quite traditional in this regard.” Su Su blushed slightly and softly replied, “Household rules are necessary.” Wei Yi teased, “Yes, household rules are excellent. Will you finally admit this is your home?” Being lively by nature, Wei Yi had grown close to Su Su during their engagement and often joked freely. Seeing Su Su blush, she only smiled broadly.
Murong Qingyi gently tapped Wei Yi’s forehead and said, “It’s fine if you don’t stand up when you see me, but don’t get too lazy. Otherwise, you’ll end up not moving when you see Mother.” Wei Yi stuck her tongue out and replied, “I’m going to practice the piano; I’ll leave this place for you two to talk.” She quickly left like a gust of wind.
Su Su then looked up and asked with a smile, “Why did you return so early today?” Murong Qingyi noticed her wearing an autumn-colored brocade cheongsam embroidered with delicate patterns in silver thread, which accentuated her bright eyes and white teeth. He watched her lower her head slowly. Smiling, he asked, “What did you do today?” She replied, “In the morning, I studied English and French; in the afternoon, I learned Chinese classics and etiquette.” He chuckled softly and said, “Poor child.” Su Su responded, “I am too slow, so Mother worries a lot.” Murong Qingyi took her hand and said, “Those things are practical, so Mother arranged for someone to teach you. Over time, you’ll naturally learn.” He added, “Today is the Lantern Festival; let’s go see the lanterns.”
On the night of the Lantern Festival, the moon rose above the willow branches, and people gathered as dusk fell. Her heart sweetened slightly, but she gently shook her head, “No, I have dance practice in the evening.” He replied, “It’s just foxtrot and waltz; I’ll teach you later.” As he spoke, he caught a faint, lingering scent from her neck and couldn’t help but ask softly, “What perfume are you using?” She answered, “None.” After a moment of thought, she added, “There’s a sachet filled with clove flowers in the wardrobe; perhaps my clothes picked up some of the scent.” He said, “There used to be one in the wardrobe all along; why do I only notice it today?” So close, his warm breath stirred the strands of hair at her temples, and her face flushed deeply like the setting sun over the riverbank, spreading to her ears. She softly said, “How would I know?”
After dinner, taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, he indeed walked upstairs. Though somewhat apprehensive, Su Su could only let him be after he dismissed the dance instructor with a few words. Quietly, they slipped out of the house, and he drove the car himself. Su Su worriedly asked, “Are we really going out like this without anyone accompanying us?” He smiled and said, “Why bring them? Nothing will happen; we’ll just take a quick look at the festivities and come back.”
The streets were indeed lively, filled with people viewing the lanterns. Huating Street was adorned with countless colorful lanterns; not only the shops on both sides but even the trees were covered in lights. Beneath the lights, crowds surged, creating a bustling scene akin to flowing carriages and galloping horses. Truly, it was as if thousands of flower trees bloomed overnight, scattering stars like rain. Fireworks burst in the sky, clusters of fiery blossoms lighting up the night. The flower market was even more crowded. Holding her hand, Murong Qingyi navigated through the throng, laughing and reminding her, “Don’t let go; if we get separated, I won’t look for you.” Su Su smiled and said, “If we get separated, can’t I find my way back on my own?” Murong Qingyi tightly held her hand, saying, “No, you must follow me.”
Walking through the flower market, they warmed up despite the crowd. He was delighted, “I never knew that celebrating the new year could be so lively.” Su Su said, “This is the last bit of festivity; tomorrow, the year will be over.” He then said, “Look at you, always saying such disheartening things.”
Turning his head, he saw someone selling wontons and asked her, “Are you hungry? I am.” Knowing that he noticed she might not be accustomed to Western food and thus suggested this, she felt full inside like a sail filled with wind and shook her head, “I’m not hungry.” Yet, he had already sat down and ordered, “A bowl of wontons.” Smiling at her, he said, “Eat slowly; I’ll wait here. Once the wedding is over, we might not be able to sneak out to eat like this anymore.”
She softly said, “If Mother finds out we’re eating on the street, she’ll be upset.” Murong Qingyi smiled, “Silly, how would she know? Eat slowly.”
The wontons were a bit salty, but she finished them bite by bite. He sat there waiting for her, surrounded by dazzling lights. Explosions of silver fireworks bloomed in the night sky, casting alternating shadows on his face. But her heart was bright and clear, shining like crystal. He only noticed her lifting her head to smile, a smile so dazzling it dimmed the fireworks behind her.
The magnolia flowers at the official residence in Shuangqiao were the first to herald spring. Magnolia trees around the estate were covered with countless white blossoms, resembling bowls of lamb fat jade brimming with infinite spring light. After the magnolias bloomed, seemingly in just a few days, the hanging silk begonias by the eaves burst into full bloom, painting the deep spring with vibrant colors. Su Su sat on a wicker chair, lost in thought. Wei Yi came up from behind and patted her shoulder, calling out, “Third Sister-in-law!” Startled, Su Su turned away and mumbled, “I was thinking about how to say ‘spring’ in French.” Wei Yi exclaimed, “Oh,” and mischievously recited, “Suddenly seeing the willows by the roadside—”
Jin Rui put down her magazine and laughed, “This little imp, she’s even learned to quote books. Such a literary manner—it’s impressive she can say it; I wouldn’t understand.” Having grown up abroad, her grasp of Chinese wasn’t as strong as her command of Western languages. Su Su, who had been cramming Chinese classics for months, naturally understood the simple poem and blushed deeply, saying, “Sister, don’t listen to Fourth Sister’s nonsense.”
Jin Rui smiled warmly and said, “I don’t know what they were thinking, arranging for Lao San to go on a business trip during the honeymoon.” Su Su became even more embarrassed and said, “Is Sister teasing me too?” Jin Rui knew she was shy by nature and merely smiled, letting it go. Wei Yi pulled a chair and sat down, saying, “Such lovely weather, let’s go out and play.” Jin Rui asked Su Su, “Want to go? Let’s see the cherry blossoms at Qiyu Mountain.” Su Su shook her head, “I can’t; I have a French class in the afternoon.” Wei Yi said, “You can’t rush hot tofu; you’re being too serious.” Su Su replied, “Last time, accompanying Mother to meet the ambassador’s wife, I almost embarrassed myself. I still feel ashamed thinking about it.” Wei Yi clung to Su Su’s arm like twisted candy, “Third Sister-in-law, let’s go together. More people make it fun. If you want to learn French, Sister and I will teach you. From now on, whenever we three are together, we’ll only speak French, and you’ll learn quickly.” Jin Rui also smiled, “Going out for a walk is good; staying at home all the time is boring.”
