C11 (2/2)

In between the pavilions, Qu Jingxi was dressed in profound color, his long body was straight and straight. One of his hands was holding onto a folding fan, and occasionally, a cool breeze would blow by the lakeside, causing his ink-colored hair to fly up with the wind.

When he was in the room earlier, he had said all the good stuff, but he didn't hear Feng Xiwu's voice at all. The irritation in his heart rose as he smelled that her breathing was calmer, and once he left his room, he thought about what had happened with Lu Wanru, and also thought about how some people tried to stop him when he was trying to marry Feng Xiwu.

Since when did the person he wanted to marry have to be judged by others?

When had the person he cared about become so far away from him?

”Wu, have you really forgotten?”

After a long while, Qu Jingxi slowly said this sentence. It was very light and very soft, and it disappeared in the air along with the wind.

Suddenly, the distant sound of a zither could be heard, Qu Jingxi paused for a bit, and increased his pace, walking towards the Brook Pavilion.

The Brook Pavilion had named it after him and Feng Xiwu. To him, this was the home that he had prepared for Wu.

In the backyard, Feng Xiwu was wearing a light purple dress as she focused on playing with the zither. Waves of a cool breeze blew past and her purple skirt fluttered in the wind, like a butterfly fluttering in the wind.

”Wu.” Qu Jingxi impressively appeared in the middle of the forest, the zither music did not stop, but it had decreased in volume compared to before.

Zi Lan tactfully led the two servant girl s and left.

”Wu, did you remember?”

Qu Jingxi walked closer and hugged her from behind. He wrapped his arms around her abdomen, as if she were still his little girl.

Feng Xiwu's hands stopped moving, and the guqin's sound also stopped abruptly. The only things around him were the sound of the wind blowing, and Qu Jingxi's somewhat heavy breathing.

He seemed to be in pain.