Mo Xin gave a faint smile, shook her head and walked away.
Zhong Fengyue withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips, and then left as well.
When the noise outside died down, Su Xiaoliu looked up at the wooden door. After making sure that Zhong Fengyue had left, she narrowed her almond eyes, leaned against the wall and slowly sat down. She hugged her knees with both hands, and her long hair fell to the ground.
Why was Zhong Fengyue Situ Qianyue? And why was Situ Qianyue Zhong Fengyue?
Could it be that the so - called "poorest person" was all fake, and so was her husband? Were all the things that had happened between them before all fake?
Since the night she followed Chang He away, he had already left the old temple? In fact, it wasn't just that she had been deceiving him, but he had also been lying to her all along?
Thinking of Chang He, Su Xiaoliu couldn't help but flash back to the scene where the quicksand buried him. Endless despair welled up in her eyes...
The sourness in her heart gradually devoured the joy. She lowered her head and buried it in her arms. Her heart seemed to be pricked by something, tightening bit by bit.
The candlelight was dim. The writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone were quietly placed on the stone table.
A charming figure in red put down the writing brush in her hand, and her slender and fair fingers gently spread out the painting.
Her amorous phoenix eyes looked at the painting, and the corners of her mouth gradually curled up into a smile...
In the painting was a beautiful young woman. The woman was dressed in a phoenix - crowned and霞 - draped wedding dress. There were two pink blushes on her face, her eyebrows were delicately drawn, and her smart almond eyes were slightly open. There were long lines drawn on the corners of her eyes. The fiery - red clothes outlined her exquisite figure. The half - open collar revealed a hint of her delicate chest, with golden embroidery and silver trimmings. Two strands of black hair lightly rested on her slender jade neck. Among the coiled hair, the jade hairpins with intertwined dragon and phoenix designs on them seemed to be flying. Behind her, the colorful fireworks extended into the distance, and the hazy figures of the guests served as her embellishments. On her heart - shaped face, her small and pretty lips were slightly raised, showing a unique kind of beauty.
The phoenix eyes stared quietly at the woman in the painting, and the phoenix - shaped pattern on her forehead glowed a faint golden light.
"Madam, do you miss your husband?" She looked at the woman in the painting and said softly.
The woman in the painting still had her smart almond eyes open, smiling sweetly and looking charming.
The charming phoenix eyes blinked gently, and the beautiful red lips parted and closed as she said, "We'll be reunited soon. Don't be impatient..."
Chu Weixin, who had just entered the main hall, glanced around the room. He put down the long sword in his hand and looked at Mo Xin, who was pouring tea beside him.
"Where are Young Master Zhong and Xiaoliu?" He walked to the table and sat down beside it.
Mo Xin looked up at Chu Weixin, gave a faint smile and said, "Young Master Zhong has probably gone to practice his sword. Xiaoliu hasn't come out of the room."
Chu Weixin was slightly stunned. He picked up the porcelain cup on the table and said softly, "It's already noon. Why hasn't she gotten up yet?"
Mo Xin put down the teacup and looked at Chu Weixin. "She's already up. She's in a bad mood and doesn't want to come out."
"Doesn't want to come out?" He looked at Mo Xin, and his cold eyes showed a hint of confusion.
Mo Xin gave a soft smile and nodded.
Chu Weixin put down the porcelain cup and went up to the second floor.
Su Xiaoliu had been throwing tantrums frequently since she came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Witherings. It might be related to the previous blow, but if she continued like this, she might fall seriously ill one day. Chu Weixin pursed his lips. He didn't want to see Su Xiaoliu turn into a silent and withdrawn person.
He walked to Su Xiaoliu's door and gently knocked on it.
After a long while, Su Xiaoliu's somewhat annoyed voice came from inside.
"Who is it?"
Chu Weixin looked at the wooden door and replied, "It's me."
Su Xiaoliu inside the room thought for a while, then struggled to get up from the ground. She walked to the door and opened it.
Looking up, she met Chu Weixin's cold eyes.
After Chu Weixin came in, he closed the door. Then he turned around, looked at her, gave a faint smile and said, "Do you want to go out of the valley with me this afternoon and have some fun?"
Su Xiaoliu looked up at him listlessly, walked to the bed and sat down. "No, I don't want to."
Chu Weixin was slightly surprised. Usually, if he proposed to take her somewhere to play, she would surely agree happily. It seemed that she was really throwing a tantrum.
He walked to the bed, reached out his hand and waved it in front of Su Xiaoliu's eyes. "Are you really not going?"
Su Xiaoliu was already a bit upset. Being asked like this made her even more unhappy. She looked up at Chu Weixin and said irritably, "Aren't you annoying? I said I'm not going."
The corner of Chu Weixin's mouth twitched slightly. He suppressed his anger, and his cold eyes stared at Su Xiaoliu. After a while, he said, "Are you having your period?"
Su Xiaoliu's body froze. She looked up at Chu Weixin angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "You're the one having your period!" As expected, doctors were so bold when they spoke. While he wasn't shy, she felt embarrassed.
Chu Weixin gave her a sidelong glance and leaned against the bed. "Don't you want to go and watch Young Master Zhong practice his sword?" He remembered that Su Xiaoliu seemed to have a good impression of Zhong Fengyue all along. He gently pursed his lips.
He really knew how to touch a sore spot!
Su Xiaoliu looked at Chu Weixin, frowned and said, "Get out."
Chu Weixin was a bit confused. He looked at Su Xiaoliu, not knowing what exactly he had said wrong.
Su Xiaoliu stood up, pulled him towards the door. When they reached the door, she opened it, pushed him out and then closed the door. "Don't come in!"
Chu Weixin stared blankly at the closed wooden door, his cold eyes full of confusion.
What exactly had he said wrong?
During dinner, Su Xiaoliu didn't come downstairs either. Moreover, Zhong Fengyue was driven downstairs soon after delivering the meal upstairs, and the meal was brought back untouched.
At night, when Chu Weixin went downstairs to relieve himself, he accidentally caught sight of a furtive figure. He hid in the dark and secretly watched. Unexpectedly, it was Su Xiaoliu, who had come downstairs to steal food while no one was around.
The next day, Su Xiaoliu still didn't come downstairs. During the meal, he casually mentioned what he had seen Su Xiaoliu doing last night at the dinner table. Who would have thought that just by saying this, Zhong Fengyue quietly remembered it.
It was late at night, and everything was silent.
Su Xiaoliu quietly opened the door of her room, looked around. After making sure there was no one around, she tiptoed downstairs carefully.
The main hall downstairs was pitch - black. Su Xiaoliu heaved a sigh of relief after coming downstairs. She was hungry after a whole day. She turned around and looked everywhere for something to eat. Who would have thought that when she turned back, a figure was just behind her.
Su Xiaoliu was startled. Her almond eyes widened. When she slowly raised her head, it was Zhong Fengyue holding a bowl of steaming porridge and looking at her. Without the white gauze hat, his beautiful black eyes sparkled in the dark. The corners of his mouth were timidly curled up in a somewhat flattering way. When Su Xiaoliu saw this, she was stunned for a moment, then blushed shyly and immediately turned around and ran upstairs. She didn't come downstairs the next day either, and even at night, there was no sign of her.
The next day, when Chu Weixin passed by the main hall, he saw Zhong Fengyue and Mo Xin with their heads down, discussing something. It seemed they were talking about sending a small animal to someone. He walked away, feeling a bit confused.