Chapter 83: Start Pursuing Zhu Yiqiao From This Moment On p2
At 3:30 pm, the snow intensified.
Ming Fei was looking forward to their destination, guessing all the way where Zhu Yiqiao would take her, but after getting out of the car, she found that all her guesses were wrong.
It wasn’t an amusement park.
Nor was it an aquarium.
It wasn’t any of the places she had imagined.
It was “One Raccoon Hill,” the place where they had first connected, which only existed in the ancient book, a place covered with lush pear trees in full bloom, each tree bearing various kinds of pears, and guarded by a robotic kitten.
The chubby robotic kitten circled Ming Fei, its mechanical tail and ears raised as if welcoming her arrival.
Ming Fei smiled, squatted down, patted the kitten’s head, and looked up at Zhu Yiqiao, who had created all this.
“Jiejie, are these pears ripe?”
“Some of them aren’t ripe yet.” Zhu Yiqiao asked her, “Aren’t you going to ask me why I brought you here?”
Ming Fei, innocently cute: “Isn’t it to take a look and then pick some pears to take home?”
Zhu Yiqiao took her hand: “Ah Fei, come with me.”
The robotic kitten followed them, riding with them in the modified park car to the top of the mountain. Snowflakes fell on Ming Fei’s shoulder, and Ming Fei blinked, looking at everything that had been prepared in advance, her eyes curving into crescents with a smile.
“Is that the divine tree?”
The divine tree in the distance had clearly been carefully prepared, because just as described in the ancient book, its branches and leaves were covered with various kinds of jade—white, pink, light orange, and yellow, shimmering brilliantly, with the most being green jade.
Zhu Yiqiao asked opportunely, “What is the divine tree on One Raccoon Hill called?”
Ming Fei, who had specifically used this as her nickname, whether at thirteen or twenty-five, clearly remembered the name of this divine tree.
She used a nearby branch to write four characters in the thin snow.
—Tree of Mystical Jade.
After the character “tree,” she also drew a small raccoon cat. After finishing, she stood up and asked with a smile,
“Jiejie, is this answer correct?”
Zhu Yiqiao’s lips curved into a light smile, which seemed to make the pear blossoms in the garden even more fragrant.
“Correct.”
Hearing this, Ming Fei thought, if this was really a dream, it was probably the happiest dream of her life. In this dream, she had a blood-related older sister who was very good to her, and a best friend who promised never to disappear and leave, and even planted her, the “Tree of Mystical Jade,” on this miraculous “One Raccoon Hill.”
She was so happy that she even allowed herself to be less polite, taking a few steps forward and hugging Zhu Yiqiao.
“…Jiejie.”
“Mm?”
“Thank you.”
Zhu Yiqiao plucked a pear blossom that had fallen on Ming Fei’s hair: “Plant this divine tree, and from now on, it will take root on One Raccoon Hill. Just like our promise—I won’t leave, no matter what happens.”
Ming Fei nodded: “Okay!”
So, they spent the entire afternoon planting the tree. It wasn’t until the snow stopped that Ming Fei, after much effort, finally finished planting this special divine tree.
From then on, until the end of time, the Tree of Mystical Jade would be rooted in the soil and mountains of One Raccoon Hill. No matter the wind, rain, landslides, or tsunamis, it would coexist with One Raccoon Hill forever.
Perhaps because planting the tree consumed a lot of energy, or perhaps for other reasons, Ming Fei started to feel sleepy after coming down the mountain.
After returning to the villa and having dinner, she went straight to bed after washing up.
It suddenly started snowing again outside, accompanied by rumbling thunder. Ming Fei couldn’t fall asleep and felt a little scared, afraid that she would wake up and the dream would end. So, until eleven o’clock, the light in her room was still on.
Zhu Yiqiao, bringing her a glass of milk after finishing her work, noticed her unusual state.
She asked softly, “Ah Fei, what’s wrong?”
Ming Fei didn’t reveal the real reason: “I’m a little afraid of thunder.”
Zhu Yiqiao: “Do you need me to sleep with you?”
Ming Fei thought for a moment: “Okay.”
From the moment Zhu Yiqiao lay down beside her, her heart calmed down. She softly called out “Jiejie” twice, which sounded like she was acting coquettishly in Zhu Yiqiao’s ears.
“Ah Fei, do you want to hear a bedtime story?” Zhu Yiqiao asked.
Ming Fei answered honestly: “I do.”
Zhu Yiqiao’s storytelling wasn’t very skilled, her voice monotonous, but Ming Fei listened happily, her heart filled with reluctance and fondness.
Just before her consciousness completely faded, Ming Fei made a greedy wish in her heart.
—She hoped this wasn’t a dream.
This wish was so strong that the moment she woke up the next day, even though Ming Fei understood everything and all her memories returned, her first reaction was still to look at Zhu Yiqiao, confirming that Zhu Yiqiao was still there before breathing a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t a dream.
But it was better than a dream.
At the same time, the effect of the drug completely wore off, and she returned to her height of 183 centimeters, miraculously switching from being held in Zhu Yiqiao’s arms to holding Zhu Yiqiao.
Warm breath brushed against her neck.
Ming Fei, her ears feeling hot, thought seriously, she wanted to be brave, she wanted to stay by Zhu Yiqiao’s side always, she wanted so much… In short, she was too greedy. Perhaps maintaining a good friend relationship would avoid many risks and be more long-lasting and stable.
But she greedily wanted more tenderness, more companionship, more affection.
So, she asked herself, had she really made up her mind?
The scales in her heart had completely tipped to the other side. Thinking of the planted Tree of Mystical Jade, she completely blocked off the last path of retreat.
Then, she answered herself—
She had made up her mind. Starting tomorrow, she would pursue Zhu Yiqiao.
But suddenly, Zhu Yiqiao’s lips brushed against her neck and shoulder, and the arm around her waist moved slightly, showing signs of waking up.
Soon, they separated from the embrace, their eyes meeting.
The moment her eyes met Zhu Yiqiao’s, Ming Fei felt like a fool again.
—Not starting tomorrow.
—Starting now, from this moment.
