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His dazed eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and his helpless murmurs made it impossible for Su Xiaonan to shatter his beautiful dream.
“Old man…” Su Xiaonan reached out to caress his hair, her touch gentle as if handling a fragile treasure.
It was then she noticed that Shen Mozui, still not yet at the age of reason, already had a few strands of silver at his temples, which glimmered sharply under the moonlight.
“Do you… really love my mother?”
Su Xiaonan let out a barely audible sigh, a surge of indescribable thoughts flooding her mind, like a tangled mess wrapping around her heart.
“But… why does it have to be my mother?”
After much effort, Su Xiaonan finally managed to return Shen Mozui to his room.
As she turned to leave, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly, the force strong enough to crush her bones.
With reddened eyes, Shen Mozui murmured softly, “Don’t go, don’t go…”
Their gazes locked, and Su Xiaonan saw emotions in his eyes that she couldn’t comprehend. The indulgence, deep affection, longing, tenderness, and sorrow he showed her—all of it stemmed from her face that resembled her deceased mother’s so closely.
In the end, she was merely… a substitute.
If she lost this face, would he still treat her the same way? Would he remain by her side for life? — She didn’t dare to guess the answer; it felt like a bottomless black hole that would swallow her whole if she dared to touch it.
After a long while, Su Xiaonan pulled her hand back with force and softly said, "I am Xiaonan."
It was as if a thunderbolt had struck Shen Mozui awake from his dreams. He hurriedly sat up, his expression somewhat disoriented, confusion and panic still lingering in his eyes.
"Ah, it's Xiaonan... Xiaonan... I am fine now. You should go back and rest," he said.
Without a word, Su Xiaonan gently covered him with the quilt, her movements soft and practiced. Then, without looking back, she walked out.
Shen Mozui watched as her slender figure gradually disappeared into the darkness. Once again, the image of a woman in red flashed through his mind. Her gaze was like water, singing softly, wishing for a devoted heart that would never part.
—"Wan'er. Xiaonan has grown up. She... seems like you."
After completing her coming-of-age ceremony, Su Xiaonan's personality suddenly became quiet.
In her leisure time, she would only write in her room or tend to flowers. More often than not, she leaned by the window, staring blankly into the distance with hollow and confused eyes, no longer the lively girl she once was.
Everyone said that a girl who had undergone the coming-of-age ceremony was different; perhaps she had someone special in her heart.
But only Zhen Niang, whenever others joked and laughed, would look at the troubled Su Xiaonan with deep concern in her eyes, that worry hanging over her like dark clouds.
The Canna lilies in the courtyard had passed their blooming season; petals were blown away by the wind, scattered like delicate fragments on the ground, resembling a tragic and desolate painting.
Su Xiaonan leaned against the wooden window frame, lightly toying with the butterfly Fa Chai in her hand. Her gaze wandered aimlessly into the distance as if somewhere far away lay the answer she had been seeking all along.
"Miss, why are you sitting by the window again?"
Zhen Niang, who had originally entered with a bowl in hand, quickly set it down and hurried to the window, reaching out to close it with a look of concern.
"You've been suffering from a cold for days now and still haven't recovered. You've hardly eaten, and you're looking quite weak. The lord specifically had someone retrieve that wild ginseng we dug up last year and instructed the kitchen to stew it with black-boned chicken for several hours to help you regain your strength. Here, drink it while it's hot."
As Zhen Niang spoke, she handed the bowl of soup to Su Xiaonan, her eyes filled with love and anticipation.
Su Xiaonan tucked the hairpin back into her hair and took the bowl, lowering her head to drink silently. Zhen Niang's gaze lingered on her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, filled with endless emotion and tenderness.
It really... is so similar!
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