Wei Yi, being the youngest, was doted upon by everyone in the family, even daring to be playful in front of Murong Feng. Knowing she couldn’t resist Wei Yi, and with Jin Rui being the eldest sister who had spoken, Su Su decided to join them.
During the cherry blossom season at Qiyu Mountain, a checkpoint was set up at the park entrance below the mountain, with notices prohibiting cars from entering. They arrived in Li Boze’s car, which was recognized by the park, so they were immediately allowed through. The car sped straight up the mountain. Su Su hadn’t noticed until after getting out of the car and asked, “Isn’t it forbidden for cars to enter during the cherry blossom season every year?” Wei Yi was taken aback and asked, “Is there such a rule? I’ve been here a couple of times before and never heard of it.” Jin Rui smiled and said, “Other people’s cars aren’t allowed in. Don’t mention this in front of Father, or the elders might punish us by making us copy the family precepts again.”
The three followed the stone-paved mountain path, with attendants trailing far behind, already drawing attention. Su Su wasn’t used to wearing high heels on mountain trails, but fortunately, Jin Rui and Wei Yi walked slowly too. After a while, spotting a pavilion ahead, Wei Yi exclaimed, “Let’s rest.” The attendants quickly brought cushions and spread them out. Jin Rui laughed, “We’re really weaklings, clamoring to climb the mountain but needing a break after walking just a short distance.”
Wei Yi sat down and said, “I don’t know why, but I’ve become lazy since coming home. Two winters ago, I went skiing with classmates in Switzerland every day, and even though my legs were stiff, I didn’t feel tired.” Su Su, sweating profusely, felt refreshed by the fragrant breeze blowing against her. Looking around, she saw cherry blossoms falling like rain, covering the ground with a thin layer of pink snow, creating a breathtaking sight that made her sigh softly. Suddenly, someone called her name, “Su Su.”
Turning her head, she was both surprised and delighted, “Mu Lan.”
Mu Lan was equally surprised, saying, “So it really is you.” Xu Changning stepped forward behind her, smiling as he greeted, “Miss, Third Mistress, Fourth Miss, today you ladies have such refined tastes to come out for a walk.”
Jin Rui smiled at him and said, “Changning, what about that thing you promised me at Ruyi Restaurant last time?” Changning smiled, “Miss instructed me; how could I dare delay? It was taken care of early this morning.” He didn’t introduce Mu Lan, and neither Jin Rui nor Wei Yi asked. Instead, Su Su said, “Sister, Fourth Sister, this is my friend Fang Mu Lan.”
Jin Rui and Wei Yi nodded and smiled at Mu Lan. Mu Lan said to Su Su, “I saw your wedding photo in the newspaper; it was beautiful.”
Su Su didn’t know how to respond and smiled, asking, “What about you? When will you and Mr. Xu treat us to your wedding feast?” As soon as she spoke, she saw Mu Lan glance at Xu Changning, who coughed and asked, “Did Third Master leave yesterday?”
Regretful for her hasty question, Su Su quickly replied, “He left yesterday, and by now, he must have arrived.” Just then, Wei Yi beside her complained of hunger, and the attendants opened the picnic basket. Su Su was surprised by how thorough they were. Inside were exquisite Western pastries, and the coffee from the thermos was still steaming hot. After the five of them finished their coffee, they continued down the mountain.
Mu Lan glanced back at the attendants following at a distance and suddenly said, “Mr. Zhang invited everyone to dinner again last time.” Su Su murmured in acknowledgment, asking, “Is the troupe rehearsing a new play? How is everyone?” Mu Lan smiled, “Everyone at the table mentioned you, and they all envied you so much.” She then asked, “The Murong family held a Western-style wedding for such a grand occasion—did they not host a banquet for friends and relatives?”
Su Su replied, “It was Father’s wish, and Mother agreed. A Western-style wedding is simple. When Father and Mother married years ago, they also had a Western-style ceremony. The elders didn’t want extravagance, but somehow the newspapers still published it.” Mu Lan smiled, “Such a significant event naturally warranted a big article in the papers.” The two continued chatting as they walked along the mountain path. Jin Rui and Wei Yi were already waiting by the car. Feeling embarrassed, Su Su hurried over, saying, “I was so engrossed in our conversation that I ended up walking so slowly.”
Jin Rui said, “We just arrived too.” The attendant had already opened the car door, and Jin Rui got in first, nodding to Changning from afar, “Come over for tea sometime.” Once Jin Rui was seated, Wei Yi followed, and Su Su quickly said goodbye to Mu Lan. The three of them got into the car, while the attendants took the second car. Both vehicles sped down the mountain like the wind.
Back at home, Wei Yi complained of sore feet and immediately collapsed onto the sofa in the small living room. Jin Rui teased her, “You’re so young, yet you’re so useless.” A maid approached Su Su and said, “Third Mistress, Third Master has called several times since you left.” Surprised, Su Su asked, “Did he say anything?” The maid replied, “He didn’t mention anything specific; he only said to call him as soon as you return.” Su Su asked, “What’s his phone number?” The maid hesitated, then shook her head, “Third Master didn’t say.”
Jin Rui chuckled and said, “Why go through all that trouble?” She picked up the phone and instructed the switchboard, “Connect me to Pumen and ask for Third Master.” Then she handed the receiver to Su Su, saying, “See? You don’t even need to know the number.” Sure enough, the operator immediately connected them to Pumen. Upon hearing it was a call from Shuangqiao Residence, the operator at the other end quickly transferred the line to Murong Qingyi.
