Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 80 - 61 Cliff

Chapter 80: Chapter 61 Cliff

Chapter 80 -61 Cliff

Fu Siyu spoke and took off his watch from his left wrist, then put on the wooden bracelet that Shu Wan had given him.

Considering Fu Siyu might not fancy flashy styles, Shu Wan had specifically chosen a sandalwood color, with subtle, cracked patterns that resembled the coiling tail of a dragon, understated with an ineffable elegance.

It somehow matched Fu Siyu’s aura perfectly, and his commanding presence made the handmade bracelet seem like haute couture.

“Looks good,” Shu Wan complimented without making it clear whether she was praising him or the bracelet.

“Take care on your way,” Fu Siyu, with a slight lift in his eyebrows, told Shu Wan, “Send me a message once you get there.”

“Okay.”

The weather in Bruce today was as gloomily overcast as ever, the cold wind biting, fluttering the edge of their coats, overlapping the fabric of Fu Siyu’s and Shu Wan’s garments.

Shu Wan wrapped her coat a bit tighter around herself, “Well then, I’m off.”

With those words, Shu Wan walked step by step up the boarding stairs under her umbrella.

When she reached the cabin door, Shu Wan instinctively looked back, finding Fu Siyu still standing in his original spot.

He was like a mighty peak, unmoved by wind or storm, standing silently there, providing an infinite sense of security.

Shu Wan’s eyes flickered, a turmoil she hadn’t noticed rippling through their depths.

As the cabin door closed, cutting off the cold wind, a wave of warm air greeted Shu Wan inside the cabin.

She took off her coat and sat down by the window.

On the tarmac, Fu Siyu had not yet left.

Umbrella in hand, his face was obscured.

But having spent time together, Shu Wan was already very familiar with Fu Siyu’s features.

Without even looking, she could imagine exactly how he looked at that moment.

Brows like mountain ridges, eyes profound, jawline sharp as a blade, lips slightly pursed, silent and reserved yet deeply steadfast.

Shu Wan didn’t understand what was muddling through her mind until the plane ascended and dizziness swept over her, causing her to instinctively grab the handrail.

As the aircraft soared into the sky, that sensation of weightlessness eased considerably, and only then did Shu Wan open her eyes and glance down subconsciously.

The airport had shrunk to a small square below, and apart from specks of other aircraft, nothing else was visible.

A sudden sense of emptiness streaked through Shu Wan’s heart, like an aftereffect of weightlessness.

When she had come from Imperial City to Bruce, it was night, and she had felt somewhat airsick, basically sleeping through the whole journey.

Now on the return trip, it was daytime, and having overeaten the night before, Shu Wan’s stomach was uncomfortable, preventing any sleep.

Shu Wan simply sat by the window, quietly observing the view outside.

The sight surprised even the composed Shu Wan.

On her way here, she had seen layers upon layers of clouds, but she had not witnessed this scene of sunlit gold.

Golden sunlight rose from the clouds, coloring every cotton-like cloud in gold, and Shu Wan took many photos with her phone.

As the plane passed the world’s tallest peak, Shu Wan gazed down at the mountains from above the clouds, a strangely heroic sentiment filling her heart.

Once, leading her army on the Western Expedition, her path had been blocked by this very chasm.

The horses and clothing of the Central Plains could not withstand the Snow Mountain’s bitter cold.

Even with the soldiers’ indomitable will, amidst such piercing cold and towering snow-capped peaks, they were helpless.

Later, until Shu Wan left that era, the failed Western Expedition remained one of her greatest regrets.

But now, that insurmountable barrier had not only been conquered, it had become a protective belt for Hua Country.

Even ordinary people could take a plane, observing this once unscalable peak from a bird’s-eye view.

For Shu Wan, especially, the feelings were complex.

Little by little, she integrated into this era, discovering both the commonalities and differences from her past life. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

From the bottom of her heart, she was happy for the progress of the country, even though it was no longer the same dynasty or people—the soul that flowed in their blood was the same lineage.

The emotions in one’s heart are the best filter a photographer can capture.

Holding her phone, Shu Wan took a picture of the Snow Mountain below.

Just then, a beam of golden sunlight crossed over the mountain ranges, hitting the highest peak perfectly.

A stunningly beautiful photo was captured as a result.

Shu Wan also thought the picture she took this time was beautiful.

She took out her phone intending to post the photo online, but after a tap, there was no response.

That’s when she realized there was no signal on the plane.