The sound of rain was incessant, and Song Lingzhi walked very, very fast.
She lowered her head and did not dare to look back.
There was a sound of drizzling rain, and Song Lingzhi seemed to hear someone getting off a carriage, as well as footsteps.
The three cold words were left far behind him, but the coldness surrounding his body had not faded at all.
Shen Yan seemed to still be staring at him, and that cold gaze had never left him from beginning to end.
Suddenly, the oil-paper umbrella seemed to hit someone, and Song Lingzhi raised his eyes in horror.
A person stood in front of him, and Shen Yan raised a black oil-paper umbrella. His deep eyes met Song Lingzhi's gaze.
His heart sank, and Song Lingzhi turned around immediately.
Suddenly, Shen Yan said softly from behind: "... Don't want to look for Meng Rui anymore?"
The figure froze, and Song Lingzhi turned around slowly, her eyes wide open.
The sadness and despair that had been weighing on my heart for days suddenly surged to my chest.
Song Lingzhi was furious and gnashed his teeth: "What do you want to do?"
She had never spoken to Shen Yan in such a heart-wrenching voice.
Song Lingzhi's eyes were lonely and sad, without a trace of tenderness or tenderness, which was completely different from the gentleness and tenderness she showed when she looked at He Ming.
Rain and fog stood between the two of them.
Shen Yan's eyes turned cold and he clenched his fist.
He didn't like Song Lingzhi looking at him like that.
I didn't like it before, and I like it even less now.
Shen Yan's voice was cold and clear: "Song Lingzhi, you have asked so many people for help, but you have never thought of asking me for help."
He said softly, "I know where Meng Rui is."
The secret guards have been sending secret letters continuously, and Shen Yan knows that Song Lingzhi has been looking for Meng Rui's whereabouts these days.
The old ministers in the court, the old maids who served in the palace, and the imperial doctors who retired from the Imperial Hospital and returned home...
Even in the several mountains and forests in the capital, Song Lingzhi ordered his servants to go into the mountains to search, not leaving out any clues.
Shen Yan watched coldly as Song Lingzhi came back empty-handed time and time again, and watched the light in her eyes gradually fade away.
The sky was hazy with rain and fog. Song Lingzhi's pair of autumn eyes were filled with mist. Shen Yan frowned slightly and uttered two words indifferently.
“—get in the car.”
An ivory white round-collared robe passed before Song Lingzhi's eyes.
Song Lingzhi watched Shen Yan's gaze pass by him vaguely, and saw him holding an umbrella and walking past him expressionlessly.
He seemed certain that he would catch up.
With his feet fixed in place, Song Lingzhi's body was stiff and he didn't take even a single step back.
There was no sound of footsteps behind me.
Shen Yan stopped and looked sideways. In the azure rain, Song Lingzhi's figure was thin and weak, like a willow tree that could not bear a single bend.
His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress the sob in his voice.
The bluestone alley is silent and deserted, with only the sound of rain filling the ears.
Song Lingzhi turned his head, staring at the bluestone and white wall, with his back to Shen Yan, and said nothing.
Tears slid down the corners of her eyes and dripped onto her lapels.
Shen Yan's eyes moved slightly, and his inky black eyes drooped and darkened for a moment.
His fingertips gently rubbed the jade ring.
A long silence prevailed between the two.
Shen Yan could only hear Song Lingzhi sobbing softly.
Finally, he took half a step forward, the oil-paper umbrella lightly bumped against her, and his bony fingers lifted slightly, just in time to touch the corner of Song Lingzhi's eyes.