Hearing him ask, “Su Su?” she quickly responded, “It’s me. You called several times—was there something urgent?” He replied, “Nothing important, just wanted to let you know I’ve arrived.” Su Su asked, “How was the journey?” He said, “Fine. They told me you went out with Elder Sister and Fourth Sister—where did you go?” She answered, “To see the cherry blossoms.” He then said, “You should go out more often; staying cooped up at home isn’t good for your health. You mentioned a headache yesterday—did you see a doctor?” Su Su softly replied, “It was just a chill; I’m better now.”
From the other end of the sofa, Jin Rui burst into laughter. “I can’t stand these two—they’re just making small talk. You two chat away; Wei Yi and I will leave.” Wei Yi winked at Su Su and said in mock seriousness, “Third Sister-in-law, whatever you do, don’t share any secrets—the operators on both ends can hear everything.”
Hearing their teasing, Su Su felt embarrassed and said to Murong Qingyi, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now.” Knowing what she meant, he replied, “I’ll call you back tonight.”
After hanging up, Su Su turned to find that Jin Rui and Wei Yi had already left. She asked the maid, “Has Madam returned?” The maid replied, “Yes, she’s in the greenhouse.” Su Su quickly said, “I’ll go see Mother.” Entering the greenhouse, she found Madam Murong entertaining female guests, their laughter echoing loudly. Approaching, Su Su called out, “Mother.” Madam Murong smiled and nodded, asking, “I heard you went to see the cherry blossoms? That’s good—young people should be lively.” Su Su responded, “Yes.”
Madam Guo interjected, “Madam dotes on her as if she were her own daughter.” Holding Su Su’s hand, Madam Murong smiled and said, “This child is so endearing, obedient, and far better than my Lao San.” Madam Kang laughed, “That’s because you love her.” Madam Murong replied, “I’m not just saying this for show—my Lao San doesn’t give me half the peace of mind that Su Su does.” Just then, Jin Rui entered, smiling, and said, “Mother, this is classic favoritism—your daughter-in-law is always the best.” Madam Murong responded, “Perhaps I am biased, but Madam Kang’s daughters-in-law are also outstanding.”
Madam Kang laughed, “Comparing them to Third Mistress is like comparing crows to phoenixes—they’re worlds apart.” Knowing that Madam Kang still harbored resentment over Minxian, Jin Rui said to Su Su, “Your French tutor is here, waiting for you.” Su Su, understanding her intent, said to Madam Murong, “Mother, I’ll excuse myself.” Seeing Madam Murong nod, she addressed the guests, “Ladies, please enjoy yourselves.” The ladies all inclined their heads slightly, saying, “Third Mistress, please feel free.”
After serving afternoon tea, the guests gradually departed. Jin Rui and Madam Murong sat in the greenhouse chatting. Jin Rui remarked, “That Madam Kang is truly insufferable, her words full of barbs.” Madam Murong sighed, “It’s understandable—Lao San once hurt her pride.” She added, “You accuse me of favoritism, but I see you’re no different. People say elder sisters and younger sisters-in-law are the hardest to deal with, but they haven’t seen you and Wei Yi. I know you two usually avoid meddling, yet you fiercely protect Su Su.”
Jin Rui explained, “Su Su is sensible and obedient. Despite her background, she shows no trace of arrogance. Lao San made the right choice—I mostly worry about him. He’s so infatuated with her that it’s concerning.”
Madam Murong observed, “I see Lao San pouring his heart into her.” She sighed softly, “But like you, I worry. If he becomes too obsessed, it may not end well. As they say, deep affection leads to a short life, and excessive strength invites humiliation.” Jin Rui laughed, “Forgive me for provoking such thoughts. Isn’t it good that Lao San has changed his ways and become devoted?” After a pause, she added, “Lao San has always been impulsive, but with Su Su’s calm nature, things shouldn’t spiral out of control.”
Madam Murong said, “I find Su Su too quiet—she never speaks of her grievances. While that’s a strength, it could also be a weakness. With Lao San’s explosive temper, he won’t listen to anyone, let alone her, who rarely speaks. If anything happens in the future, they might reach an irreconcilable impasse.”
Jin Rui chuckled, “Parents always worry unnecessarily—even when there’s peace and quiet, you’re still fretting like someone worrying about the sky falling.”
Madam Murong couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “Perhaps excessive anxiety is exactly what I need.”
Murong Qingyi had only been away for four days, but on his way home, he was eager to return. As soon as he stepped out of the car, he asked, “Is Madam at home?” The attendant who opened the car door grinned and said, “Madam has gone to Fenggang, and Third Mistress is in the small study.” Murong Qingyi, amused by the attendant’s perceptiveness, smiled and teased, “Enough chatter—did I ask about her?” Seeing the smile in his eyes, the attendant knew he was in a good mood and added, “Third Master, you didn’t ask, but Third Mistress inquired several times about when you’d return.”
Though Murong Qingyi knew Su Su wouldn’t have asked, joy still bubbled up inside him. He hurried upstairs and saw her studying vocabulary, her gaze fixed on the window. Quietly approaching, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind. Startled, she turned and softly exclaimed, “Oh! I didn’t see your car arrive.”
He said, “I got out early, fearing Father might be home.” Then he studied her carefully. Feeling self-conscious under his gaze, she lowered her head and asked, “Have you forgotten me after just a few days?” He hummed thoughtfully and said, “Just a few days, but it feels like months. What was that line from The Book of Songs ?”
Su Su, immersed in her classical studies, instinctively replied, “A day without seeing you feels like three autumns.” Realizing she’d been tricked, her face flushed, and she scolded, “You tease me as soon as you’re home.” He laughed, “How is this teasing? You said it yourself.” Then he asked, “When I called this morning, they said you’d gone out—were you shopping with Wei Yi?”
Su Su replied, “No, Mu Lan invited me for tea.” Hearing this, Murong Qingyi advised, “Don’t associate with Mu Lan anymore—it might cause awkwardness later.” Surprised, Su Su asked, “What happened?” He explained, “Changning is set to marry Huo Shanyun. If you keep seeing Mu Lan, people might gossip.”
Su Su was stunned for a long while before murmuring, “How could this happen? Last time I saw Mu Lan and Changning, they seemed very close.” Murong Qingyi said, “Changning isn’t foolish—Huo Shanyun matches his social standing, and the Huo family is influential. Both families support the match.” Su Su was surprised and saddened, asking blankly, “What will happen to Mu Lan?” He replied, “Don’t worry about her. I’ve arranged for a bath—let’s go.”
