Falling Dreams of Fang Hua ✔

Chapter 47 (Part 2)

My world was pitch-black.

Silence surrounded me, broken by the occasional breeze whistling past. The noises made by the bamboo screens were also pleasing to the ear...

My mind was a mess, and I wanted to open my eyes but lacked the strength. The numbness in my back felt like countless ants crawling past my body. It felt as if I was slowly coming back to life, and only now did I realize I was lying on something very hard, not a cushioned bed but a bamboo plank one.

There was no scent of incense in the room, but something pure and fresh. The sweet and pleasant scent of bamboo couldn't help but relax me. Abruptly, the sound of a bird pecking grains came from a corner, jarring in contrast with the wind-swept bamboo curtains and the poetic charm of the current situation. I frowned a little.

...where was I?

"...Shào'er[1], you have to eat more."

A male voice spoke, warm and soft, with a lightness that rose above the dust of this world.

My foggy mind was completely blank, but my stomach reverted back to its state in the bamboo woods, when I'd first set eyes on him. The stunning figure of the white-robed man was enough to make my heart palpitate. I suppressed my thoughts and was met with a remarkable silence. In the corner, there was the sound of porcelain, and the heightened noise of the bird pecking at its grain grew in enthusiasm.

A light laugh rose in the air before fading as someone placed a porcelain plate on the ground. That man's voice softened, and seemed to turn more lonely. "Look at you. You don't learn good habits from other people, but got into the habit of being lazy and enjoying food instead..."

Who?

I really wanted to open my eyes, but had no energy. But right at this moment, a pair of hands came down to gently arrange my covers. I could only remain in my nest of a bed as I continued listening. Time seemed to have stopped, leaving nothing but the sound of the wind...

He seemed to stay at the foot of my bed for a long time, almost enough for me to forget he was there until he spoke. "Shào'er, when do you think she'll wake up?"

I had a guess that Shào'er was the name of his bird. How could animals talk with humans? Of course, nobody answered him. Abruptly, a soft, wing-like object swept across my face, swishing until my cheeks felt numb. I couldn't decide whether the sensation was itchy or painful.

It seemed to be the bird. Pah, it had no manners. I gave a small frown.

"Shào'er, don't cause trouble." There was the sound of rustling clothes, followed by footsteps. It was abruptly followed by muffled coughing above me, as if the person was trying hard to hold it in.

"Yifu, yifu wear more clothes when the weather's cold."

Yifu? There was actually someone raising a parrot who called him his foster father? What an eccentric. He didn't speak, but his breath drew closer and closer to me before I felt him lifting my head. A stream of cool spring water flowed into my mouth, and I unconsciously demanded for more.

Something's not right, what's this soft and warm feeling? What was he using to feed me? Was it...mouth to mouth?!

No way. Before I could react, he carefully laid me back onto the bed, where I lay in shock...

"Shào'er said it right. The weather's getting colder." he murmured to himself. I could hear him taking a seat and breathing lightly. "The weary bird longed for its nest and finally came home." As he finished speaking, a pair of hands came to rest on my bed and properly tuck me in.