Ji Yunshu didn’t respond.
“You are planning to wait your whole life for a dead man who will not come back?”
The next moment, tears fell out of Ji Yunshu’s eyes, slowly flowing down her face. She tightly bite her lips until she was bleeding.
“That’s right, he is dead, you are not him.” Her voice was choked with emotion.
Su Ziluo coldly watched her. “So, you thought I was him.” He spoke.
“It’s my mistake. You both look similar.”
“I don’t know who that person is to you to make you so concerned and grieve over him.”
She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes. “An old friend who left for a place far away.”
Su Ziluo remained silent. He let go of the branch. It fell onto the bridge, swaying at the mercy of the cold wind, on the verge of being pushed off the bridge. He stared at the branch then spoke. “Since your old friend has left, why must you wait for him? Sometimes, the most tormenting thing isn’t the endless waiting, but the unwillingness to give up.”
“Urgh!” Her heart trembled.
The attendant returned, took the handles of the wheelchair and was about to push Su Ziluo away.
Su Ziluo’s sight fell on Ji Yunshu’s mask. His eyebrows wrinkled in a frown. “You might be someone with a story to tell, if one day we have the opportunity, I certainly must hear about it.”
Ji Yunshu chased a bit after him, then she stopped. ‘He isn’t Ji Pei! He is not!’ She convinced herself. They merely had the same face, but that’s merely his appearance. Their inner selves were different. She watched as he disappeared into the distance. Her heart gradually calmed down as their distance grew. After a while, she strode back with heavy steps, walking to the fallen branch, a gust of wind blew as she tried to grab onto it.
Unfortunately, all she grabbed onto was the empty air. The branch fell into the water and floated on the surface to a distant place. Suddenly, it felt as if all the time she waited for Ji Pei was a mere dream. She stood for a long time on that red bridge, letting the cold penetrated into her bones. Suddenly, everything became clear. Her vision blurred. She pondered for a moment, then quickly left. She quickly ran to the inn where Li Shiyan stayed.
Since Li Shiyan was given an ultimatum by Su Ziluo and was forced to return to Qujiang, he had nowhere else he could go. He couldn’t even secretly escape as the people watching over him had discovered him before he even reached the city gates and dragged him back.
In short, escape was pointless, obediently go back to Qujiang.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu arrived which shocked him, but he nevertheless welcomed her inside.
“Shu’er, what brings you here?” He called her “Shu’er” out of habit.
Ji Yunshu was had no time to correct him. She could hardly conceal her anxiety as she asked him. “You told me before that there’s a man called Su Ziluo who has an identical tassel as me, right?”
“Right!”
“Then, is he sitting on a wheelchair?”
“Yes!”
Li Shiyan answered her questions despite the puzzlement he had. He picked up his fan. “Why are you asking? Did you see him?” He asked.
She nodded. “So, is he from Qujiang?”
“Hmm!”
“Did he ever come to Great Lin?”