Sheng Qianmo stared at her with his cold and deep eyes like an ancient pool, without saying a word.
He looked into her eyes, but Shu Nuan's eyes were clear and quiet, without any hurt at all.
He remained silent, reaching out to take away the fragments in her hand, gently wiping the blood from her fingers, and finally, he gently grabbed her fingers and rubbed them, as if he was trying to catch something that was being lost.
Staring wordlessly.
Shu Nuan lowered his head and stared at the finger held by Sheng Qianmo without blinking. He did not exert any force. After a while, she gently withdrew her hand.
Sheng Qianmo felt so clearly that she was right in front of him and beside him, but she pushed him out of her heart without saying a word.
At night, the first light snow finally fell in Beicheng.
A Cai helped to put medicine on Shunuan and comforted her by saying, "The imperial doctor said this medicine is very effective. Miss Shunuan will be able to remove the plaster in a few days."
Shu Nuan looked out the window at the snowy night, remembering that when she was running alone from Yushui City to Southern Xinjiang through mountains and rivers, it was also snowing like this, but her mind changed.
However, Shu Nuan thought about it for a while and then stopped thinking about it. She didn't want to be immersed in that desperate atmosphere. Some things wouldn't matter if she thought about it.
After changing the medicine, Shu Nuan took out his book bag again and wrote about what he saw and heard in Yushui City. However, every time he wrote a word with his left hand, the sound of Sheng Qianmo breaking his hand could not help but echo in his mind. The words he said at that time always sounded in my mind, and my heart felt painful. Even though I practiced with my left hand for several days, my handwriting was crooked and not as elegant as before.
Even so, Shu Nuan still wrote with a calm expression, as if he had already known at such a young age that he had to work hard to survive even in difficult situations. What he experienced now was just the trust he had given away without leaving any room. That's all, even though... this trust was crushed under someone's feet.
Shu Nuan planned to ask Li Yuan to find time to help her deliver this article to Master Li in the academy. She didn't know whether Master Li believed that she was a spy, but before setting off to Yushui City, Master Li trusted her so much. Now she has not done anything. It's the duty of a good student, but she still hopes to do what she should do.
Shu Nuan had not finished writing the article, so she wrote a page. Looking at the handwriting, she felt so proud and arrogant that she finally crumpled the paper into a ball, held it in her fist, and slowly lay down on the table. He closed his eyes and breathed in short breaths, his eyes were watery, and those silent emotions could not be vented in his eyes.
In the middle of the night, Sheng Qianmo returned to the palace smelling of alcohol. He saw Shu Nuan lying on the bed and sleeping on the table. He walked over, picked her up and walked towards the bed.
Shu Nuan opened her eyes and met Sheng Qianmo's drunken and cold eyes. He stared at her like a beast ready to go. Before Shu Nuan could react, He then laid Shu Nuan down on the bed, pressed on her, and pulled off her clothes. Her clothes half-undressed and fell off her shoulders, revealing a large patch of spring color.
Sheng Qianmo stared at her creamy white and delicate skin again, but in the end he lowered his head and buried it in her neck, his lips were close to her skin, with the burning breath and the aroma of wine, he said in a low voice: " Not broken.”