The little girl froze, as if in disbelief. After a long while, she finally said, "Ahem, my sister's real name is really... unique."
Upon hearing this, Yu Zigui's shoulders trembled, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head in agony.
"Sister, don't be sad. Yu Zigui isn't a very nice name."
Waaah, nothing I say will help; this is a childhood trauma I can't shake off.
"It was Ah Hui's fault; she touched a nerve with you, sister. So, I'll tell you a secret as compensation."
"A secret?" She suddenly sat up, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "What secret?"
"Actually, Ah Hui has an older sister."
"You're playing me." Her lips trembled, and she continued to cry.
"It really is a secret, Ah Hui isn't lying to you."
I'm hurt; my self-esteem is severely damaged.
“It’s true, it’s true. I have a half-sister.” Afraid that she wouldn’t believe him, the little girl said in rapid succession, “Ten years ago, my father came to the Central Plains to do business and accidentally met my mother. At that time, my mother was seriously injured and it took her a long time to wake up. After waking up, she had amnesia.”
"Amnesia?" she asked, stopping her sobs.
"Yes, I've forgotten everything, but I remember having a daughter."
Tears still glistened in her eyes as she looked up.
"Because she missed me so much, my mother gave me the same nickname as my sister. Ah Hui, Ah Hui." The girl sighed to herself, "In my mother's heart, I'm afraid I'll never be as good as my sister."
"It really is a secret that can't be told," Yu Zigui sighed softly.
The carriage jolted, and the beauty on the couch couldn't sleep soundly. With each rise and fall of the carriage, her brow furrowed slightly, like ripples on a concentric circle, wrinkling a corner of tranquility, and her heart.
Will a ten-year dream finally come true? Or will a fierce wind rise again and shatter the floating duckweed?
She sat quietly, her fingers gently stroking the little girl's soft hair on her lap.
Did I ever secretly weep like Ah Hui back then?
I can't remember, and I don't want to remember.
His gaze lingered on the face of the beauty on the couch, calm yet uneasy.
If she lost her composure on impulse last night, she observed everything very carefully today. This person wasn't disguised, and the timing and circumstances matched perfectly.
Can she...can she still believe now?
Holding her heart in suspense, she thought about it with a mixture of anxiety and hope. As she thought about it, a faint pain rose in her chest, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
"Ah..."
What was supposed to be indistinct babbling was heard so clearly by her.
Is everything this person thinks about in their dreams and talks about her? Yes, it's all her.
A long-lost warmth filled his heart, and Yu Zigui carefully picked up the little girl and placed her on the couch.
She stared intently, not daring to approach, for fear that the dream would shatter at the slightest touch.
Ah Gui, Ah Hui.
Ah Hui, Ah Gui.
With longing and yearning, can this old dream truly come true?
Just then, the carriage suddenly shook, and the two people on the couch were jolted awake. The girl sleeping on the outer side screamed and rolled to the ground.
It wasn't that she couldn't save him, but that she didn't want to.
Because at that moment, Yu Zigui clearly saw that the awakened beauty instinctively protected...
The little girl on the ground finally woke up from her dream and burst into tears, crying, "Mother!"
“Ah Hui, Ah Hui.”
Yu Zigui watched quietly until her eyes turned cold, freezing the last trace of true feeling, before she helped the two children up.
"How are you? Did you fall hard?" she asked with concern.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
The wheels stopped, and the curtain was lifted. A burly foreign merchant squeezed in, looking nervously at his wife and daughter, muttering incoherently in a foreign language.
She couldn't understand, nor did she want to listen. She lazily jumped out of the car, only to see Shangguan Yi leaning against it with a cane, smiling at her as if waiting for her to approach.
So be it, those who know when to yield are the heroes.
She moved at a snail's pace, and when she got closer, she cupped her hands in greeting: "How is Ziyu today?"
"If Zigui is well, then I am well."
He spoke bluntly, but she didn't take it seriously.
Without blushing or her heart skipping a beat, she looked at the family of three in the car—a loving mother, a dutiful daughter, and an elderly father applying medicine—and said softly, "Is it interesting?"
"boring."
"How about adding some seasoning?"