La lluvia primaveral es como el vino, los sauces son como el humo

Capítulo 84

Yichun could only reply, "...Oh."

He turned his head away and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

"...Come and have some fun." Her answer wasn't mysterious at all. "And...what about you? Still out collecting debts?"

She had just overheard him talking to that Su Gu about repaying the money. Zui Xue said he was indulging in a life of pleasure. Yi Chun knew this man well; he was focused on money and probably didn't have the energy for such things.

Shu Jun snorted and didn't say anything more.

Slowly, his hand touched her forehead, gently caressing it, his fingertips carrying a tender warmth.

“Next time…” his voice was low, “Next time you leave, remember to say goodbye to me, don’t just leave without saying anything.”

Yichun's heart suddenly raced, almost unbearably fast. She couldn't even tell if it was from the poison or something else; her wrists even started to tremble slightly.

She clutched a piece of her clothing tightly, as if that would allow her racing heart to slow down and catch its breath.

"...I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry." As if by some strange twist of fate, it was as if they were back on that snowy night, continuing their unfinished conversation.

Shu Jun smiled and gently patted her forehead with his palm, making a "smack" sound: "Making me angry is no big deal."

Someone knocked gently on the door; it was Su Gu bringing medicine and hot water.

From afar, Yichun saw a beautiful figure swaying at the door. She was very beautiful, no less so than Zuixue, but upon closer inspection, one could still see that she was not young, with fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Su Gu looked at her curiously, but before she could even take a second look, Shu Jun closed the door.

“Su Gu is the madam here. She borrowed four thousand taels of silver from me to build this Soft Jade Pavilion.” Shu Jun wrung out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat and cement from her hands and face, speaking casually with a natural demeanor, without any trace of explanation.

After saying that, he took the medicine that had been brewed, tasted it himself first, and made sure there was nothing wrong with it before helping her up and slowly feeding her the medicine.

"Where's Little Pumpkin?" After taking her medicine, Yichun lay in bed, feeling weak in her limbs, and asked him softly.

Shu Jun lowered the curtain and lay half-reclined on the bed with her, saying, "He's fifteen now, it's time for him to go out and make his own way in the world, he can't stay behind me as a servant forever."

At fifteen, she also went down the mountain to gain experience. It was a special age, a time when she bid farewell to her innocent childhood and gradually became a capable young adult through trials.

"Go to sleep. This is just a regular guest room. No weirdos have been here. It's not dirty."

Ruanyu Tower was not a place for ordinary women, he reassured her.

Shu Jun tucked her in, touched her forehead, and leaned down to kiss it lightly: "When you wake up, you won't be here anymore."

Yichun slowly fell asleep, her right hand held in his palm. Their pulses were so close that their heartbeats seemed to synchronize, steady and peaceful.

When she woke up, it was just before dawn, and Yichun couldn't tell whether it was dusk or dawn. The bed beneath her was no longer soft, but hard. She tried to move her hands and feet, and they were no longer as numb as when she was poisoned, but she was still a little weak and powerless.

Pushing back the covers and getting up, I immediately realized that this was not the Soft Jade Pavilion. Through the embroidered curtains, I could vaguely see the wooden window frames. The window was half open, and a gentle breeze made the sleeves of the person sleeping under the window rustle softly.

Yichun carefully lifted the curtain and cautiously looked around.

This must be an ordinary inn, with a simple layout. There was a bench under the window, and Shu Junren was sleeping on it. He was tall and slender, but he was forced to lie on the bench, so his posture was inevitably very awkward. It was rare that he could actually fall asleep, and he was sleeping quite soundly, with deep and long breaths.

Yichun tiptoed out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. She went to the window and closed it; even though it was summer, it was never good for her to sleep in a draft.

Large, colorful clouds drifted across the sky, their vibrant orange-red hue seeping through the window paper and landing on his sleeping face.

Yichun held her breath and gazed at him quietly. His sleeping face looked pure and harmless. If ten thousand women saw him, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine would feel affection for him, and the remaining one would either be blind or stupid.

But once he opened his eyes, everything was completely different. He actually had a terrible temper, was willful and aloof, and it was no exaggeration to call him a weirdo.

She took a blanket and gently covered him with it. The moment the edge of the blanket touched his body, he immediately opened his eyes, still somewhat sleepy, unlike his usual energetic self.

"...What time is it?" Shu Jun rubbed his forehead and asked her in a hoarse voice.

"It should be getting dark soon," Yichun said softly. The colorful clouds outside were not a morning sight; only dusk could produce such a magnificent scene.

Shu Jun quickly sat up from the bench, as if he hadn't slept enough. He stretched and let out a long breath.

"What do you think?" he asked, taking a sip of cold tea.

Yichun smiled shyly: "I'm all better now. Thank you so much for taking care of me."

His gaze shifted, and he said calmly, "No need to thank me, I'm just happy."

Yi Chun pulled out a stool, sat down opposite him, thought for a moment, and said, "It seems the Yan family knows your father killed their young master, so they're looking for you everywhere. The people chasing me are the Qiufeng Gang under the third young master of the Yan family. They're making a huge fuss."

Shu Jun gave a curt "Oh," completely unconcerned.

Yichun could only say again, "Well... in short, you need to be careful."

He smiled noncommittally and looked at her quietly: "Why are you saying such meaningless things? Where are you going next?"

Yichun paused for a moment, then asked softly, "Where are you going?"

"If I stay in Jiankang City, the people here owe me the most money."

Yichun simply said "Oh," and had nothing more to say.

The room suddenly became very quiet, and no one spoke. This atmosphere made her feel at a loss, and her instincts reminded her of the danger.

She looked around at the decorations in the room, and finally pointed to the embroidery on the curtain and chuckled dryly, "Well... the scallion flowers embroidered on the curtain are quite unique."

“That’s an orchid,” Shu Jun simply told her the truth.

Yi Chun stood up, extremely embarrassed: "I'm leaving. Um... Shu Jun, thank you for helping me detoxify."

She turned and took a few steps when she suddenly heard Shu Jun say behind her, "Where are you going? Planning to run away without a word again?"