His last remark made her blush furiously, flustered and speechless. She pushed him out the door.
As the weather grew warmer, the afternoon breeze carried the distant sound of pine trees rustling like muffled thunder. Ancient trees surrounded the estate, casting dense shade, while cicadas chirped incessantly. A cool breeze blew through the northern corridor, refreshing and pleasant. It was the languid hour of a long summer day. Su Su, reading a magazine, felt her hand gradually droop, nearly falling asleep, when she heard footsteps. Turning, she saw Wei Yi, clad in sportswear with a racket in hand, smiling and saying, “Third Sister-in-law, I’m meeting friends for tennis—come along!”
Su Su smiled and declined, “I don’t play—go ahead.” Wei Yi insisted, “The house is so quiet; it’s boring. Let’s go together.”
Su Su replied, “I’m meeting a friend for afternoon tea.” Wei Yi then remarked, “Oh, it’s rare to see Third Sister-in-law’s friends.” Su Su explained, “We’re meeting at a café.” Wei Yi stuck out her tongue and said, “Then I’ll go first.”
Since they were meeting at a café, Su Su changed into a Western-style dress before heading out. As soon as she entered, Mu Lan teased her, “After just a few days, your aura has grown even more refined. Look at you, dressed like a young lady returned from abroad.”
Su Su simply smiled and said, “It’s just the household rules.” The waiter approached, smiling, and said, “Third Mistress is a rare guest. We have excellent cherry ice cream today—would you like some?” To Mu Lan, he added, “Miss Fang’s favorite coconut cake has just come out of the oven.”
Mu Lan exclaimed, “Oh!” and joked with Su Su, “Look at this café—it’s almost like an old Chinese restaurant.”
The waiter, feeling awkward, quickly apologized, “Forgive me for being presumptuous.” Su Su, unwilling to embarrass him, said, “Bring us the ice cream and cake—he can go now.” Turning back, she heard Mu Lan ask, “Is Third Master not at home?”
Su Su’s face revealed a faint melancholy as she replied, “He’s always busy.” Mu Lan chuckled softly, saying, “He’s a man of great ambition—being busy is to be expected.”
Just then, the cake and ice cream arrived. Mu Lan remarked, “Their cakes are getting worse—even the presentation is lackluster.” Su Su tasted the ice cream and said, “I ordered this last time—it’s thoughtful of them to remember.” Mu Lan said, “It’s fine if others forget, but if they forgot what Third Mistress likes, they’d probably be out of business soon.”
Su Su forced a smile and said, “They remember your favorites too.” Mu Lan shrugged, “Just old customers and old courtesies.” As they spoke, Su Su glanced up and saw someone enter the café. Her expression subtly shifted. Mu Lan, perceptive as ever, noticed and turned to look—it was Xu Changning, accompanied by a woman Su Su recognized as Miss Wu from the Huo family. Su Su felt a surge of anxiety but could do nothing. The heat of the day made the electric fan’s breeze cling to her clothes. She was both worried and distressed. Meanwhile, Mu Lan remained composed, further unsettling Su Su, who lacked quick thinking and felt increasingly flustered. Xu Changning noticed them and slowed his steps. Miss Huo Shanyun also spotted them and approached Su Su with a bright smile, saying, “Third Mistress, what a coincidence.”
Su Su nodded politely and asked, “Are you here for coffee, Miss Huo?”
Fortunately, Huo Shanyun didn’t recognize Mu Lan and focused her attention on Su Su. “At our recent Yue opera gathering for my engagement to Changning, I noticed you seemed to enjoy it. The famous Yue opera performer Shen Yulan is coming to our house the day after tomorrow. Would Third Mistress honor us with her presence for a casual dinner?”
Su Su, hearing her polite invitation, replied modestly, “I’m no expert in Yue opera—I just enjoy the spectacle.”
Huo Shanyun beamed, “Third Mistress is too humble. Everyone says you’re an expert in the arts.” She added, “It’s hot outside, but our old house is very cool and comfortable. When you return home today, I’ll make sure to send over a formal invitation—it seems I’ve been quite remiss.”
Su Su could only nod in agreement. Huo Shanyun turned to Xu Changning and said, “Remind me later—I’ve already been so impolite.” Then, addressing Su Su again, Xu Changning asked, “Has Third Master been very busy lately? We haven’t seen him in a while.”
Su Su replied, “Yes, he’s had a lot of work recently.” She couldn’t help but steal a glance at Mu Lan, who was calmly eating her cake as if nothing were amiss. Huo Shanyun, ever polite, continued chatting for some time before finally excusing herself with Xu Changning. As the two walked away, Su Su said, “Let’s go. Sitting here feels stifling.”
Mu Lan placed her small silver spoon on the plate with a soft clang . After Su Su settled the bill, the two stepped out. Mu Lan remained silent, not uttering a word even as they got into the car. Concerned about her, Su Su instructed the driver, “Take us to Wuchi Lake Park.”
The car drove straight to Wuchi Lake. Upon arriving at the park, Su Su accompanied Mu Lan as they strolled slowly along the lakeside corridor. The heat of the day quickly made them sweat after just a short while. The lotus flowers in the lake had just begun to bloom, their emerald leaves standing tall and framing a few delicate white blossoms like fairies gliding across the water. A gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of the lake, and a dragonfly with large, bulging eyes silently darted past them. Its wings shimmered silver under the sunlight before it flew back.
Worried that Mu Lan might be upset, Su Su tried to strike up a conversation. After some thought, she asked, “Is the troupe rehearsing a new play?”
Mu Lan let out a long sigh and said, “I don’t know. I haven’t been there for a month.” Surprised, Su Su watched as Mu Lan suddenly stopped walking. Startled, Su Su halted as well, only to see tears silently streaming down Mu Lan’s face. Su Su had never seen her cry before and felt utterly helpless. Mu Lan’s sobs were barely audible, as though she were trying hard to suppress them, which only made Su Su feel even more heartbroken. She gently called out, “Mu Lan.”
