"You guess? If you guess right, I’ll give you a gift as a celebration for your hocoming."
Hocoming... those two words deeply touched her heart.
Years of ascetic practice in the Buddhist Sect, though attached to the mortal world, her nature was indifferent to fa and fortune. However, at that mont, she felt a competitive urge to win that gift; she was inherently smart and guessed the identity of the young man based on his address.
"Are you... Fifth Uncle?" The rumored sickly Fifth Uncle.
The young man laughed, "Correct."
"Oh dear Fifth Master, how did you sneak out like this? It’ll be troubleso if the first lady finds out." A plump woman ran over from afar, calling out.
The young man sighed helplessly, shoved an item into her hand, and smiled, "This is for you, welco ho."
After the young man walked away, she looked at the item in her hand. It was a wooden carving of a little girl with braids. The carving was exquisite, capturing the little girl’s cute deanor vividly. She instantly liked it; it was the best gift she had ever received in her life.
Later, in this bizarre and strange ho, only that person was her sole warmth and comfort.
No matter how much bla and disdain she received from her grandmother and father, a sunny smile from that young man could lt away all her sadness.
If only it could always be like this, how wonderful it would be.
But one day, that young man suddenly pushed her away from his world, decisively and cruelly, without a trace of rcy.
At that mont, the whole world was in despair. She cried and asked why, but he said, "With this frail body, I don’t even know if there’ll be a tomorrow. Huahua, leave, and never co looking for again."
Lu Yuke appeared like a harbinger of doom, "You’ve worsened his illness and still dared to sneak him out. You rebellious girl, get out! If I catch you near Feng’er again, I’ll break your legs and throw you into a temple."
From then on, she never saw him again.
From her sleeve, she slipped out the wooden carving, stroking its face over and over. The face had been polished shiny from years of touch.
The night wind was so cold, yet she couldn’t feel it, even though her hands and feet were numb from the cold.
At this mont, a sudden noise ca from the house behind her. She startled, quickly ran to the door, "Fifth Uncle?"
There was no more sound inside.
She felt uneasy, pushed the door open, and walked in. The room was illuminated by a dim wall lamp. She saw a person lying on the ground by the bed, and she was shocked, quickly running over, "Fifth Uncle, what’s wrong?"
The person’s face was deathly pale, lips dry and cracked like parched earth. His eyes were lightly closed, appearing as if asleep.
He was terrifyingly thin and cold to the touch.
Her tears flowed uncontrollably, "Fifth Uncle, don’t scare ... wake up...."
Tears fell onto his face, and Yan Nanfeng finally opened his eyes slowly. Those eyes were as clean and pure as ever, but now they were a bit hazy.
He slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, struggling to raise his hand to touch her face, wanting to wipe away her tears.
"Don’t cry, girls beco ugly when they cry." His voice was frail and weak. It seed as if speaking had exhausted all his energy, and with that, he coughed out a mouthful of blood.
The warm blood splattered on her face. Yan Hua stared at him in disbelief, raised her hand to touch her face, covered in bright red blood, eerie and tragic.
"Fifth Uncle, wait for ...." Yan Hua laid him on the bed and turned to run out.
She ran hurriedly, with blood still on her face, dried in the cold night wind, solidifying on her face, but she couldn’t feel it at all. She just kept running, her throat sore and chest tight, but she couldn’t stop, Fifth Uncle was still waiting for her, she couldn’t stop...
She ran through the long lantern-lit corridor, leaving the night quickly behind. The dim light illuminated her face, clearly reflecting the blood and tears rushing from her eyes, the mix leaving a distinct mark on her face.
She ran to the West Warm Pavilion, clattered her way to the second floor, the urgent footsteps clear in the silent night.
She ran over to pound on the door, hoarsely shouting, "Yun Ya... Yun Ya, save Fifth Uncle, I beg you...."
Yun Ya and Yan Song were passionately entwined, and hearing the banging at the door, his grip suddenly tightened, resulting in a muffled groan overhead. Yun Ya quickly let go, grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands, rolled out of bed, hastily dressed, and said to the man in bed, "I’ll go check."
Without even putting on a jacket, she hurriedly slipped on a skirt, wrapped herself in a coat, revealing a pair of beautiful legs, and quickly walked over to open the door slightly, stepping out.
"What’s going on? What happened?" Yun Ya, unaware of how stunningly beautiful she looked with her disheveled hair and sultry eyes, was startled seeing Yan Hua’s blood-streaked face. The next mont, Yan Hua grabbed her hand vigorously, her mind too consud to think of anything else. She clutched Yun Ya’s hand, like clinging to a lifeline, "Yun Ya, Fifth Uncle vomited blood, so much blood, can you save him? You’re so skilled, you can definitely save him...."
Yan Nanfeng was in trouble. Before, she had promised Lu Yuke to save Yan Nanfeng, didn’t expect sothing to happen so quickly. Yun Ya didn’t hesitate, saying, "Let go change, I’ll be right over."
With that, she turned back inside.
Inside the room, Yan Song was already dressed, buttoning his collar, looking high, cold, and restrained, a stark contrast to his deanor on the bed earlier. Yun Ya shook her head; even now, she was thinking of those amorous monts? She hurriedly put on her pants and quickly said, "Fifth Uncle’s in trouble, I need to go see now."
Yan Song was tidying her collar, his deep voice tinged with a seductive hoarseness, exceptionally enticing, "I’ll go with you, don’t worry, rushing won’t help now."
Yun Ya, while changing her shoes, snuck a kiss on him, smiling, "I’ll make it up to you later."
Yan Song’s throat bobbed once, getting interrupted left him in a foul mood, inwardly cursing that Yan Nanfeng couldn’t even choose a better ti to fall ill.
The two of them went out holding hands, Yan Hua paid no notice to Yan Song coming out of Yun Ya’s room in the middle of the night. Her mind was entirely on Yan Nanfeng, leaving no room for anything else.
"Don’t worry, I’ll go take a look now."
Yun Ya thought for a mont and said to Yan Song, "Brother Yan, go to 88 East Alley and find Doctor Hua, ask him to co over."
Yan Song nodded, stroked her head, softly said, "Don’t overexert yourself." With that, he turned around, his tall figure disappearing into the night.
Yun Ya and Yan Hua hurried towards Yan Nanfeng’s room.
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