Ye Qingluan went to the main pavilion.
Zhao Shuning was still unconscious.
She fetched blankets and laid thick cotton-padded quilts all over the room. She also ordered the maids in the Marquis Mansion to light more stoves and specially pricked some small holes in the windows to prevent her daughter from suffocating.
The doctor clearly said that there was nothing serious.
But she just wouldn't wake up.
Ye Qingluan even planned that as soon as Yan'er woke up, she would take her away from the Marquis Mansion to visit her father.
Outside, the snow was falling heavier and heavier.
On the third day, Zhao Shuning still didn't wake up.
Moreover, there was no sign of her waking up.
Ye Qingluan was extremely anxious, so she stayed in the main pavilion and studied medical books, hoping to find a solution.
She had seen numerous doctors, and even invited the most renowned alchemist in Ruoqiang, but they all just shook their heads.
"Miss Luo is just sleeping."
Sleeping?
But how could someone sleep for three whole days without waking up even once?
Luo Hao also paced back and forth outside the main pavilion all day long, not daring to go in.
Now Ye Qingluan was still angry with him. As long as he went in, he would be met with her cold looks and indifferent tone.
After several such incidents, Luo Hao stopped going in, afraid that his presence would annoy Ye Qingluan.
On the bed, Zhao Shuning was sleeping peacefully.
Zhao Shuning had been hit hard by Lord Rong's spiritual power in the chest.
Although she had the Industry Fire Red Lotus to protect her, these couldn't harm her essence.
But Zhao Shuning's spiritual power always floated uneasily in her body.
Countless times, she wanted to wake up so badly, but her eyes just wouldn't open.
Zhao Shuning seemed to be in a world of snow.
Here, as far as the eye could see, there was no other color but white.
She walked for a very long time inside. Her legs were almost numb, but she still couldn't find an exit.
Zhao Shuning felt a bit desperate.
This was a feeling she had never experienced before.
She hugged her legs and sat down.
The bead around her neck began to emit a pale purple light.
Zhao Shuning looked up.
A shooting star streaked across the sky, and her vision began to expand.
It was still snowing.
The thick snow was piled up to a foot thick.
Zhao Shuning put on her shoes and carefully stepped on the snow. The snow made a creaking sound under her feet.
She walked forward.
There seemed to be someone on the city wall.
Zhao Shuning quickly found a place and climbed up.
This place was so familiar.
Was it the Eastern Swamp Wilderness?
Looking out for miles, there wasn't a single person moving.
Suddenly, a streak of cyan appeared in front of her. Zhao Shuning quickly looked down.
Below the city wall, there stood a man and a beast.
He was dressed in a light cyan satin robe and stood below the city wall. His features were as beautiful as a painting. His lips were like cherries, his skin as white as snow. His delicate facial features, his long and narrow eyes were like gurgling spring water, gentle and refreshing. His nose was straight like a hanging gall, as upright as a dark blue mountain in the distance.
He was looking at the corner of the city wall.
Zhao Shuning remembered that this was the place where she first met her Master.
At that time, she was just squatting in the corner.
A few strands of white hair on Yan Ruyu's forehead fluttered in the wind. His deep blue eyes held a hint of coldness and charm. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, looking like flower petals, extremely beautiful.
He didn't say a word. Just standing there, he was extremely charming and captivating.
Zhao Shuning's heart skipped a beat.
She stood on the city wall and was instantly lost in a daze.
"Master—"
She called out softly.
In this huge city, apart from the two of them, there was no one else.
Hearing someone calling his name, the man slowly looked up.
On top of the high city wall, the woman was dressed in a red robe.
Her eyes were full of tenderness as she gazed at him affectionately.
Yan Ruyu was stunned.
He knew that he was in a dream, but he just couldn't convince himself of it.
Master's hair?
Why was it like this?
Zhao Shuning jumped down from the city wall.
Yan Ruyu was startled and immediately caught her.
She knew that as long as her Master was around, she could do whatever she wanted.
Even in a dream, Master could protect her.
She hugged Yan Ruyu tightly.
Master's body was still as cold as ever.
Yan Ruyu slowly reached out his hand.
"Ning'er—"
These two simple words, spoken from Yan Ruyu's mouth, seemed to have traveled through thousands of years, making Zhao Shuning burst into tears instantly.
"Master."
She hugged Yan Ruyu even tighter.
She buried her head in his chest.
"Ning'er, I can't find you."
"I can't find you."
Yan Ruyu's voice seemed to be choking.
He repeated this simple sentence twice.
Zhao Shuning quickly raised her head. Seeing the sadness on her Master's face, she felt heartache. Zhao Shuning felt that she had made a big mistake, although she didn't know what it was.
Seeing Master like this.
Her heart couldn't help but ache.
She felt that it was all her fault.
"Master, Master, Ning'er is here. Ning'er misses you so much."
Yan Ruyu hugged her.
Even tighter than when Zhao Shuning had hugged him before.
Afraid?
Was Master afraid?
Zhao Shuning could sense that Master's body was trembling uncontrollably when he hugged her.
His hands were so strong.
He was almost holding her so tightly that she would be integrated into his very bones.
After a long time, Yan Ruyu finally realized his gaffe, but he still didn't let go.
Zhao Shuning's hands gently stroked Yan Ruyu's white hair.
She had never seen Master like this before, with a head of white hair and a look of absolute despair in his eyes. His face was full of longing for her.
From the time she met Master until now, this was the first time Zhao Shuning had seen Master lose control of his emotions like this.
In her memory, no matter what happened.
Master was always high and mighty, cold as ice. Even if a huge event was right in front of him, he wouldn't be moved.
She thought that there should be nothing in this world that could break through Master's cold shield.
But now, the one hugging her tightly was Master.
The one with fear on his face was Master.
The one with cautious movements was still Master.
Although Zhao Shuning could clearly sense that this was a dream, she still wanted to believe that this was reality.
"Ning'er, I miss you so much."
"Master—"
"Ning'er, I really, really can't live without you."
Zhao Shuning let go and gently pushed Yan Ruyu away.
She opened her mouth: "I know."
After being separated for so long, although she could see Master from five hundred years ago, there were still some differences between him and the Master she knew later.
At least, the Master from five hundred years ago would never have allowed her to get so close to him, let alone make such intimate moves towards her.
"Ning'er—"
Zhao Shuning's hand gently touched her lips.
"Shh—"
Then.
Under Yan Ruyu's gaze, Zhao Shuning wrapped her hands around Yan Ruyu's neck and kissed his thin lips.