"We are a family!"
She answered very quickly, almost instinctively, indicating that she truly believed it in her heart.
"In fact, for matters like this, rather than asking , you should ask your brothers. After all..." The family is fractured; although Zhi Chen has been found, Lao Si, Liang Haoming, and Little Liu, Liang Yixuan, have no trace, no clue.
Her mood was a bit downcast, and she let out a soft sigh.
After Dong Huiying left, Shu Yu lay on the bed and closed her eyes to contemplate.
Her personality, her dical skill, her appearance... He rembered the blood letter buried on the mountain, which was later dug out by his oldest brother and fifth brother.
He had seen the contents of that blood letter. If she had such ability before, why take the extre path, ending up in such a state? And these seed like two different people, completely different personalities.
One, afflicted by the Gu Art, tornted imnsely, barely coping, and the other, possessing a positive and resolute nature, learning Gu Art instantly after realizing she was afflicted, successfully resolving the Gu in her body, healing herself and treating the ailnts and injuries of her brothers.
He pondered...
"Whether they’re Mountain Demons or spirits, if they’ve stepped through the door of the Liang family, even in death, I’ll drag them along with ."
A faint smile erged on his lips as he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on his fingertips, recalling the warm and soft feel of her skin when he touched her. He smiled again.
"Dear wife..."
He understood without revealing; he was not one to ddle, and if he did, it would only be concerning family matters.
As for other things, even if understood, he could pretend not to know.
One wonders... How much of her secret, her origins, her past do his brothers know?
***
Not long after, Dong Huiying ca over with a steaming bowl of soup dicine to Shu Yu, who instinctively wrinkled her nose at the bitter sll. "Can I... not drink it?"
Looking at him, there was a sense of pitifulness.
Dong Huiying couldn’t help but laugh, "How old are you? You’re still so afraid of taking dicine."
She sighed and then took out a packet of sweet preserves, "Here, I prepared this for you."
Shu Yu’s lips curled up slightly.
In his heart, he thought that he wasn’t afraid of bitterness; he had already endured much in life, grown up nourished by soup dicine over the years.
But people are capricious. He liked seeing her helpless, whether she was chiding him, or feeling indulgent towards him without knowing what to do.
He took the preserves Dong Huiying handed to him, picked one, and put it in his mouth.
Yet, his smiling gaze fell on her face, "Really sweet."
Dong Huiying: "!!!"
What’s going on, what’s going on? Why does she suddenly feel like she’s being flirted with?
She swallowed hard and then stomped lightly.
"Hurry up and drink the dicine. Next ti it rains, stay inside. Even if you want to go out for a walk, wait until it stops raining!" Then she rushed out, her back showing a hint of running away in embarrassnt.
Shu Yu chuckled softly.
His smile made him appear much gentler, losing a bit of that fairy aura, instead adding a touch of mundane warmth.
"Indeed, very sweet."
But whether this sweetness referred to the preserves or the woman sweet to his heart, one could only wonder.
User Comments
0 comments from readers