With only the fourth-floor attic left – typically damp and cold – Tianye had no choice but to go up, needing to exhaust his hope and disappointment.
He climbed slowly, holding his breath, hoping Meiyu might be waiting for him.
Finally, he stood at the fourth-floor door. Like most doors, it was open for ventilation, suggesting someone was inside.
Tianye stood there, suddenly feeling his heartbeat accelerate. He couldn’t explain what was happening, feeling strange and particularly nervous. After adjusting himself, Tianye walked inside.
Chapter Forty-Eight (Meiyou Reappears)…
Upon looking, one realizes this attic was even more dilapidated than Xiaoxiang’s room. The house was divided into two spaces, separated by simple wooden beams, resembling a Mongolian yurt. The roof gradually arched from the edges to the center, with rough decorations and peeling wall edges visible in the corners. Despite the simple furnishings, the space still appeared clean and charming. Clearly, the owner of such a space must have excellent taste.
Tianye walked in, glancing at the empty living room. As he entered, he could faintly hear voices from a bedroom next to the living room. He took a deep breath and walked towards the sound.
The bedroom door was half-open. Tianye stood at the doorway, frozen, unable to process the emotions rushing through him.
“Young Master!” The voice cut through the heavy air, reaching Tianye’s ears, stirring his heart.
The caller was an elderly woman lying on the bed, her temples filled with white hair and her forehead lined with wrinkles. A girl crouched beside her, holding a bowl of medicine, carefully feeding the woman.
Time seemed to freeze. This moment could touch even the kindest hearts. The girl feeding the woman was Meiyou, and the woman was her mother, expelled by the Tian clan years ago.
The mother’s gaze was fixed on the doorway as she spoke the words “Young Master.” Meiyou’s hand trembled, almost spilling the medicine bowl.
Meiyou placed the bowl on the nearby table and turned towards the door. No matter how far two lovers are separated, they’re always just one turn away. Meiyou finally turned around…
Tianye looked at Meiyou before him, shaking his head to convince himself this wasn’t a dream, that Meiyou was definitely not dead. Meiyou’s eyes were like a bright moon. These features were beautifully concentrated on her ethereal face, accompanied by an irresistible charm.
