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As the rain gradually subsided, a wisp of smoke rose from an inconspicuous little courtyard in the capital, adding a touch of warmth to the chilly night.

Duanli steadily carried the boiled ginger soup and carefully walked into the house.

The interior was extremely simply furnished, and the surroundings were empty, with almost no trace of life. Only the potted green ivy on the windowsill grew wildly, as if silently proclaiming that there was still life here.

Xiao Ran seemed quite interested in the pothos, constantly teasing the newly grown leaves.

Duanli gently placed the ginger soup on the table, and then carefully carried Xiao Ran to the chair in front of the table, which was covered with a soft blanket.

“I drank it.” His voice was low and brief.

Xiao Ran pouted slightly and raised her hand, but her wide sleeves cascaded down like a waterfall, completely covering her hand.

Upon seeing this, Duanli meticulously rolled up her sleeves, his eyes full of concern, and carefully checked her body to see if there was anything else that might make her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any women's clothes here... You can only wear mine for now." Duan Li's words carried a hint of apology.

Xiao Ran's gaze slowly swept over the surroundings, and she said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "It would be strange if you had women's clothing here."

This courtyard was originally a gift from her father to Duanli. Unexpectedly, that blockhead of a man only stayed here for a few days, and merely bought a potted plant to show that someone lived here.

Duanli failed to grasp the deeper meaning of her words, but secretly made a note of the matter of buying a few pieces of women's clothing to place in the house later.

"Feed me," Xiao Ran said coquettishly.

Duanli looked at the sleeves he had just rolled up for her, his face full of helplessness, and had no choice but to pick up the ginger soup.

The porcelain spoon struck the bowl, producing a crisp sound that echoed in the quiet room.

Xiao Ran slightly parted her crimson lips and drank a sip of ginger soup.

The spicy flavor instantly filled my mouth, and a moment later, a warm feeling welled up in my stomach.

After taking a few sips, she was about to call for Duan Li to stop, but when she looked up, she saw that Duan Li's ears were slightly red and his eyes were looking elsewhere.

"Okay, I don't want to drink anymore."

Xiao Ran leaned forward, placed her hands on the table, stared intently at Duan Li, and smiled broadly.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked curiously.

Duan Li did not avoid her gaze, but looked directly at her, which made Xiao Ran feel inexplicably shy.

"You don't need to take that risk; it's just an insignificant thing."

"It's not insignificant at all." Xiao Ran placed the pair of dried red sword tassels on the table and carefully smoothed the tassels at the hem.

"This is your mother's thing. If it's really lost, it will never be found again in this world."

"Your life is more important."

Xiao Ran was about to retort, but seeing Duan Li's extremely serious expression, she stopped talking.

She moved the two swords on the table in front of her, tied the tassels to them, and then, as if realizing something was wrong, tied a few more knots.

"Your mother must love you very much."

Duan Li looked up at Xiao Ran and saw her staring at the sword tassel, her eyes full of tenderness, as if she were looking at someone through the sword tassel.

He knew that what she was seeing at that moment must be her mother.

"Otherwise, she would never have sacrificed her own life just to let your master save you."

"Her final expression of relief must have concealed a hidden sorrow."

"But her love for you is beyond question."