The somber moonlight of the night streams through the lattice window, shedding light into Room D-3!
Listening closely to the outside, an occasional howling cold wind passes by.
The window is made of coarse wooden bars, with three small eyes set in the center, each two inches square, not too large.
The window has one panel, covered with paper, best for shielding.
During winter, in order to receive more sunlight, a wide ventilation window is made, with a one-foot diameter hole and several lines wrapped around the middle, covered with paper to prevent wind and snow from breaking it.
On a simple bed, the man holds the woman tightly, unwilling to let go, with a face weary with stubble: "At that time, I didn’t know why."
"Young master, what you’re thinking now isn’t your desire. I can’t endure the life of having multiple wives and concubines either. Don’t think of trivial things, just focus on healing your leg."
In the darkness, Lu He’s autumn-water-like eyes gaze at his hazy face, and she resolutely refuses.
Her small hand struggles to push him away, keeping a distance!
The disparity in strength between men and women meant she couldn’t push away the young master with the crippled leg.
Or perhaps, she was reluctant to push him away~
The woman’s words also made the man doubt himself, as if in the absence of alternatives, he could only like the steadfast and unfaltering her?
Yet, another voice inside answered doubtingly, making him understand his feelings.
"Given the situation, I can’t refute your words, what you said indeed holds truth. Apart from you, there’s no one willing to stay by my side. In Xuan City, when you were bullied, if you had delayed speaking for a moment, even if I fell off the carriage, I would still crawl to save you."
The man’s hoarse voice spoke softly, like a traveler lost in the desert longing for rain.
’If you had delayed speaking for a moment’ refers to the instance when Lu He’s sleeve was torn, feigning surrender.
Turns out, at that time, the young master’s eyes were bloodshot, ready to save her even if he fell off the carriage.
The shaft of the carriage was over five feet close to six feet from the ground, ordinary girls used a stool to get on and off the carriage. A sturdy girl doesn’t need a stool, she climbs up directly, while women skilled in martial arts can leap onto it, martial arts masters fly onto it effortlessly~
(Six feet: 138 cm. One foot=23 cm, reportedly: a man of eight feet is considered the standard height, which is 1.82 m.)
For a person whose legs cannot move, falling from a carriage over five feet close to six feet high would definitely result in a bloodied head.
Fearing, that without rescuing someone first, he’d die from the fall~
She lowered her head and nestled close to his chest, silent and contemplative, his body emanating an inexplicably pleasant scent, the legendary man’s aroma?
Zhao Jun didn’t need her response, his tone was calm as he continued narrating: "After you were taken away, all my desires and thoughts vanished instantly, the only light extinguished, and tears flowed as if they cost nothing. When my face was slashed with a knife, blood splattered across my face, continuously flowing, even into my eyes, blinding me."
"When forcibly fed with mute medicine, a fire seemed to burn in my throat, making it impossible to cough out, while the murderers around taunted me."
"The sensation of a poisoned needle stabbing into my knee and then breaking it was worse than death."
"My tears were beyond my control, a few drops fell, not because I wanted to cry, but as a natural bodily response. When my parents left me, although I felt sorrowful, not a drop of tear fell. Do you know how many tears I shed when you were taken away?"
"I fell into despair, feeling as if the sky was collapsing. I regressed to the state when you found me at Yandang Mountain, with nothing in the world left for me to cherish, not even the notion of seeing Divine Doctor Xiao, or going to Capital City, meant anything anymore."