After contemplating for a long while, he clenched the small paper packet in his hand. He had been a lazybones who always lingered in a wheelchair, but now, he finally moved. Pushing the door open, he strolled around outside and eventually came to the small garden at the back of Purple Garden. With a small stick, he dug a hole, threw the paper packet into it, and covered it up. After he had done all this, he shivered from the cold, slowly straightened his back, but his vision darkened, and he swayed. Suddenly, a pair of hands supported him. He pressed on his forehead and then looked up to see his twin brother Shujun, with a smile on his lips, seeming genuinely joyful from within. "How long have you been here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. It was a face identical to his own, only he was slightly thinner than Shujun, and except for the purple teardrop mole near his eye and the cinnabar mole in the center of Shujun’s brow, even their heights were exactly the same. Shujun steadied him, then took off the large cloak he was wearing and draped it over Shu Yu. After securing the cloak’s ties around Shu Yu, he held onto Shu Yu’s arm, matching Shu Yu’s sluggish pace, as they slowly walked back together. "This early in the morning, your rendition of Feng Qiu Huang must have woken up so many people. As soon as you left the house, Eldest Brother and Little Liu wanted to follow, but I moved a bit faster and left before them, so they felt at ease and didn’t come after us." Shujun lowered his head, gazing at the snow on the ground. A thin new layer of snow covered the old, and as if unintentionally, he posed a question, "How are you feeling now?" Shu Yu replied, "I’m just living on ," which wasn’t too bad. But all of a sudden, he paused in his step. He frowned at Shujun: "Do you know?" he was referring to the time Shujun had disappeared, when the lady of the house and Eldest Brother caused a mix-up, mistakenly bringing back an unidentified corpse instead of Shujun and burying it. The corners of Shujun’s lips curved slightly, "Yue Ning has always been bad at keeping secrets. If he were outside, he’s quite cautious indeed, never trusting strangers easily, but in the end, I am his Third Brother. He doesn’t guard against me, so naturally, he couldn’t keep it a secret." Once his vision returned, he saw Eldest Brother’s hair had turned snow-white. Although Eldest Brother lightly skirted around the issue with a few casual remarks, it was impossible for him not to grow suspicious in his heart. If Eldest Brother wouldn’t tell him, he would ask someone else. Yixuan’s intelligence was not inferior to his, Haoming had a dull nature, and Lao Er, Shu Yu, need not be mentioned; he was scheming, in some ways far more cunning than Eldest Brother’s thoughts. By that count, Little Wu, Yuenin, was the easiest to approach. All he did was beat around the bush a few times, and he managed to worm out quite a bit from Little Wu. He also learned about what had happened in the household during the days of his disappearance, and how much the lady of the house and Eldest Brother had suffered because of his ordeal. Xihui Courtyard was right ahead. Shujun exhaled a breath of white air, escorting Shu Yu back to his room and pouring him a cup of hot water to hold and warm his hands. Afterward, he looked at Shu Yu intently, "Live on, you see, life is getting better as you go, and the lady of the house also told me, you’ve been sick for far too long. Now, just a few rare herbs are missing, and as soon as these are found, you’ll be able to fully recover." "There are many interesting things in this world, just like the snow today. If you had died, how could you have seen this snowscape? There are countless wonderful things in the world, yet what you have seen is still far too little." Shu Yu subtly curled his lips, "Are you worrying about me?"