Wang Xiao approached the outskirts of the city, the unconscious form of Shadowfox cradled in his arms, his mind alard with caution. 'Taking her to a city hospital would expose us both. And her identity... it's still a mystery.'
He glanced upwards and made a decision. With a powerful leap, he soared into the sky, his eyes scanning below for a suitable hideout. Surprisingly, the area was dotted with nurous abandoned villas. He chose one nestled near the forest, its seclusion ideal for their needs.
Gently laying Shadowfox on a dusty couch in the villa, Wang Xiao began tidying up the place using his psychokinetic (PK) abilities. Objects floated and settled into place as if guided by an invisible hand. 'At least PK makes life easier,' he mused, recalling how he used to shirk household chores back in village, leaving them to Bing Xueli.
A slight grin ford on his face at the mory.
Once Shadowfox was settled, Wang Xiao turned his attention to her dical needs.
Relying on his basic knowledge of dicine, he ventured outside to gather herbs from the surrounding forest.
His skills in identifying and picking the right plants were surprisingly adept.
Next, Wang Xiao slipped into the city. Moving through the crowds, he discreetly pickpocketed a few wallets, skillfully avoiding detection. With the stolen money, he purchased essential dical supplies and other necessities.
Returning to the villa, he set about tending to Shadowfox's wounds with a focus that belied his usual nonchalance. As he applied bandages and administered herbal redies, his thoughts drifted. 'Was she with the army...?' The questions lingered unanswered as he worked.
The villa, once empty and forgotten, now echoed with the faint sounds of life.
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22nd April, 2026
As Yuexiu Anran lay recovering on the rooftop of the villa, the sun caressed her features, bringing out the soft glow of her skin and the lustrous sheen of her silver-blonde hair that cascaded around her like a sunlit waterfall. Wang Xiao couldn't help but notice the way the light played off the gentle waves in her hair, giving her an almost ethereal aura.
Her cheeks, tinged with the faintest blush of pink, stood in contrast to the pristine white gown she wore—a random choice by Wang Xiao that seed tailor-made for her delicate figure. The gown's fabric clung to her form, accentuating the gracefulness of her stature. Even in repose, she exuded a natural elegance, a beauty that did not need the adornnt of extravagant attire.
Wang Xiao watched from his chair, the knife he was playing with montarily forgotten. 'Such details,' he thought, 'the way her eyelashes cast tiny shadows over her high cheekbones, the subtle hue of her lips...'
Her appearance seed inconsistent with that of a fierce fighter. There were no scars marring her perfect skin, no signs of the violence she had surely encountered. 'How does one maintain such a looks in this profession?' Wang Xiao pondered, his gaze lingering on her face, searching for so signs of the warrior within.
As her eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that sparkled with a light, Wang Xiao was montarily surprised.
The eyes that t his were not just beautiful; they were alive with 'life', that's just how he could articulate it.
They were the eyes of soone who had seen much yet stood unfazed by the world's harsh realities.
Yuexiu Anran's gaze fell upon Wang Xiao, and a flicker of confusion crossed her features before she regained her composure.
"Where am... I?" Her eyes, reflecting the sky's azure, held a depth that spoke of untold stories, of laughter in the face of danger, of tears shed in silence.
Wang Xiao cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "You're awake. How do you feel?" His voice carried a businesslike tone, while his hands, now still, betrayed a flicker of curiosity.
Her eyelids, light as butterfly wings, fluttered open, revealing eyes clouded with confusion. "You are...?" she began, voice laced with wariness. As mories cascaded back, her expression sharpened like a blade drawn from its sheath.
"Did you... save ?" There was a hint of suprise in her voice, as if the very idea was unfathomable.
Wang Xiao's eyebrow arched with a mix of suspicion and irony. "How can you be sure you're not in the villain's lair??" he countered, the corner of his mouth twitching with the shadow of a smirk.
Yuexiu Anran surveyed the rustic charm of their surroundings, her finger twirling in the air like she was painting an invisible picture. "Well, for a villain, you have terrible taste in dungeons. Too much fresh air and sunlight," she quipped, her smile unfurling like a flag of truce.
She extended her hand with with a wide grin, "Anran. And you?"
Wang Xiao found her logic sound and gave a small nod, accepting her outstretched hand. But in a swift motion, surprising even Yin Yue, he picked up the knife and with a Boom! drove it into her leg, the fabric of her dress offering little resistance.
"Ba-ba...ba..."Yuexiu Anran's mouth opened and closed, her words stumbling over each other in a shocked silence before a squeak of disbelief escaped.
Catching her gaze, Wang Xiao gestured nonchalantly to his own bandaged hand, "Now we're square," he stated, deadpan. "You stab my hand, I stab your leg."
Yuexiu Anran's pain montarily took a backseat as a laugh escaped her, surprising even herself amidst the tears. "D-Did you just stab for etiquette's sake!?" She choked out, her lips twitching between a wince and a smile.
Wang Xiao shrugged nonchalantly. "At least I have so manners. I don't go around stabbing my savior in the heart," he retorted with a mock-serious tone.
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The realization dawned on Yuexiu Anran, leaving her montarily speechless. Her face flushed with embarrassnt. "I... I didn't know it was you. I thought... it was one of the rcenaries," she stamred, the color of regret painting her cheeks.
Wang Xiao brushed off her apology, his voice taking on a serious edge. "Let's talk about this Fairy Island first." His hand casually caught the handle of the dagger, his intention to twist clear if she proved uncooperative.
Yuexiu Anran's face twitched, a mix of pain and apprehension as she offered a sheepish smile. "That... might be a bit difficult for to explain. But wait... aren't you with the army?"
"Which army?" Wang Xiao's grin widened, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.
Anran nodded, her gaze flitted to the villa's walls, calculating the odds of a daring leap to freedom.
But Wang Xiao anticipated her thoughts, his voice a step ahead of her escape plan. "You wouldn't make it to the edge, believe ." He smiled, wider than her.
Yuexiu Anran slumped back, defeated, her thoughts racing. 'Great, saved by a man who stabs first and asks questions later. And apparently, he's not even military. Just my luck...' she whispered internally, thinking of away out of this place.
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