Repairing the Past

Chapter 44

Snow covered the night sky. The cold pile was rising on each side of the building. The cold pavilion increasingly painted a sense of sunyinya as it was buried in chunks of ice that fell from the black horizon.

The breath of the clear woman sitting on the edge of the cot let out a small vapor. Sometimes he rubbed his hands together to find warmth at the end of his fingers that began to freeze cold.

Occasionally his irises noticed the figure of the man still lying unconscious on his bed. Fix the thick blanket that wrapped the man's body and bring the warmers closer around the cots.

The door was knocked and Xier appeared with a tray of two bowls of soup and a bowl of tonic.

"Said uncle, miss can do acupuncture if Mo's bodyguards finish drinking the tonic. " Say Xier while putting the bowl over the small fireplace on the table.

"I know. You can come back." Chu Yao's reply was short accompanied by the servant's departure.

Chu Yao walked towards the table and sat down on one of the chairs. His gaze was on the soup that Xier had brought just now. His fingers stirred the soup with a blank look.

His subconscious had returned to Uncle Tong's explanation a few hours ago.

"The poison seems to have arisen as a result of Mo Yan's unstable mind and physique. It should be that the effects of the poison will appear for more than a year. I can only suppress the poison with tonic and acupuncture."

"Is there no medicine that can cure Mo Yan, uncle?"

"Eitherway. My knowledge is limited. However, in the Empire's medical scriptures there was a plant that could cure various diseases. If not wrongly named the leaf of eternal light. The plant propagates in the soil or damp objects. Only in the form of leaves consisting of three to seven leaves, and uniquely this plant will emit light if exposed directly to human blood."

"just.. " Uncle Tong paused and involuntarily scratched his non-itchy temple, "... This plant is very rare. Very hard to find. Most healers say if the plant is just a fantasy plant that someone writes. Not completely having a being in the real world."

Chu Yao silently listened. The still pale look on his face made the old man in front of him take the initiative to check on him. But Chu Yao did not. He was busy thinking.

And in the end, the old man left secretly. Leaving Chu Yao with a clump in his mind.

Up to a few hours later.

The girl did not get out of her seat again. His gaze seemed to lock the motion of the personal guard who was lying limp on the bed.

Chu Yao massaged her throbbing forehead.

The matter of the poison removal that Mo Yan had done without his knowledge had made his heart ache. The mixed feelings become one.

Getting angry? Of course he wants to be angry!

But doing an impingement is just a futile thing. After all, everything had happened and Mo Yan was now unconscious from Shu Xian's poison.

Chu Yao's hands clenched and her lips tightly clenched. His head was bowed to withstand the turmoil of taste that had made him a prolonged dilemma.

Why is it that at the crucial moment, the last seconds have to happen something unexpected?

Is it sinful to be with the man she wants? To the extent that there is not the slightest pause from the test that the heavens give.

Mo Yan nodded slowly. Marking the peak of his consciousness had been in the real world.

Chu Yao moved closer. Slowly the man's eyes opened.

"Slowly."

Chu Yao helped Mo Yan sit on the bed and immediately took out a bowl of soup that was still warm.

"Eat this soup first before you drink that bitter tonic!"

Mo Yan obediently. He took the bowl of soup in Chu Yao's hand and ate it without commenting.

Without much delaying the time, Chu Yao again thrust out a tonic to Mo Yan. And again the bitter tonic was spent without the slightest rebuttal.

"Close your eyes! Focus your internal energy! I'll do acupuncture on some part of your body." Clearly Chu Yao while preparing a row of needles on the table.

There was a sense of awkwardness when Mo Yan opened his upper shirt and set the position. But the feeling instantly disappeared as he did some meditation movements until finally sitting quietly with all the internal energy that had been centered.

Chu Yao swiftly stuck the acupuncture needles one by one on Mo Yan's body.

Deep down, Chu Yao was extremely grateful to have learned acupuncture from Uncle Tong. At least he can save someone if in a desperate situation.

However, he never thought that the knowledge he learned was the first time he practiced it on people he loved so much.

Everything is beyond prediction. It seemed that Chu Yao was too arrogant as she considered all things she could anticipate. Just because he had repeated his life then he had a big head and forgot the land.

His fingers trembled to remove the needles from Mo Yan's bruised body and placed them back into the open acupuncture needle depository on the table.

Silence rules both. Only the sound of embers devouring each other warmed the situation. And snowdrops that rub against each other with the roof to create a distinctive sound that only exists in winter.

Chu Yao still turned her back to Mo Yan. As if not assuming the existence of that man there. He opened the closet, took out a thick coat and put it on.

Instead of being installed neatly, it actually fell on the floor due to a sudden body blow. Chu Yao bowed in restraining the sudden cough that came.

Mo Yan reflexively got up and held the female body within the grasp of his hand.

