If the young master is unwilling, just like it is now.
Su Jiuci becos like a discarded toy, only able to remain there and do nothing.
So her final words must have pierced Su Jiuci’s heart.
Loving too deeply, she instead lost her way out, lost her sovereignty.
Ti passes little by little.
The sun also gradually sets, and the sky nears dusk.
Su Yan lies on the Imperial Concubine Chair, eyes closed.
Soon, Hong Dou cos running over, bowing her head saying
"Young Master, Mr. Su hasn’t eaten all day."
Su Yan purses her lips,
"If he won’t eat, I can’t do anything about it."
Her tone is indifferent, almost flat.
As if she doesn’t care.
But after a while, she adds
"Replace those dishes, change them for a new set, see if he will eat."
Hong Dou, about to speak, wants to remind her young master.
This is already the third batch of dishes you’ve had changed.
Mr. Su isn’t eating, changing dishes multiple tis is useless, isn’t it?
Hong Dou looks at these two stubborn people.
One there, stiff as a statue, not saying a word.
The other lying here, eyes closed, seemingly unbothered.
Hong Dou whispers
"Young Master, Mr. Su hasn’t eaten all day... He still won’t eat, shall I change it to sothing light and bring it over?"
Su Yan, hearing this, her eyelids flicker.
She remains silent for a long ti.
Finally.
When Hong Dou thought her young master would not respond and was about to change another batch of dishes to bring over.
The young master suddenly opens her eyes.
She sits up from the Imperial Concubine Chair.
Without speaking, she heads toward her room.
Hong Dou is startled by her young master’s sudden action.
"Young, Young Master??"
Crying out, she chases after.
As she purses her lips while entering the room.
Seeing Jun Yu with his head bowed low, still in the sa position as before she left.
A desolate loneliness, not uttering a single word of sadness.
Gently pricking her heart.
Her knitted brows loosen.
But then that irritation turns into restlessness.
She dislikes this side of him.
And for so reason, she just dislikes it.
Just seeing him like this makes herself feel upset too.
This inexplicable sentint makes her feel irritable.
Unlike the teeth-gritting irritation of a rainy day.
It’s a conflicted irritation—a mix of wanting to hug him yet also wanting to hit him.
Su Yan steps forward, approaching him.
Jun Yu lifts his head, looking at her, his expression sowhat hazy.
It seems like an eternity before he finally recognizes the person standing in front of him as Su Yan.
Then he lowers his head once more, corners of his lips curling into a faint smile, his pale face looking incredibly weak.
His eyelashes flutter lightly, a slow drawing out voice
"Are you here to send away?"
He waits a while but receives no reply.
Then slowly, he stands up on his own.
His body sways, stabilizing only by holding onto the table.
Still maintaining that shallow smile, fragile and harmless, but the words spoken stir heartache
"I will leave first then."
As his voice falls, he begins walking toward the door.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
In the end, Su Yan still grabs hold of him.
She closes her eyes, then her grip tightens more and more.
Pulls him back to his place, forcefully making him sit down.
Su Yan touches the dishes on the table, still warm.
Pulls over a dish that’s comparatively light.
Sitting on a chair beside him, she asks aloud
"Will you eat by yourself, or shall I feed you?"
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