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With her hair elegantly styled and her delicate brows lightly brushed, Su Xiaonan's eyes shimmered like water, reflecting a captivating light. The sky-blue dress she wore complemented the flower in her hair, creating a harmonious and striking appearance.
At that moment, she was so beautiful that it was hard to look away; she truly took one's breath away.
Fu Bo couldn't help but murmur, "She looks just like... too much like..."
Shen Mozui gazed at Su Xiaonan before him, almost believing that the woman standing in front of him was his beloved junior sister whom he had cherished for over a decade.
His eyes held a tenderness so deep it seemed they could weep, filled with affection and longing that felt as if it could drown someone in its depths.
However, Su Xiaonan utterly despised this feeling.
Though his gaze remained as gentle as ever, she could clearly sense that he seemed to be looking through her, seeing another person instead.
That person was her flesh and blood, her mother.
"My mother is my mother. I am me. Please don’t confuse us."
Suddenly, Su Xiaonan's expression darkened as she coldly declared these words, like a bucket of cold water extinguishing the warm atmosphere in the room. The awkwardness enveloped everyone present, and for a moment, the air felt frozen.
"Ah, what the lady means is..." Fu Bo's smile carried a hint of obsequiousness as he attempted to ease the tension.
Yet, Su Xiaonan remained unappreciative of his efforts. She simply thanked everyone present and turned on her heel, walking back to her room with a somewhat hurried pace.
Shen Mozui opened his mouth, as if something was lodged in his throat, yet he ultimately said nothing, only able to watch her leave, helplessly letting her figure fade from his sight.
As night fell, the persistent drizzle had ceased, and the air was slightly damp, carrying the unique freshness that follows rain.
The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a cold light that illuminated a corner of the courtyard.
Under the moonlight, the figure clad in a blue robe with a jade flute appeared particularly lonely as he drank alone.
Shen Mozui sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, the stone table before him laden with wine jugs and cups.
He poured wine into his cup one after another, tilting his head back to drink it all down—one cup after another.
He could not remember how much he had drunk; he only felt a deep bitterness rising in his throat, as if that bitterness spread from his tongue throughout his entire body, penetrating to the marrow.
With the cup empty, it felt as though his heart had been hollowed out too, leaving only an endless void and desolation.
"Old man... how did you end up like this?!" Su Xiaonan's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with surprise and concern.
She quickly stepped forward and forcefully snatched the wine cup from Shen Mozui's hand.
Shen Mozui slowly lifted his gaze, the scene before him appearing shrouded in a hazy mist, somewhat unclear.
The pink long dress flickered in and out of focus in the dim light; the only thing clear was her exquisitely beautiful face and the deep worry reflected in her eyes.
The worried gaze was like the warm sun of spring, shining directly into his chaotic heart.
Accompanied by the sound of a shattered wine glass, Su Xiaonan gasped, and before she could react, someone had already wrapped their arms around her waist.
"Wan'er? Wan'er, you’re back... You came back to see me, right? You can't bear to leave your senior brother, can you?"
At that moment, Shen Mozui resembled a child who had lost something dear. His eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness as he held Su Xiaonan tightly, as if that would somehow keep the person he cherished in his heart from leaving.
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