Mu Lan’s voice trembled, “What should I do… What can I do…”
Su Su was already at a loss, and hearing this question, she remained silent. Outside the corridor lay a vast expanse of green water, with lotus leaves stretching endlessly. Occasionally, the wind would lift the leaves, revealing the deep green surface beneath. The breeze that reached them was still warm, and the cicadas resumed their loud chorus around them.
When she returned home, her heart was still heavy. Since Madam Murong had gone to the Fenggang residence to escape the summer heat, the house was unusually quiet. As usual, Wei Yi didn’t return for dinner after going out, leaving Su Su to eat alone. The kitchen staff, however, were very considerate, preparing not only the regular dishes but also her favorite bamboo shoot and ham soup. Despite her worries and the oppressive heat, Su Su only managed to eat half a bowl of rice and a few sips of soup. Returning to the study upstairs, she picked up a book to read. The sky had already darkened, but she didn’t bother turning on the light. Setting the book aside, she walked to the window.
The courtyard lamps were lit, attracting countless insects that swirled around the lights in endless circles. The yard was deserted, and the vastness of the house made it feel even quieter. A weight pressed heavily on her chest, as if a stone were resting there. She paced around the room twice before finally sitting down. On the low table, a faint red glow from burning sandalwood incense flickered like a tiny star. The air felt stagnant, like a motionless pond, while the subtle fragrance of the incense drifted past like a fish gliding through one’s sleeves.
She turned on the light and read for a while, but still felt uneasy. Her stomach churned as though in turmoil, so she went downstairs. By chance, she encountered Yun Jie, a maid, and said apologetically, “Yun Jie, could you check if the kitchen has prepared anything for a late-night snack? My stomach feels unsettled.”
Yun Jie, knowing Su Su was always polite to the staff and rarely requested special meals, quickly agreed and returned shortly with a small bowl on a lacquered tray. “It’s rose glutinous rice balls,” she said. “I remembered you liked them, so I asked them to make some.”
Though Su Su suspected she might be suffering from indigestion, seeing the dish made her lose her appetite. However, unwilling to disappoint Yun Jie’s kindness, she forced herself to eat two rice balls. Her stomach only grew worse, so she stopped eating. Just as she returned upstairs, a wave of nausea hit her, and she rushed into the bathroom, where she vomited violently. Only after emptying her stomach did she feel slightly better.
She drifted in and out of sleep until midnight when she heard soft footsteps. The light was dim, and she sat up abruptly, asking, “You’re back? Why didn’t you wake me?”
Murong Qingyi hadn’t intended to disturb her and replied, “Go back to sleep; don’t get up.” He then asked, “Are you unwell? You look pale.”
Su Su answered, “It’s probably just the lamp casting a yellow hue on my face—why are you so late?”
Murong Qingyi explained, “I wanted to get home earlier, so I drove through the night. This way, I can spend the whole day with you tomorrow.” The bedside lamp cast a faint glow, and Su Su felt uneasy under his gaze, lowering her head again. But he wouldn’t let her, lifting her face gently with his hand. His tender kiss was like a spring breeze brushing over blossoming flowers.
A faint sheen of sweat glistened on Su Su’s face. Exhausted and drowsy, she felt an itch at her neck. Being ticklish by nature, she couldn’t help but smile and push his face away lightly. “Stop teasing,” she murmured. He hummed in response, and she pressed her fingers against the stubble on his chin. He asked, “I can’t always be with you. Do you feel lonely at home alone?”
She replied, “Mother, Elder Sister, and Fourth Sister treat me very well. How could I feel lonely?” After a pause, he asked, “They treat you well—but do I not treat you well?” Shy by nature, she turned her face away. Beside the bed stood a rosewood folding screen embroidered with a large begonia flower, its intricate design sprawling across six panels. She said softly, “You treat me very well.” Yet, unable to suppress her emotions, she sighed deeply. He asked, “Then why aren’t you happy?” She whispered, “I’ve just been thinking about that child… If only we could find him…”
Murong Qingyi, who harbored unresolved pain regarding this matter, couldn’t help but shift his expression slightly upon hearing her words. Gently patting her head, he said, “I’ve already sent people to continue searching. Don’t dwell on it too much.” Seeing the change in his demeanor, Su Su replied, “How can I not think about it?” Tears welled up in her eyes. He sighed deeply and pulled her into his arms.
It was rare for him to have a day off, so he slept in until late morning. Skipping breakfast altogether, he headed to the study, where Su Su sat with a book open before her, though her gaze was elsewhere, lost in thought. He remarked, “When did you wake up? I didn’t notice.”
Startled from her reverie, Su Su looked up as if surprised. Sensing something amiss, he asked, “What’s wrong? Did you sleep well?” She smiled faintly, evading his question. Spotting some writing on a sheet of paper beside her, he asked, “Practicing calligraphy? Let me see.” Before she could respond, he picked it up. It contained scattered lines of poetry: “The Han River is vast, impossible to swim across; the Yangtze flows endlessly, beyond any raft.” Another line read, “Only now do I realize the mistakes of the past, my heart heavy with sorrow, tears falling secretly, the spring breeze bringing nothing but regret.”
Though educated in Western ways, Murong Qingyi had a solid grounding in classical Chinese studies and immediately recognized the origin of these verses. Doubts arose in his mind, but he kept his expression neutral.
Su Su had written these lines impulsively, lamenting on behalf of Mu Lan. Seeing him read them, she felt a pang of guilt. He asked, “You said you went out for afternoon tea with a friend yesterday—who was it?” Remembering his earlier advice not to associate too closely with Mu Lan, she hesitated, fearing his displeasure. “An old classmate,” she replied. “You don’t know her.”
This was the first time she had lied to him, and she dared not meet his eyes, feeling her ears burn and her face flush. He grunted noncommittally, just as the phone rang. Excusing himself to answer it, she breathed a sigh of relief.
After finishing the call, he prepared to leave again. Noticing his troubled expression, Su Su knew better than to inquire about his work. She simply saw him off, watching as he got into the car before returning inside.
That evening, he dined at Ruyi Lou. The gathering included sons of prominent families and several film stars, making it lively and boisterous. Upon entering, Huo Zongqi greeted him with a laugh, “Third Master is here! Over here!” His seat was arranged next to the film star Yuan Chengyu, an old acquaintance. Smiling, Yuan said, “Third Master, it’s been so long since we last met.” Murong Qingyi chuckled, “I haven’t had the chance to support your latest film. I deserve punishment.”
