Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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Chen Muwan gazed at him, a blush rising to her pale face. She lowered her head, tidying her bamboo basket, and whispered, "I was just going that way."

Maple Snow Color gave an "Oh".

Although he was a free spirit, he was never good at getting along with women—except for Zhu Huihui, of course, because she was so shameless that he hardly realized she was a girl!

Thinking of Zhu Huihui, a strong longing welled up in his foggy and depressed heart.

So much has happened lately, everyone is incredibly busy, and because of my poor eyesight, I've become quite idle.

If Zhu Huihui were still here, acting as my eyes, perhaps I could do many things too?

It's been over a month since she left, and despite continuous searches, there's still no trace of her. Where did Zhu Liuyue take the child? Has her injury healed?

Zhu Huihui, are you alright?

The drizzle was like powder, and the lake was like smoke.

Maple leaves and snow, morning and evening, walked silently along the embankment, no one uttering a word.

He was lost in thought, while she was a quiet and dignified young lady from a respectable family, too shy to speak much with a man—this handsome man beside her, though blind, possessed a heart brighter than anything else. She inexplicably felt drawn to his presence, yet feared that uttering even a single extra word would reveal her innermost secret, which would be utterly humiliating!

She didn't know when she had this thought.

She only remembered seeing him for the first time at the Xianyun Old Shop. She stood there and saw him emerge from behind the screen. His white robes were faded to gray, yet he still stood out from the crowd. She panicked a little and hurriedly made way for him, but accidentally stepped on a lotus seed and nearly fell. He then steadily supported her back with both hands. When he smiled at her, it was a warmth that touched her very heart.

Later, Uncle Feng said that he was a master.

She was physically weak and couldn't learn martial arts, but she did have some medical knowledge. Uncle Feng was right. But she could tell that he had unhealed injuries, so she sent a maid to deliver medicine to him.

She had thought it was just a fleeting encounter. After delivering the antidote for the Bloodstained Robe to Young Master Fang Jianwu on her mother's orders, she was about to return to Sorrowful Valley. Unexpectedly, Young Master Fang and his companions earnestly persuaded her to stay, saying that one of their brothers had been poisoned and injured his eye, requiring treatment. So she stayed, and soon after, she met the young master again.

So, he was the Snow-White Gentleman everyone was talking about.

Despite his poor eyesight, he remained composed and witty amidst the crowd. It's no wonder everyone considered it an honor to befriend such an elegant and composed man; indeed, his clothes were as white as snow, and his character as pure as snow...

As Chen Muwan walked, she secretly glanced at him. He... was truly a rare beauty. Although he rarely smiled, when he did, it was like a spring breeze, spring rain, and spring sunshine sweeping across the earth, full of vitality, and warming one's heart!

In her upbringing, peeping at a man was considered extremely rude, so even though she knew he wouldn't see her, her heart still pounded like a deer's, thump, thump, thump...

Feng Xuese's heart was as clear as the moon after a storm. He paid no attention to what the woman beside him was thinking, but silently memorized the path. He had walked this long embankment countless times, and he remembered every sensation under his feet clearly. He knew exactly where the curves and undulations were.

After walking for a long time, amidst the scent of rain and a faint fragrance, Fengxue suddenly stopped: "Miss Mu."

"Young Master Feng?"

"Is that Ningnuan Pavilion up ahead?"

Chen Muwan looked ahead and saw an exquisite octagonal pavilion not far away. At the foot of the pavilion's steps grew clusters of yellow daylilies in bloom. She smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Feng is very perceptive. This is indeed Ningnuan Pavilion."

Feng Xuese smiled and said, "I'm a little tired. Let's sit in Ningnuan Pavilion."

Chen Muwan held an umbrella, gazing at him from beneath it. The dim light of the day shone through the pale purple umbrella, casting a vibrant glow on her porcelain-white face, making her appear exceptionally beautiful.

She smiled gently and said, "Okay." She knew he was worried that she might not be able to keep up if they walked for too long, so he suggested they rest. She was secretly grateful for his thoughtfulness and consideration.

Ningnuan Pavilion has three steps. She put the bamboo basket aside and reached out to help him.

Feng Xuese couldn't see her movements; her figure simply floated lightly and swept into the pavilion.

Feeling slightly disappointed at dawn and dusk, I lifted my skirt and walked into the pavilion, where I closed my bamboo umbrella.

Maple Leaf stood with her hands behind her back, facing the vast lake. Her eyes were gently closed as she listened quietly to the soft patter of raindrops on the water, the crashing waves, the distant flapping of birds' wings as they skimmed across the surface, and the sounds of fish spitting out bubbles beneath the water…

The wind was a bit strong on the lake, and fine drizzle blew into the pavilion, like mist and smoke.

His black hair and snow-white robes fluttered in the wind, making him look like an immortal descended to earth, as if he were about to float away on the waves at any moment.

She gazed at his figure longingly from dawn till dusk, her heart filled with the yearning of a young girl.

Feng Xuese suddenly turned her head: "Miss Mu—"

Chen Muwan was suddenly startled, thinking he had seen through her thoughts. Her pale face instantly turned bright red: "I...you..."

Feng Xuese, still oblivious, slowly asked, "Miss Mu, has Shen Han's condition improved?"

"Oh? Oh!" Chen Muwan composed himself, feeling both relieved and disappointed. So he was asking about that Young Master Yan.

"Young Master Yan's limbs have been severely injured. If he takes good care of himself, he will be able to move freely in time. However, I dare not say whether his martial arts skills can be restored."

Although it was expected, Feng Xuese still sighed softly.

Chen Muwan asked, "Is there still no trace of Miss Zhu?"

Feng Xuese remained silent. After a long while, she shook her head slightly: "No."

"Miss Zhu—she'll be alright!"

Feng Xuese hummed in agreement, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. Without making any visible movement, she moved to Chen Muwan's side and put her arm around her waist.

Chen Muwan was shocked to learn that this usually polite gentleman would behave so rudely, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Excuse me!"

Feng Xuese reached out and accurately grasped the bamboo umbrella she had placed by the pavilion.

Chen Muwan was stunned for a moment when she saw the lake outside the pavilion suddenly churn with waves, and huge waves crashed down on the pavilion. She was frightened and cried out in surprise again.

Feng Xuese's brow twitched, and with a flick of her wrist in the wind, the bamboo umbrella suddenly opened.