The wind blew up at night, dispersing the thin and cool mist. Qiao Yu walked to the window and closed it for Xiao Yi. When he turned around, he was stunned for a long time. Because behind the threshold, there was a touch of scarlet leaning silently. Qiao Yu looked at her and opened his mouth slightly. But he closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously as if he was uncertain, but the figure was still there.
Qiao Yu's face was full of surprise, and he was about to call her. But Zhao Pei waved her hand to signal him to be silent. Qiao Yu understood, and smiled as he turned his head to look at Xiao Yi who was half leaning on the couch in meditation.
Zhao Pei looked away, her heart trembled. After running all the way, she was still a little out of breath. Xiao Yi heard the uneven breathing in the room, frowned slightly, and asked, "Qiao Yu?"
"Hey." Qiao Yu responded quickly, "Seventh Master's order?"
He was silent for a long time and said calmly: "Remove this gauze, it is really useless."
"This..." Qiao Yu seemed a little embarrassed and couldn't help but look at the scarlet figure.
She walked forward silently, stopped in front of him, and for a long time, trembling with her hands, tried to untie the gauze. The silvery moonlight reflected his cold face, softening his sharp outlines, hiding his general appearance in the darkness, and making it difficult to see his expression.
Zhao Pei's breathing began to become rapid, she was thinking about the scene that would happen next. If... he really couldn't see...
Her hands moved slowly, but she felt nervous, panicked, helpless, lucky, and hopeful as she waited for so long. She untied the one-foot-long white gauze one circle at a time, and she stared into the closed eyes.
I silently waited for it to open, but in the end it was in vain.
The mixture of emotions in her heart made her feel like she was in a dream.
Then I heard him sigh slightly, and then sighed quietly: "Qiao Yu. Boil a bucket of water."
The lucky thoughts in Zhao Pei's heart gradually faded away, and finally fell into the bottomless abyss. She looked at Xiao Yi's indifferent expression, and her heart was filled with the pain of regret.
She wanted to tell him that she was back, but she didn't know how to open her mouth because she didn't have the courage. Would he slap her in the face? If this was enough to make her feel better, Xiao Yi would never be able to forgive herself.
Xiao Yi suddenly stood up. Zhao Pei was startled and hurriedly took a few steps back, but she stepped on the hem of her clothes and fell to the floor with a dull sound.
"Qiao Yu?" Xiao Yi asked with a frown.
But the man had already gone to prepare hot water for Xiao Yi. Zhao Pei was in a dilemma as to whether to answer or not. Just as she was hesitating, Qiao Yu arrived and said, "Seventh Master, the hot water is ready." As she spoke, someone brought in a bucket of water from behind.
Qiao Yu glanced at Zhao Pei, who was sitting on the ground at a loss, and walked to Xiao Yi and said, "Seventh Master, I'll help you."
However, Xiao Yi pushed his hand away and said lightly: "No, I can do it myself." Qiao Yu nodded, pulled Zhao Pei and was about to leave, then heard Xiao Yi ask casually: "Have you found the person? This girl is running around everywhere." There was no trace of blame or anger in his words, only a sigh mixed with worry.
Zhao Pei was startled, and looked up at him. Xiao Yi had already touched the screen, unbuttoned his black long robe, revealing the moon-white undergarment underneath. Zhao Pei suddenly felt that she couldn't see clearly, and it turned out that she had been crying without knowing when.
Qiao Yu glanced at her again and replied, "Not yet, but soon. I have found the news."
Xiao Yi nodded, walked behind the screen, held the edge of the bathtub, and seemed to remember something and said, "Don't hurt her."
She could no longer hold back her tears, which burst out. She covered her mouth for fear that he would hear her, and was dragged out of the room by Qiao Yu, down the shaky stairs and into the hall.
He grabbed Zhao Pei's wrist tightly. Zhao Pei shook his hand off in pain and glared at him: "It hurts, do you know?"
Qiao Yu laughed mockingly: "It hurts? It hurts now? Of course, Second Miss's delicate body would feel pain. But didn't Second Miss think that Seventh Prince would feel pain too? The hot wax poured into his eyes, it hurts so much..."
Zhao Pei was so flustered at the time that she didn't consider the consequences at all. She was already very regretful, and his words made her even more heartbroken. She covered her ears and shouted, "Stop talking! Stop talking!"
"You... are deceiving yourself?" Qiao Yu was very sure of this question.
"I'm back." Zhao Pei murmured in a soft voice, "I didn't know things would turn out like this. I didn't mean to do it. I regret it, I regret it..."
Qiao Yu had nothing more to say and sighed softly, "Seventh Master has been looking for you. He said he would not return to Beijing if he couldn't find you. You should go and tell him quickly. That way, you can go back and get treatment earlier. Maybe... there is still hope."
Zhao Pei nodded silently.
Seeing that she didn't move, Qiao Yu stared at her and said, "Are you still not going?"
Zhao Pei looked up innocently and looked at him blankly: "But, your Seventh Master is taking a bath. Am I... suitable?" (To be continued)