He glanced at the tube rolling on the ground — half a month ago, he was still looking forward to this reply very much. His little Chang Geng just joyfully wished him a happy birthday the day before, and he'd left without bidding goodbye on the next.

That child thought excessively, he must have been very pained.

Gu Yun's hand was so thin that there was only one layer of skin left, green veins visible on the surface.

"Shiliu, take your medicine!"

“…… Don't move. Be careful not to burn yourself with the hot porridge! "

"Yifu, you are the best person to me in the world."

"I won't go, I have to practice my swordsmanship! Who will take care of you in the future if I don't learn well?"

"Yifu, don't come in until you have finished your noodles."

There were eggshells in that bowl of noodles which had been boiled to paste, similar to the bowl Shen Yi just put on the stove.

The stove slowly roasted the bottom of the bowl, and the subtle smell overflowed from the gap, like on the 16th day of the first month, in the quiet and freezing cold of the capital, the bowl that greeted him at the door.

Gu Yun's chest heaved violently several times. He suddenly struggled to get up, but his soft knees pulled his entire body to kneel on the ground. He dragged a Wind Slasher in the tent to use as a crutch and propped himself up, grabbing the tube that rolled far away. His hands that were devoid of strength shook violently, only after a while did he manage to open it.

Dear yifu,

Since you left, there are no relatives in the large capital city, there is only a piece of your armour accompanying me that I can talk to for comfort...

I have nothing beside me, only a piece of your shoulder armor.

The plum blossom in the manor is about to wither. I hope you saw the flower before you left. Otherwise, its heart will be in vain for another year. Even if it will bloom every year, it will not be the same as this one.

Northwest military affairs are plenty, I should not write to disturb you often, should I?

You must be very busy, perhaps you do not miss me... But I'm different.

The capital is so lonely. I have no one to miss except you.

Gu Yun's hands couldn't hold the light letter paper, the Wind Slasher fell to the ground with a 'clang'. The vibration of the metal spread far away, the frightened guards rushed in one after another.

That night, Gu Yun endured the pain and drank the bowl of noodle soup with the smell of blood. He did not vomit any more.