Zhai Yumo left the study and returned to his room.
After closing the door, he glanced around at the slightly messy space and decided to tidy it up himself. However, halfway through, he felt overwhelmed and weak. His condition worsened, his chest heaving as his face turned pale.
Zhai Yumo pressed his lips together, a self-mocking smile appearing on his face. "I can't even handle something this simple..."
"How useless..."
He slowly walked toward the bed, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea from the pot on the table. His long, thin fingers, with prominent joints, grasped the teacup. He sipped the tea, and the anxious, breathless feeling inside him eased a little. The calmness in his eyes was replaced by coldness.
Crash!
He suddenly threw the teacup aside. The once gentle and refined youth now had a dark, fierce expression. The tenderness he usually displayed had vanished, replaced by something terrifying.
Yes, he was jealous.
Jealous of Shen Xingzhou. Jealous that he could do whatever he wanted.
Even though Shen's family was unfortunate and his childhood was painful, Zhai Yumo still envied him.
He envied Shen for being able to travel freely and achieve everything he wanted through his own efforts.
He was jealous of the interesting friends Shen had made along the way.
Why did he have to live with this body?
Suddenly, Zhai Yumo recalled what Lu Yuan had said: "If your body isn't well, just stay home and rest..."
Why should he?
Why should he, Zhai Yumo, be forced to rest despite having so much ambition?
Was he destined to spend his whole life as just a grandson of the Zhai family?
Zhai Zhengkun's son?
Zhai Jiu's nephew?
Zhai Zhengkun, the eighth in the Zhai family, stationed at the border with a well-known name. Zhai Jiu, even more famous, was widely recognized in Beijing.
No matter how renowned they were...
He wanted people to know him, to remember his name, Zhai Yumo—not because of others, but because he was himself.
He thought about the two people surnamed Fu, who had come with Shen Xingzhou last time, and the missions Shen had completed that Lu Yuan had told him about.
Such interesting people, such fascinating experiences.
They all had their own friends, their own stories.
But him? He was just... someone with the surname Zhai.
"Master Yumo, are you alright...?"
Hearing the sound of breaking, a guard came to the door and knocked, concerned.
Zhai Yumo quickly composed himself and responded calmly, "I'm fine. I just accidentally broke a teacup. Come in and clean it up."
Someone entered, cleaned up the shattered cup, refilled the teapot, and left again.
In mere moments, the young man returned to his usual demeanor, picked up a book from the table, and began reading.
...
The earth, which had slept through winter, was awakening. Frozen ground thawed, ice melted, and streams began to flow once more.
Spring had arrived, and life was returning in abundance.
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