Chapter 270: Chapter 112 Snowy Night and Lantern Flowers_4
Ever since she accompanied Lady Yun to Luomei Peak, the person she saw the most was Lady Yun, and the most frequent interactions were with corpses. The solemnity, indifference, and numbness transformed her into someone else.
But today was somewhat different.
Perhaps it was because of the snow in Su Nan City tonight, which was a rare occurrence in ten years, and bore an extraordinary resemblance to the snow in front of the Lu family’s door in Changwu County, that she reverted to Miss Lu San of the Lu family, who would never suffer a loss in a verbal exchange. Or perhaps it was because, although the man in black who stood before her was threatening in his speech, he had not truly harmed her from beginning to end, showing a kind of indulgence as if he was too lazy to quarrel.
On the frigid night, they took shelter from the snowstorm in an ancient temple, like two beasts who had met by chance, wary and warming each other, each enduring their own restraint, each with their own chill.
There was also a tacit agreement to not probe into each other’s secrets.
Lu Tong reminded him, "You are a young master, so you shouldn’t owe me any medical fee, right?"
The man in black was startled, "Medical fee?"
"Yes." Lu Tong nodded, "The stitching thread is very expensive."
He paused for a moment, then chuckled and asked, "How much?"
"Two taels of silver," Lu Tong asked for a high price.
"That expensive?" he said, while casually feeling inside his chest.
Lu Tong waited with composure.
The man in black fumbled inside his clothing for a long while until his movements gradually became stiff. Despite the cloth mask, Lu Tong felt as though she could see a trace of embarrassment on his face.
He didn’t produce any silver.
Lu Tong watched him quietly, "Aren’t you a young master?"
Calling himself a young master yet not having a single coin on him—whoever heard of a young master going out without bringing any silver?
He was surely lying.
He hummed lightly, lowered his head, and looked at his own fingers, sliding off a silver ring.
The man in black touched the silver ring as if with reluctance. The next moment, he tossed the silver ring into Lu Tong’s arms, "This is for you."
Lu Tong looked down at it.
It was a very old silver ring, the patterns engraved upon it were blurred from too much handling, and it was not very shiny due to bloodstains, as if it was somewhat rusted.
Lu Tong picked up the silver ring with disdain and said, "It’s not worth much."
The silver ring looked very old, and its material was quite ordinary, perhaps it wouldn’t even sell for one tael of silver.
He didn’t mind Lu Tong’s disdain, he smiled, "This is a token. If you ever go to Shengjing, use this to find me, and I’ll know it’s you."
Lu Tong was startled, "You’re from Shengjing?"
Shengjing was thousands of miles away from Su Nan, was he actually from Shengjing?
"Didn’t I tell you, I am the young master of a prominent family." He spoke nonchalantly, "Take this to find me in Qinghe Street, south of Shengjing City, in the Yuxian Tower. I’ll treat you to Yuxian Tower’s candied haws."
Lu Tong held the silver ring in her palm. It still retained his warmth, feeling temperately hot. She placed the silver ring in her medicine box and said softly, "Wait until you can survive and make it back to Shengjing."
She didn’t know who this man was, nor why he appeared here. However, being full of wounds and hiding among the dead in the execution ground spoke volumes about the peril he was in.
Just because he could spend one night in a broken temple in Su Nan during a snowy night didn’t mean he could survive a second one. Some people’s mere existence in this world was already a struggle.
The man in black didn’t speak, looking outside the window.
On the desolate plains, the snow flew wildly, the north wind weighed heavily on the treetops, and amidst the vast sifting jade, tracks of beasts and birds were obscured.
Only the solitary light of the dilapidated temple flickered chaotically.
After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and fiddled with the wick inside the oil lamp.
The silver light was shining, blossoming and bearing flower buds in the desolate temple, spewing flames and radiance, like a tiny cluster of burning blossoms.
He said, "Didn’t I say it? When the lamp blossoms smile, all will be well. You and I might have good luck in the future."
Lu Tong was taken aback.
He turned his head, looking at Lu Tong with a slight smile.
"Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met you here tonight."