CHAPTER 54: 54: A THOUSAND FEET HIGH TREE, LEAVES FALL BACK TO THE ROOT (3)_1

In the town, this place was precisely where Liang Shujun rented a room.

Shu Yu lay on the wooden bed, dressed in a white tunic with his black hair unbound, spilling over the pillow. His figure was lean, and now he lay with his eyes closed, resting, but his pallid lips made his complexion appear extremely poor.

Suddenly, he coughed loudly, his throat felt itchy, then he quickly opened his eyes, turned his upper body towards the edge of the bed, pressed against his chest, and spat out a mouthful of thin blood.

"Shu Yu?" Big brother Zhichen rushed into the room, and upon seeing this scene, quickly picked up a cup of water, helped Shu Yu to lean on his chest, and let Shu Yu take a couple of sips.

Shu Yu said weakly, "Big brother, I miss home..."

He rested against his big brother’s shoulder, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in pain.

Such a beautiful person as he, even just furrowing his brows, was enough to evoke pity.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his face was completely serene.

"Trees may grow a thousand feet tall, but leaves must return to their roots. Big brother, I know my time is short."

Zhichen’s eyes felt scratchy.

"There must be... there must be a way."

Shu Yu chuckled lightly, "One journey through this world, nobody escapes birth, age, illness, and death, and I, I’m just leaving a bit earlier than others."

Zhichen suddenly clenched his fists. At last, after a long moment, Zhichen said hoarsely, "Let’s talk about this in a few days, your body needs to recover in town first, once you’ve gotten a little better, then going back won’t be too late."

Shu Yu remained silent.

Big brother was just deceiving himself.

He knew, there was no getting better, and a few days later would be the same.

He could not possibly recover.

"Big brother, take me back home... Even if I really have to die, I do not want to die here, I want to go back, see Haoming, see Yue Ning, and Yixuan..."

He wanted to go home, wanted to see his brothers a bit more.

Because if he didn’t go back now, if he didn’t take another glance, he was afraid that he never would...

He wouldn’t be able to return, nor see them again...

...

Dong Huiying got frivolous as soon as she entered the mountains; she particularly loved these places with mountains and water. Even though it was early spring and many parts of the mountain were bare, with only a few spots where you could see some grass shoots, she was still very happy.

With a light heart, Dong Huiying even started to sing a short tune.

"NanLv Yinzi•Full River Red," this is the story of Yang Yuhuan and Li Longji. The favored concubine, Yang Yuhuan, was adored with unparalleled favoritism, but eventually became a victim of political sacrifice. "A graceful eyebrow’s toss, dead before the charge of horses"—whether true love in the mortal world cannot withstand cruel reality, or whether love was not strong enough, in the end, it no longer matters.

But after singing a bit, she felt it wasn’t quite right; the song was too sad, so she decided to switch to another.

Not far away, the man saw the girl hopping and skipping, her joyfulness overflowing. On his usually cold and expressionless face, a puzzled look unexpectedly emerged.

She is happy?

Why is she happy?

She was clearly hurt, had endured being beaten with a large plank, yet why was she still able to smile so carefree?

Haoming was utterly mystified by this.

Just then, a plump and snowy white bundle hopped to Haoming’s feet. Haoming slightly lowered his head, meeting a pair of red eyes.

It was a rabbit, a chubby snow-white rabbit.

"Liang Haoming?"

Dong Huiying had been walking ahead for quite some time, but noticing that the man hadn’t followed, she turned around, puzzled.

Then, she saw the reserved and taciturn man staring down at a rabbit.

Haoming slowly raised his head, gave her a glance, and then leisurely bent down, very carefully picking up the chubby rabbit.

He stroked the rabbit’s forehead, his technique quite practiced.

Dong Huiying’s eyes widened.

Hmm?

She looked at the tall, cold-faced man, then at the rabbit in his arms that seemed to be enjoying itself as it squinted its red eyes.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered seeing a small cat with Haoming back in the town before...

This man...

She blinked hard.

Could it be that he really likes these small animals?

Or, perhaps, these little creatures are particularly fond of him?