Floating clouds, floating clouds
A little, a little, the persimmon was at her fingertips but she couldn't grasp it. She exerted herself and suddenly the sky and earth turned upside down. Her whole body along with the wheelchair flipped over the stone steps. The heavy wheelchair crashed against her, making her dizzy and disoriented, and she fell into the muddy water...
Covered in mud and water, her whole body aching and wet, she suddenly saw a pair of purple embroidered cloud shoes appear before her eyes, with the fluttering hem slowly reflected in her pupils.
She strained her neck to look sideways, and saw her "ex-husband", the third prince Wu Mingyuan standing with his hands behind his back on the stone steps not far away, wearing a luxurious purple robe, jade pendant, that handsome face...
She furrowed her brow, why did this scene seem a bit familiar? Thinking about it, didn't she also crawl up and look up at him like that the day she crossed over? He was still as high and mighty as he was back then!
She looked at him and he also looked at her, one standing and the other crawling on the ground. The accumulated water on the ground was very cold, and her clothes were all wet in front, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She didn't speak and he didn't open his mouth either, they just stared at each other strangely like that.
The perspective is a bit distorted, and Wu Mingyuan's beautiful facial features are also somewhat deformed. Xiao Zongrong first shifted his gaze away, one hand pushing the wheelchair that was pressing down on him, but he didn't use enough force, and the wheelchair slammed into his leg, causing stars to burst in front of his eyes.
Leg pain means there's still hope, no sensation is what's scary. She gritted her teeth and pushed the wheelchair open again, struggling to sit up.
Still sitting in the mud and water, her predicament hadn't changed much. She tried twice but couldn't get the wheelchair back upright to sit back down, so she gave up.
While doing all this, she felt Wu Mingyuan's gaze following her. She furrowed her brow, how much longer would he stay at this station? Don't tell her that he suddenly had a change of heart and felt a little moved by her, wanting to take her back with him?
"You're still as stubborn as when you were a kid..."
Wu Mingyuan suddenly spoke up, his eyes somewhat dazed, as if he had recalled a distant past. In a low, mournful tone, he said: "Do you still remember? That year during the Dragon Boat Festival, you and your older brother fought over zongzi, and he was injured by you. Father was furious, and ordered you to apologize, or else you would be punished by being forced to eat that plate of zongzi... You stubbornly chose to eat that plate of zongzi instead, and then lay in bed for many days, rather than say a word of apology..."
His eyes met hers and he suddenly became angry: "You can't even stand up by yourself, why don't you just ask for help?"
Rong Rong grabbed zongzi? I bet it's for him again! Otherwise, how could he possibly remember?!
Xiao looked at him calmly and indifferently, raising the corner of his mouth sarcastically: "Third Highness, are you trying to make me beg you? But... I don't think I need to ask for anything from you. I find sitting on the ground quite comfortable... I think this fallen persimmon is sweeter, I'd like to sit here and eat it, do I still need your permission?"
She picked up a persimmon beside her, casually wiped it on her clothes, and took a big bite. It was really sweet, the juice of the ripe persimmon spread immediately in her mouth, making her feel even hungrier.
After eating a few persimmons, she demonstratively licked the juice on her lips, without thinking about the sensuality of this action, and looked away to find ripe persimmons nearby.
In the face of hunger, a man's reputation and wealth are but fleeting clouds...
Wu Mingyuan looked at her and picked up another persimmon, biting into it as if nothing was wrong. His face turned iron-gray, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists...
