She looked at the sky. If they didn’t go cut the bamboo now, there wouldn’t be time to weave. She called out loudly to the bedroom: “Shaoxuan, are you still going?”

“……” No one answered her.

“If you’re not going, I’ll go first and be back soon.” With that, she picked up the large back-basket on the stone table and hurried off. Suddenly remembering something, her footsteps paused slightly as she swept her gaze over the trees outside: “Sorry to trouble you, Miss Qing.”

“……” Still, no one responded to her.

The corner of Si Qingyu’s eye twitched. For the first time, she felt she looked a bit stupid.

However, she thought this Miss Qing’s personality was just like that. She probably heard it too. Si Qingyu quickened her pace and left the courtyard with the large back-basket on her back.

It wasn’t until the courtyard door closed that the bedroom door opened from the inside. The man’s face was as gloomy as the weather, his eyes staring intently at the courtyard entrance. In the end, he still snorted coldly and followed out.

In the depths of the woods, Si Qingyu stood in front of a sturdy bamboo plant, looking it up and down before nodding secretly. Mm, this one would be enough.

“Umm……” Si Qingyu looked back at the surrounding air: “Miss Qing, have you arrived?”

As soon as she finished speaking, she spotted a black shadow beside her out of the corner of her eye, appearing silently.

Even though she was used to it, Si Qingyu’s heart couldn’t help but thump. Appearing and disappearing like this was really quite frightening.

She had Qingmo cut down the bamboo and split it into sections, placing them in the large back-basket to make it easier to carry. Qingmo’s gaze was cold as she watched the woman organizing the bamboo, her eyes slowly shifting to the pale purple figure hidden among the bamboo not far away.

Reaching out, she easily lifted the back-basket that the woman was struggling with and walked in front of her, passing her. Even her straight back appeared exceptionally cold and aloof.

Si Qingyu was slightly stunned as the weight on her body lightened. She felt a bit embarrassed and caught up, scratching her chin and looking at her gratefully: “Thank you, Miss Qing.”

The black-clothed woman glanced at her coldly, her movement extremely subtle and inconspicuous as she nodded.

The two walked without conversation.

When they returned to the courtyard, the door was still tightly closed. Si Qingyu sighed, picked up a small knife, and began to split the bamboo, cutting it into thin strips and weaving them by crossing the strips.

Weaving medicine baskets was taught to her by Mother Si. Mother Si taught her everything she knew without reservation, and she also listened obediently and learned earnestly. Mother Si often praised her for being different from other children, more sensible and obedient than them.

Yes, because the soul in this body was already mature. Naturally, she understood her hardships and difficulties and only wanted to work hard to make her happy.

Thinking of this, Si Qingyu’s eyes became a bit sore, and her gaze became even gentler.

It wasn’t until a warmth pressed against her back that Si Qingyu woke up from her memories in a daze. The man bent over and tightly pressed against her back, his voice gentle: “What are you thinking about?”

Si Qingyu rubbed her sore eyes: “No-nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Luo Shaoxuan’s jade fingers moved to her waist and pinched hard.

“Hiss!” Si Qingyu sucked in a painful breath and moved her side away.

“Hmph.” Only after hearing the woman’s pained cry did Luo Shaoxuan’s anger subside a little. He released the tender flesh at her waist, and his arms tightly wrapped around her.

This person came back but didn’t even know to go back to the room to coax him, leaving him there and ignoring him, truly hateful.

Obviously, he was very easy to coax.

Si Qingyu used one hand to rub her aching waist, helplessly turning her head to look at him: “What’s wrong with you again?”

Luo Shaoxuan pouted his red lips and snorted coldly, sitting down beside her. He rested his head on her shoulder, looking at the bamboo strips in her hands: “What are you doing?”

“Medicine baskets.” Si Qingyu’s hands didn’t stop, earnestly weaving.

What’s so good about doing this? Luo Shaoxuan raised his eyes to glance at her serious face, and couldn’t help feeling sulky again. Why wasn’t she this serious when it came to him!

He leaned on her shoulder gloomily, watching her fair hands deftly shuttle between the bamboo strips, which made him feel a bit sleepy for a moment.

Luo Shaoxuan covered his mouth with his wide sleeve and let out a small yawn. He leaned on her shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes as a slight tremor came from his arms.

The sound of even breathing came from beside her ear. Si Qingyu slightly turned her head to look at the person on her shoulder, and her hand movements slowed down a bit.

Except for the rustling sound of the cool breeze blowing through the trees, there was nothing else in the woods. The two people in the courtyard leaned against each other. The woman was focused on weaving the bamboo strips in her hands, but her movements were not as swift as before, appearing a bit careful. Occasionally, she would also lower her eyes to look at the man sleeping on her shoulder.

They leaned on each other, from knowing each other to loving each other.

……

When Luo Shaoxuan woke up, Si Qingyu had just finished weaving the last medicine basket. She used her free left hand to pinch her stiff neck, but was replaced by a pair of slightly warm hands.

Si Qingyu turned her head to look at the man with hazy eyes: “You’re awake.”

“Mm.” Luo Shaoxuan’s voice was slightly hoarse. He swept a glance at the table: “All done?”

“Mm, I only wove ten in total. I’ll take a few to the clinic later.” As she spoke, she raised her hands high and stretched lazily, then patted the hand massaging her shoulders. She looked up at Luo Shaoxuan standing there: “Are you still sleepy? If not, you can go back to the room to rest first. I’ll call you when the meal is ready later.”

The man standing behind her shook his head lightly, lowering his eyes and looking at her with a dazed gaze. He spoke softly: “Ziliang……”

“Hm?” Si Qingyu was tidying up the miscellaneous items on the table, stacking the baskets one by one and putting them aside. Seeing the person behind her not speaking for a long time, she turned her head to look, but he covered her eyes with one hand.

Si Qingyu, whose eyes were covered for no reason, was speechless. This person woke up from a nap and became abnormal again, didn’t he? “Um…… Shaoxuan, what are you doing?”

Luo Shaoxuan stared at her, panting slightly. For a moment just now, he actually wanted to tell her everything, wanted to ask her if she would still treat him as well as she did now even if he had done such things.

Thoughts surged towards him like tidal waves. He thought he must have gone mad.

If she knew, she would definitely leave him, would not want him.

He lowered his head and bit hard on her delicate neck, only slowly releasing her when he heard her pained voice. His forehead still pressed against her shoulder, gritting his teeth tightly, his eyes a deep crimson.

Si Qingyu was still a bit angry for being bitten by him again for no reason, but was frightened by his slightly trembling body. Si Qingyu pushed his body away a bit and looked at him with concern: “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m cold……” Luo Shaoxuan lowered his eyes and said softly.

Si Qingyu grabbed his hand and pressed the back of his hand against his face. It was indeed terribly cold. Did he catch a chill just now from sleeping against her for a while?

She led him back to the bedroom, had him lie on the bed, and covered him with the silk quilt. One hand held his wrist, gently stroking his pale face with heartache: “Are you still cold?”

“…… Mm.”

Si Qingyu furrowed her brows. Her slender fingers pressed on his wrist, but his pulse was very steady. Strange. She pulled the silk quilt higher for him: “You sleep here for a while first. I’ll go make something warm for your stomach.”

Luo Shaoxuan stared at her with deep eyes and slowly nodded. When she withdrew from the bedroom, he exposed his blood-soaked hand from under the silk quilt and took the silk handkerchief beside him to slowly wipe his palm clean.