The night rain is drizzling, and the rain curtain is cold.
The autumn wind blew past the window, blowing the rice paper on the rosewood and jade desk to the ground, and scattered papers at the feet.
With the dim candlelight, Song Lingzhi could clearly see every word on the paper.
The handwriting is illegible, with traces of ink scattered in one place.
Song Lingzhi leaned forward, lowered his eyes, and scanned the paper bit by bit.
A pair of almond-shaped eyes, like autumn water, were misty, tears rolled down, and the hot tears fell on the paper.
Tears seep through the paper.
Song Lingzhi gently held a piece of rice paper in both hands. She had seen Shen Yan's calligraphy before.
The writing is as agile as a startled dragon, not as casual and weak as it appears on paper.
Looking up, those deep black pupils appeared in his eyes again.
The corners of his eyes were narrow and cold, just like the cold and bleak autumn rain outside the window. Shen Yan's eyes were very deep, and upon closer inspection, he realized that his face looked paler and weaker than usual.
Meng Rui said that all the medicines he had taken in the past were tested by Shen Yan.
Drug testing is not pleasant, with nausea and fainting, vomiting blood and pain, or... worsening blindness.
Shen Yan could barely see a little outline before, but now he can't see anything at all.
His voice was choked with sobs, his eyes were soaked with mist, and Song Lingzhi said hoarsely: "... Why?"
She had not taken much Xiaojinsan, and she had taken Yuhancao once before. According to Meng Rui, she had no other symptoms except the cold.
"Mr. Meng said that he used all the Yuhan grass he brought from Florian as medicine for me."
Shen Yan said calmly: "Yeah."
Song Lingzhi's eyes were full of doubt. Even though she had seen it with her own eyes, she still found it unbelievable.
How could Shen Yan, such a cold and heartless person, do this for me...
The tears at the corners of her eyes were wiped away bit by bit, and Shen Yan's fingertips rested on the corners of Song Lingzhi's eyes.
His voice was soft.
"Song Lingzhi, you said you are afraid of the cold."
On the ship, in that dark night with drizzle, Song Lingzhi stood on the deck.
That night, she didn't care about anything and jumped off. The last words she said to Shen Yan were -
I am very afraid of cold.
Outside the window, the rain was falling gently, and the sound of the rain overlapped with the sound of the wind, just like that gloomy and cold night at sea.
But this time, Shen Yan stood beside Song Lingzhi.
There was no longer the bone-chilling sea breeze between the two of them.
The tip of his finger brushed across Song Lingzhi's eyelashes. Perhaps because she couldn't see, Shen Yan's movements were very light.
Song Lingzhi's fluttering eyelashes brushed across his palm, and tears slid through his fingers.
Outside the window, drizzle was swaying, candlelight flickered, and two figures fell to the ground.
The memorial on the desk had never been touched at all. Previously, it was Yue Xunian and Shen Yan who wrote it.
But now Shen Yan refused to let anyone get close to him, so no one paid attention to the memorials on the desk.
Song Lingzhi sighed softly and turned his head away: "… What about the memorials, what should I do with them?"
Important state affairs cannot be delayed forever.
The night was rainy and bleak, and a laugh escaped from Shen Yan's throat in a place where the candlelight could not reach.
Song Lingzhi didn't understand, raised his eyes and frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
"You spent so much time thinking about it at home, just to say this to me?"
He no longer called himself "I".
Song Lingzhi's eyes widened: "You are spying on me again?"
Shen Yan's eyes dimmed: "Guess."
The secret guards of the Song Mansion had withdrawn long ago. Otherwise, Song Lingzhi would not have been in danger that day.