The candlelight flickered in the hall, and the gilt candlesticks danced with dim light, spreading the shadows of the carved window lattice diagonally on the cold bluestone floor.
The night wind blew through the window screen, bringing a bit of coolness from the summer night, but it could not dissipate the ambiguous atmosphere that suddenly heated up in the dormitory.
Shen Zhi was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe. His long dark hair was loosely tied up with only a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell down on his smooth forehead. The clear and tall figure stands there, like a lonely pine under the moon, with an air of alienation and nobility that is not stained by the world. But the pair of deep black eyes were now focused on the woman in front of him, breaking the indifferent look of the past.
His thin lips opened slightly, and his magnetic and warm voice sounded slowly, with a hint of imperceptible melancholy, and the words fell clearly on Zhou Mumu's ears.
"I saved your life when you were little and gave you a living environment. Little guy, is this how you repay me?"
The words came out with a bit of questioning, but also a bit of helpless connivance.
Zhou Mumu raised her eyes to look at him, her heart beating uncontrollably, as if there was a deer running rampant inside her chest.
The man in front of him was Shen Zhi, the powerful national master.
Three years ago, she was living on the street, her life hanging by a thread. Shen Zhi passed by and stretched out his hand to pull her back from the edge of death. Afterwards, he placed her in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, provided her with food and clothing, taught her how to read and write, and gave her a place to settle down.
She remembered this life-saving and nurturing grace for many years.
But kindness belongs to kindness, but feelings have already faded away as we get along day after day.