Seizing the opportunity, Huo Zongqi teased, “A mere drink won’t suffice—it’s too ordinary. Your tolerance is legendary, so tonight’s penalty must be more… fragrant.” Everyone cheered enthusiastically, and Xu Changning asked, “What kind of fragrance are we talking about? We need to deliberate carefully.”
Huo Zongqi grinned mischievously, “We’ll penalize Third Master with a kiss from Miss Yuan.” Yuan Chengyu laughed uncontrollably, protesting, “Absolutely not! This is unacceptable.” Xu Changning chimed in, “Indeed, it’s supposed to punish Third Master, not reward him.”
Huo Zongqi countered, “On the surface, it may seem rewarding, but there’s a catch—the lipstick mark cannot be wiped off. Imagine how he’ll explain this to the young mistress when he returns home tonight!” Everyone burst into laughter, applauding the clever idea. He Zhongze added fuel to the fire, “Kiss him on the collar, where it won’t easily rub off.”
Despite Yuan Chengyu’s protests, the group was accustomed to such antics. They playfully pinned Murong Qingyi down, and Huo Zongqi pushed Yuan closer. Sure enough, a vivid red lipstick mark appeared on Murong Qingyi’s collar. Satisfied, they released him, laughing uproariously.
Murong Qingyi had an impressive tolerance for alcohol, but that night, he drank heavily. As the banquet ended, his heart raced. Huo Zongqi arranged cars to send guests home and winked teasingly, saying, “Third Master, I’ll leave Miss Yuan in your care.” Yuan glanced flirtatiously, replying, “Master Huo, you really won’t let us off easy today, will you?” Huo Zongqi feigned surprise, chuckling, “You two? How could I possibly let you go?”
Though intoxicated, Murong Qingyi realized he’d been caught in an embarrassing situation. Knowing that resisting would only invite further mockery, he decided to play along graciously, hoping they’d drop the matter. Turning to Yuan Chengyu, he said, “Ignore him. Let’s leave.” True to form, Huo Zongqi interpreted this as genuine affection, smirking as he watched them depart.
Murong Qingyi instructed the driver to drop Yuan Chengyu off first before heading home. Lei Shaogong, ever meticulous, reminded him, “Sir is at home tonight, and it’s already very late.” The alcohol clouding his judgment, Murong Qingyi considered the implications. Returning home drunk at this hour, especially without attending to fleet matters, would surely anger his father. “Let’s go to Duan Mountain and wait until Father departs tomorrow before returning,” he decided.
Preferring not to use an electric fan, Su Su lay down with a handheld fan, lazily waving it back and forth. The air was stifling, like uncapped glue—initially liquid, then gradually thickening, making breathing difficult. Drifting in and out of sleep, she suddenly awoke with a start. A flash of lightning illuminated the window, followed by thunder rumbling in the distance. Somewhere below, a poorly closed window flapped noisily in the wind. The breeze carried a hint of coolness, signaling an impending rainstorm.
Distant thunder rolled, followed by another arc of lightning that bathed the spacious room in light. Heavy curtains fluttered in the wind, billowing like sails. Soon, the sound of rain filled the air—thick and urgent drops pelting the roof and windows. The rain pounded relentlessly, its rhythm echoing in her ears as she drifted back to sleep.
Murong Qingyi returned early the next morning while Su Su was still asleep. Seeing him dressed in haste, she asked, “Leaving again?”
He grunted affirmatively, explaining, “I’m going to Wanshan, so I came back to change.” As he began unbuttoning his shirt, he paused mid-motion, glancing at Su Su before continuing to the bathroom. Su Su quickly rose, gathering his discarded clothes from the chaise lounge to send for washing. When she turned over the white dress shirt, she froze—a bright red lipstick stain marked the collar, unmistakably this season’s trendy “apricot red” from Paris. Standing there like a statue, she clutched the fabric tightly, her palms slick with sweat. Her heart felt hollow, drained of strength. Though the morning was cool, beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Outside, birds chirped melodiously, their calls overlapping in a dizzying symphony that echoed in her ears.
Emerging from the bathroom, his damp hair tousled and darker, he said, “I won’t have breakfast at home. I’ll likely return tomorrow.” His gaze bore into hers, as if trying to pierce through her soul. Overwhelmed with confusion and sadness, she struggled to hold back tears, lowering her head to avoid his scrutiny. Her voice was barely audible. “Alright.”
Noticing her subdued tone, he frowned, his expression turning stern. “What’s wrong with you? You sound just like one of the attendants. Remember your place—you’re not a servant. Don’t act so awkward in front of others.” She could only murmur a soft acknowledgment, her voice trembling slightly. He pressed further, “Look at you—when guests arrive, I doubt you’ll manage to say a word.” Sensing his growing displeasure, she forced a faint smile and replied, “With Mother away, there aren’t many visitors.” He glanced at her briefly, then said, “I’m leaving. No need to see me off.”
Though her heart ached, she had been doing her best to endure. Watching him walk away, she finally couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears spilled down her cheeks, cold and bitter as they touched her lips, tasting like sorrow itself. Just as he reached the doorway, however, he turned back. Startled, she quickly lowered her head, but not before he caught sight of her tears. Smiling faintly, he approached and asked, “What’s troubling you?”
She didn’t respond, hurriedly wiping the tears from her face. Taking her hand gently, he murmured, “Silly girl! Yesterday’s incident—it was all their joke. They forced the lipstick onto my collar. Do you believe me or not?”
She looked up at him, searching his eyes. Though a trace of amusement lingered there, they were clear and serene, like the calm sea on an autumn day—deep, tranquil, and impossible to resist. Her heart softened, and she exhaled softly, feeling reassured. Of course, she should trust him—and indeed, she did.
The night’s heavy rain had refreshed the air, leaving the trees lush and vibrant, their leaves glistening with renewed vitality. Su Su had ordered a new evening gown from a Western-style boutique, and Wei Yi accompanied her to try it on. The shop assistants were meticulous, carefully pinning and marking areas that needed adjustments. Wei Yi teased, “Third Sister-in-law rarely wears Western dresses, but honestly, when you do, you look stunning.”