This time it was the young man's turn to be stunned. Her irises of eyes caught the pale face that was highlighted by the candlelight. Not just a reflection effect, the beautiful figure is now really in a condition that almost resembles the white of cotton.

Anxiety overcame the ego of the personal bodyguard. Finally he opened his mouth and asked about the condition of the woman.

"Are you sick?"

His rough palm automatically stuck to Chu Yao's forehead. There was no sign of fever there.

"I'm fine. You're the one who should be resting here.."

Mo Yan held back as Chu Yao was about to get up. The young man did not speak. Only inching took a thick blanket and covered the woman's body to the limit of the neck.

Without saying a word, the man sat on the edge of the cot. Creasing eyebrows in a closed position.

"What's wrong with you? Shouldn't I be the one who's angry, why is it that right now your face looks like someone who's on blood?"

Despite feeling guilty yet Mo Yan remained petrified. He chose to suppress his anxiety by silencing his mouth for as long as possible.

Chu Yao did not know what Mo Yan was thinking. He tried not to quarrel with the stubborn man.

"Come here! Lie down next to me!" Chu Yao's orders simultaneously scattered the thick blanket that covered her body.

Mo Yan did not heed the orders. The flat-faced young man was suddenly awkward with the employer's instructions being so explicit.

"There are a few important things I would like to talk to you about in private. And it would drain my energy if I had to raise my head just for the sake of looking at that handsome, blue face of yours. "

There was no choice, Mo Yan was forced to follow orders. He locked the door and immediately entered the blanket.

Now the young man was lying on his back with both hands over his abdominal cavity. The corner of his eye found Chu Yao's hand pulling out something behind the belt he was wearing.

The woman thrust a sachet-colored turquoise bag with a rough lotus flower embroidery on it.

"This is the first time I've made this kind of freak. I heard that the girls in the capital will give it to someone who is considered valuable in his life.. " Obviously Chu Yao clumsily and flushed in embarrassment.

"I originally wanted to give this in return for the hairpin you gave me but it seems that this silly thing is not at all appropriate in conjunction with the beauty of the hairpin. If I could throw it away as long as it is invisible to me. I'm pretty self-conscious if the embroidery is like a swan's scratch. Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing! Better just give it back!"

Mo Yan nimbly kept that sachet bag out of Chu Yao's reach. A wide smile adorned the lips of the symmetrical-faced man.

"You gave it to me means it's mine. Something that's been given can't be taken back."

"That's really ugly."

"I don't think so. This stitching and embroidery is very unique. Did you make any sachet bags other than this?"

Chu Yao shook her head.

"Something can be said to be ugly if there is a comparison. And the comparison only applies if the person is the one who makes other things as comparison material. Didn't you just make this sachet bag as your only work?"

"It's just ugly." Chu Yao muttered while covering part of her face with a blanket.

To him Mo Yan was just trying to comfort him. Seen from any angle it was still the ugliest sachet pocket he had ever seen in two lifetimes.

'I regret giving it to Mo Yan! Absolutely disgraceful!' Inner Chu Yao.

The other was with Mo Yan. The young man looked happy. The curved corners of her lips had described a feeling of happiness.

He even flipped through the object many times with a feeling of satisfaction and eventually slipped it to the side in the clothes he was wearing.

"thank you. I really like the gift." Mo Yan said in a light kiss on Chu Yao's forehead.

The woman snuggled. Immerse yourself in Mo Yan's arms carefully. He did not want the bruise on the man's body to be painful when he came into contact with it.

And it seemed that Mo Yan was aware of the girl's anxious feelings. He stroked and inhaled the delicate scent of Chu Yao's hair.

"rest. You don't look well. Tomorrow I'll call uncle to check on your condition."

"no need. I'll be fine after sleeping long enough."

"alright. I'll keep you company until you open your eyes tomorrow."

Mo Yan stopped arguing and Chu Yao did not want to extend the conversation.

Both of them chose to close their eyes. Trying to sleep or rather pretending to sleep.

In fact, the two men realized that each had a suspicious behavior.

No one dared to discuss the matter of a fight today. Not because they do not understand, but actually really understand the purpose of the fight.

They don't want to start a conversation that ultimately leads to only one conclusion. That's farewell.

Each other realizes that all the consequences, even the worst, will happen if they insist on being together.

'After all these conflicts are over, I must immediately return to Alorra and prepare myself as best I can. I will return to pick you up with a new status that the Emperor will not be able to refuse even once.'

Such was Mo Yan's inner voice.

The young man had prepared his own plan in full calculation.

The other was with Chu Yao. The girl fought in his mind. He instead planned a new plan to keep Mo Yan away from the internal conflicts he was facing.

No one knows the plan but themselves. And the plan will definitely run after the marriage of the stepbrother was implemented.