Somehow, after hearing Yi Siming’s words, Fu Shen felt a sense of pity, like a flower just in full bloom being ruthlessly crushed.
Oh right, the flower.
He brought the flower to his eyes and looked closely. But after the first glance, his expression instantly froze.
Damn, it was a paired lotus!
Since his arrival, the atmosphere in the Yan household has been somewhat less than composed. The delicate laughter of the maids drifted out from the half-closed window, causing Yan Xiaohan to pause his footsteps and listen carefully, suddenly feeling a mix of both calm and unease in his heart.
He unreasonably thought: I was the one who served you medicine and water, accompanied you to appreciate paintings and drink tea, so why are you chatting and laughing with them, yet you’re stingy even with a smile for me?
He wanted to take a step forward, but his feet seemed nailed to the ground. The heated emotion suddenly cooled, and Yan Xiaohan chewed over those thoughts in his mind again, laughing bitterly and asking himself: “Yes, what right do I have?”
Unable to take that step, Yan Xiaohan felt like a snail whose shell had been shattered. After last night’s reckless breakdown, he could no longer maintain a calm and composed armor to face Fu Shen.
As he thought this, his feet turned, and he was about to leave the courtyard. Unexpectedly, a maid heard his footsteps and glanced out: “The master has returned.”
Everyone hurried to open the door and welcome him in.
Fu Shen turned from the bookshelf, holding a goji berry and red date tea, with a lingering smile in his eyes, and greeted: “You’re back.”
Yan Xiaohan was stunned, not receiving the cold face he had expected. Fu Shen, noticing his poor complexion, asked: “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
He said to the maids: “You can all go. Have the kitchen prepare dinner. I want to have a few words with the master.”
Yan Xiaohan had never imagined what kind of wife Fu Shen might marry, but this scene before him felt so natural as if it were printed according to his heart’s desire, unexpectedly filling the missing piece of his dream.