Su Su smiled modestly, replying, “There’s a ball coming up at home, so I had to get this made. Still, everyday clothes are much more practical.” Wei Yi, ever the lively young girl, delighted in the array of new designs presented by the manager. Knowing Su Su preferred minimal assistance, she excused herself to browse through catalogs while Su Su stepped into the fitting room alone.
The walls of the fitting room were made of thin plywood, covered with pale pink cloud-patterned wallpaper that resembled the faint afterglow of sunset—its color soft and beautiful. Due to the thinness of the partition, Su Su could hear faint rustling sounds from the adjacent fitting room, likely someone else changing clothes. A light, teasing voice said, “This dress didn’t come cheap. Tell me the truth—who paid for it?” Another woman replied with a laugh, “What do you mean ‘who’? I bought it myself, of course.”
Su Su had no intention of eavesdropping, but the evening gown was difficult to remove. As she struggled to change into her cheongsam and fasten the tiny buttons under her arm, she heard the first woman chide playfully, “You can fool others, but you can’t fool me. Come on, tell me the truth. I heard that last night, you left with Third Master—and spent the whole night out. So, this dress... I’m guessing he paid for it, didn’t he?”
Su Su’s fingers slipped, and the small button slid from her grasp. Her hands were sweaty, making it hard to secure the intricate knot of the cheongsam. From the other side of the wall came the sound of laughter, sweet and light. “You sly thing! Who has such a long tongue that they’ve already told you about last night?” The voice grew softer, almost like a whisper, impossible to discern clearly. Su Su felt as though she’d been struck by a whip, her heart throbbing painfully. She finally managed to fasten the button, her movements clumsy and trembling.
When she stepped out of the fitting room, Wei Yi noticed her immediately. “What’s wrong, Sister-in-law? Your face is so pale.”
Su Su forced a smile. “It must be the heat.” As she glanced casually toward the neighboring fitting room, two women emerged. The taller one had an elegant figure and a strikingly familiar face, still smiling faintly. Wei Yi remarked, “That’s Yuan Chengyu, the film star. Her latest movies are doing very well at the box office.” Su Su’s gaze lingered on Yuan Chengyu’s lips—painted in that same captivating apricot red. Her heart sank, bitter and cold, as though she’d swallowed gall. Yuan Chengyu seemed oblivious to Su Su’s presence, chatting animatedly with her companion while requesting another dress from the shop assistant.
Su Su turned to Wei Yi and said softly, “Let’s go.” Wei Yi noticed her sister-in-law’s pale complexion and suggested, “It’s so hot today. Let’s go sit by the lake in the park—it’ll be cooler there.” Su Su nodded absently.
At the park, the lakeside restaurant overlooked Wuchi Lake, where the breeze carried a refreshing coolness. Wei Yi ordered ice cream, but Su Su only asked for a cup of milk tea. Wei Yi commented, “Our house is nice, but it doesn’t have this kind of lake breeze. That’s why Mother loves going to Fenggang every summer.” Su Su tried to focus, replying weakly, “Actually, our home is surrounded by trees, which makes it quite peaceful.”
After finishing their snacks, they strolled along the shaded corridor, one side lined with dense foliage and the other offering views of the lotus-covered lake. Gradually, Su Su’s mind began to calm. As they rounded a corner, they unexpectedly encountered a couple walking hand in hand. Su Su recognized Zhuang Chengzhi almost immediately. He, too, seemed startled to see her and instinctively let go of his companion’s hand. Hesitating, he greeted her awkwardly: “Su... Third Mistress, hello.”
Su Su smiled politely. “It’s been a long time, Mr. Zhuang.” Turning to Wei Yi, she introduced him: “This is Zhuang Chengzhi, a former colleague from the dance troupe.” Wei Yi, raised in Western-style education, was always courteous and respectful, especially when it came to her sister-in-law’s friends. After exchanging a few polite words, Su Su and Wei Yi continued their walk, eventually leaving the park and returning home.
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Murong Qingyi returned from Wanshan late in the evening. Dinner had already been served at home, so he instructed the servants, “Have the kitchen send the meal to my room,” before heading upstairs. Su Su was lost in thought by the window, unaware of his approach. Quietly stepping behind her, he reached out to embrace her but froze when he noticed traces of tears still lingering on her cheeks. Startled, she turned around, looking as if caught off guard.
He asked gently, “What’s wrong?”
Her heart ached unbearably, yet she forced herself to remain composed. “Nothing. It’s just the heat—it’s making me feel unwell.” Her gaze faltered, avoiding his eyes as though trying to hide something. Concerned, he pressed further, “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
She forced a faint smile. “Really, it’s nothing.”
After finishing his meal downstairs, Murong Qingyi ran into Wei Yi, who was cradling a cat in her arms as she exited the small living room. He asked casually, “Wei Yi, has your sister-in-law stayed home all day?”
Wei Yi replied, “In the afternoon, we went out to try on dresses and then visited the park.”
“Did you two go alone? No other friends?” he inquired.
“Just the two of us,” Wei Yi answered. Then, offhandedly, she added, “We ran into one of Sister-in-law’s old colleagues at the park—an ex-dance troupe member named Zhuang. We exchanged a few words and then came straight back.”
Murong Qingyi’s expression darkened slightly at the mention of Zhuang Chengzhi. The name stirred something deep within him—a raw, unhealed wound. So that’s how it is, he thought bitterly. She hasn’t forgotten. Meeting him still upsets her so much. Even now, she hasn’t moved on.
As Wei Yi walked away, her cat meowed softly, its sound brushing against his already frayed nerves. Pacing back and forth in the corridor, anger surged within him. Why did she still care about someone else? Why did she cry over someone else? And why did he care so deeply? His jealousy burned fiercely—he hated himself for feeling this way. Yet, knowing that she reserved her heart for another man filled him with rage.
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The house grew eerily quiet as night fell. Su Su listened to the antique clock ticking steadily, its rhythm reminiscent of the ancient poems describing the cold drip of water in winter—each tick echoing through her soul, chilling her to the core. Wearing soft satin slippers, she moved silently through the house. Approaching the study, she heard Murong Qingyi speaking softly on the phone: “I’ll be right there.”
