Snow Color

Time passed slowly, and the years were peaceful. Zhiruo saw that it was still early, so she wrote a letter to Song Qingshu, saying that she would also keep the appointment. Then, she leisurely mounted her horse and slowly set off on her journey.

Along the way, Zhiruo enjoyed the picturesque scenery along the way. Occasionally, when she encountered something that made her unhappy, she would help without hesitation. In this way, time passed quickly, and when Song Qingshu received Zhiruo's letter, he was full of joy and looked forward to her early arrival.

Finally, when all the six major sects had arrived and were discussing the attack on Guangmingding, Zhiruo finally arrived. Song Qingshu saw Zhiruo riding a horse from afar and was overjoyed. He hurriedly said goodbye to his sixth uncle Yin Liting and rushed towards Zhiruo impatiently.

"Hey, Qingshu." Yin Liting was about to speak when he saw Song Qingshu rushing out like an arrow. He couldn't help but feel very surprised because he had never seen Song Qingshu act so impulsively.

At this time, before Zhiruo had time to reach the foot of Wudang Mountain, she heard someone calling her name from afar. She raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that the person coming was indeed Song Qingshu. So, Zhiruo jumped off the horse lightly, holding the reins in her hand, and gave a gentle smile to Song Qingshu who was walking towards her.

"Zhiruo, you're here." Song Qingshu walked forward quickly, unable to suppress his excitement, and called out the name that he had been thinking about day and night. However, when he actually walked in front of Zhiruo, he suddenly became a little speechless, as if his throat was stuck, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.

"Yeah." Zhiruo stared at Song Qingshu in front of her quietly. Her beautiful face looked even more charming under the sunlight, like a blooming flower, intoxicating and unable to extricate herself.

Song Qingshu hurriedly brought the horse over and led Zhiruo to where the Wudang Sect was located.

Yin Liting watched from a distance as his nephew ran to a woman in blue and brought the woman forward. He looked at Qingshu and shook his head secretly, sighing in his heart: "Alas, this kid, it seems that he is completely trapped."

Zhiruo and Song Qingshu walked slowly, their figures looking particularly slender in the sunlight. The trees on both sides of the road stood quietly, as if they were also feeling the tranquility. The two walked along the way, always keeping silent, and no one broke the silence.

Song Qingshu wanted to speak several times, but he swallowed the words back. He really didn't know where to start, and his heart was full of entanglement and anxiety. So, he had to take advantage of Zhiruo's inattention and secretly glance at her from the corner of his eye. However, all this could not escape Zhiruo's keen insight. She had already noticed Song Qingshu's gaze, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

Finally, Zhiruo took the initiative to break the deadlock and said softly: "I came here just to do my best to see if there is anything I can do to help." Her voice was as clear and pleasant as the sound of nature, which made people intoxicated.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu quickly responded, "Zhiruo, it's great that you can come! This place is full of masters from all major sects, so there is no need to worry about safety. If you feel tired, you can take a rest first."

Zhiruo nodded slightly to show her agreement. Then she said, "That's great. I will go and greet all the seniors first." After hearing this, Song Qingshu led Zhiruo towards Song Yuanqiao's residence.

When they arrived at their destination, Song Yuanqiao was in the room. When he saw Song Qingshu leading Zhiruo in, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by a friendly smile. He stood up, walked forward, and asked, "Qingshu, who is this girl..."

"Dad, this is my best friend whom I met while traveling, Zhou Zhiruo." Song Qingshu introduced the woman beside him to his father with a smile.

Zhou Zhiruo walked lightly to Song Yuanqiao, bowed, and said softly, "Junior Zhou Zhiruo, hello to Hero Song."

Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly, waved his hand with a smile, and said, "Miss Zhou, you are too polite. Please stand up quickly. I wonder why you are here this time, Miss Zhou?"

Zhou Zhiruo raised her head and answered with a firm gaze, "I have heard rumors about the six major sects besieging Guangmingding for a long time. I am quite worried. I have come here specially, hoping to do my part."

After hearing this, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but burst into laughter and praised Zhou Zhiruo highly: "Miss Zhou really cares about the world, which is admirable. However, many sects have already participated in this encirclement and suppression operation, and I believe it will be successful in one fell swoop. If you are interested, you can just watch the battle here."

Zhiruo thanked Song Yuanqiao gratefully and said that she would follow his instructions. Then, Song Yuanqiao arranged for his servants to take Zhiruo to rest.

Song Qingshu took the initiative to take Zhiruo to the prepared room. Along the way, he asked Zhiruo if she was tired from the journey and told her to have a good rest. After entering the room, Song Qingshu carefully made the bed for Zhiruo, and then said gently: "Zhiruo, you should take a rest first. If you need anything, just let me know."

Zhiruo nodded happily and responded softly, "Thank you, Brother Song, for your concern." Song Qingshu looked at the charming Zhou Zhiruo in front of him, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, but he swallowed the words when they came to his lips. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and left, leaving Zhou Zhiruo alone in the room.

Zhiruo silently watched Song Qingshu's back as he walked away, with an indescribable emotion welling up in her heart. She slowly turned around, walked into the room, and gently closed the door, as if she wanted to isolate herself from all the disturbances from the outside world.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhiruo's thoughts gradually drifted back to the moment she met Song Qingshu just now. She clearly remembered the affection and care in his eyes when he faced her. Although she had never clearly expressed her feelings, she had long understood deep in her heart that she was not without feelings for Song Qingshu.

In fact, Zhiruo had no aversion to Song Qingshu. Every time she met him, Song Qingshu was like a warm spring breeze blowing on her face, caring for her with a gentle and elegant attitude. This delicate and sincere care touched Zhiruo's heart, and at the same time, ripples appeared in her heart.