Her heart sank. Silently retreating, she returned to her room. Moments later, he entered to change clothes. Though she wanted to pretend everything was fine, she couldn’t help but ask hesitantly, “You’re going out again—at this hour?”
“It’s work,” he replied curtly. “Go to sleep. I won’t be back tonight.”
She lowered her head, overwhelmed by a sense of resignation. Whether he returned or not, his heart was already elsewhere. Happiness had never truly belonged to her; she had merely been deluding herself. Fate had cruelly teased her with fleeting joy, only to snatch it away mercilessly. He had given her the greatest happiness and then shattered it without a second thought. Betrayal of the body was merely the beginning—the real betrayal lay in the heart.
On her bedside table lay the fan she had used earlier, its tassels draped lazily over the embroidered pillowcase depicting twin lotus flowers—a symbol of eternal love. How ironic, she thought. One hundred years of harmony seemed like an unreachable dream, a luxury far beyond her grasp. Love fades easily, even before autumn arrives. The pristine white fan had already begun to yellow with neglect.
Through the window, she watched the headlights of his car disappear into the night. Resting her forehead against the cool iron grille of the window frame, she felt the sharp sting of reality pressing against her skin.
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Meanwhile, Huo Zongqi arrived at Duan Mountain shortly after receiving Murong Qingyi’s call. Lei Shaogong was resting, so Shao Xian was on duty. Seeing him standing on the veranda, Huo Zongqi asked, “Are they all here?”
Shao Xian nodded. Entering the room, Huo Zongqi found Murong Qingyi seated at a table, idly tossing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle onto the surface. Across from him sat Li Zheyang and Qin Liangxi, engrossed in conversation. Upon seeing Huo Zongqi, Murong Qingyi stood up and suggested, “Let’s move to the card room.”
They were seasoned poker players, familiar with each other’s strategies. After several rounds, however, it became clear that Murong Qingyi was losing badly. Li Zheyang, riding high on good luck, teased, “Third Master, it seems you won’t recover tonight.”
“It’s only three o’clock,” Murong Qingyi shot back. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”
Huo Zongqi smirked. “Success in romance, failure in gambling—Third Master, don’t deny us our fun too.”
“What nonsense,” Murong Qingyi retorted. “What success are you talking about?”
Qin Liangxi chimed in, grinning, “Miss Yuan is quite beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Enough!” Murong Qingyi snapped. “Stop twisting things.”
Huo Zongqi leaned forward, his tone mocking. “But it’s strange, isn’t it? Last night, you two left together, and everyone assumed you were having a wonderful time. Yet here you are tonight, playing cards with us instead. Could it be that Miss Yuan disappointed you last night? Is that why you seem so unhappy—not because of the money, but something else entirely?”
Murong Qingyi scowled, unable to suppress a laugh despite himself. “Ridiculous!” With that, Li Zheyang and Qin Liangxi burst into uncontrollable laughter.
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Later that evening, Wei Yi mused aloud, “What’s keeping Third Brother so busy lately? Before, he would rush home whenever he had a moment, but recently, we hardly see him.”
Su Su forced a wan smile. “He must be busy.”
“Sister-in-law, you look terrible,” Wei Yi observed. “Why don’t we call a doctor?”
Blushing faintly, Su Su replied, “There’s no need. It’s just the heat—I haven’t been eating much.”
Jin Rui approached, saying, “Little Sister probably doesn’t know yet—you’re going to be an aunt soon!”
Wei Yi gasped in surprise, laughing. “Such big news, and you kept it from me! Where’s Third Brother? He must be thrilled. Sister-in-law, what did he say?”
Su Su whispered, “He was happy, of course.” At least, he had initially seemed delighted when she told him during dinner. But as she lowered her head, his smile faded quickly. Sensing her unease, he asked, “Why aren’t you smiling? Aren’t you happy?”
Forcing a strained smile, she replied, “Of course I’m happy.” Yet, even she could hear the dryness in her voice, betraying her true feelings. His expression darkened.
“I understand,” he said quietly.
She didn’t know what he understood—or what hidden meaning lay behind his words. His sudden coldness frightened her. Instinctively, she withdrew, unsure of what she had done wrong. She had worked so hard to be the perfect wife, yet everything seemed to crumble within mere months. He was growing distant, and his indifference terrified her. She endured silently, refraining from asking about his whereabouts. He came home less frequently, and when he did, his demeanor was devoid of warmth. She had nothing left but him—and now, even he seemed to reject her.
Murong Qingyi hadn’t planned to return home that night, but Wei Yi’s phone call disturbed him. “Third Brother, no matter how busy you are, you must come home. Sister-in-law hasn’t been feeling well and hasn’t eaten all day.”
Though he tried to feign indifference, restlessness gnawed at him. Avoidance might provide temporary relief, but the thought of her haunted him relentlessly. Arriving past midnight, he found Su Su asleep, unusually deep in slumber. The dim bedside lamp cast shadows across her face, revealing a furrowed brow even in her dreams. He stood there for a moment, gazing at her from afar. Her unhappiness was palpable, and he knew it was because of him. Deep down, he had always known she hadn’t wanted to marry him—she had simply submitted to circumstances beyond her control. In fleeting moments, he’d catch her lost in thought, her expression distant and melancholy. She didn’t care for him, not even a little. He had tested her by deliberately neglecting her, but she never voiced a single word of complaint or longing. Her indifference confirmed what he feared most: she didn’t love him.
His heart ached with a numbness he had never experienced before. She didn’t want his affection; she didn’t care about him as a person. Even the news of their child brought only a faint shadow of concern to her face. Her lack of joy consumed him, gnawing at his soul like venomous snakes every night. She didn’t love him—how could she not love him when he loved her so deeply? He had lost everything, utterly and completely. All that remained was his pride, fragile and battered, which he clung to desperately.
He convinced himself that he could ignore her, move on without a second thought. But whenever he returned home and saw her face, the illusion shattered. Her presence reminded him of his failure, of how far he was from winning her heart. Yet, despite everything, he couldn’t stay away. Something within him—a force he couldn’t name—drew him back to her again and again.
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