At the most critical mont, my mind was restless, with thoughts galloping away.
By the ti I awoke, it had already turned out like this.
In a daze, the crisp, bell-like voice of Feng Xia still buzzed in my ears.
"Luo Chen is nice to , nice to Duan Feng, nice to everyone. But it’s exactly that he shouldn’t have kept you hanging, leading to your almost achieved success crumbling."
"He hasn’t kept hanging. It’s just that I have never been worthy, that’s it."
"What’s all this talk about being worthy or not? Like is like, and love is love. He and the President got together in private, without much of a deep love to speak of. To use the words of mortals, what he’s doing is..."
"Sister Xia, watch your words!"
Feng Xia, sowhat agitated, said, "Why watch my words? I’d say the sa in front of him. If you had just made your relationship clear earlier, none of this would have happened, just as it was between and Duan Feng back then. You are both my best friends, and this kind of dragging each other down will only hurt each other."
Gu Caiyi sighed.
After all, how can a cultivator be judged by the sa standards as mortals?
Seeing that Feng Xia was about to speak again, she coughed lightly twice, finally stopping the other person mid-sentence.
"Never mind, you should rest!"
"I’m going to prepare the dicinal herbs for tomorrow’s concoction."
"Fortunately, our Luo Tian Creed isn’t short of dicinal herbs, all of the highest quality. I reckon it won’t take three or four years to fully heal your injuries."
Watching the chattering woman walk away.
Gu Caiyi couldn’t help but smile.
Sister Xia wasn’t so nagging before, it seems after getting married, she beca more and more fussy, losing the quiet temperant she used to have.
Perhaps, it also had to do with Luo Chen curing her throat!
So talkative, it was as if she wanted to make up for all the words she didn’t say in the first half of her life.
Thinking of Luo Chen, her smile faded, revealing a look of entanglent.
He must be very busy when he gets back!
Not to ntion the countless affairs of the Luo Tian Creed, just the fa of Dan Chenzi spreading across Tian Lan Immortal City ant that he would probably be inundated with social obligations upon his return.
So, would he co to visit ?
Most likely, he would!
Courtesy, he always did very well.
After all, I could at least consider myself his friend.
But if he cos and sees , how can I face anyone looking so withered?
In front of him, I should always be the radiant beauty, Gu the bright and generous, not this bedridden wreck.
Perhaps tomorrow, I should ask Sister Xia to apply light makeup for .
Yes, makeup that doesn’t show any traces.
As her mind wandered aimlessly, a sound from outside the courtyard caused her heart to suddenly tighten.
"President!"
...
The sleet, unbeknownst when, had stopped.
Only the bright moon hung high, casting a light that made the earth appear as if it were daylight.
Feng Xia, who had just stepped out of the yard, saw at first glance the person standing in the courtyard with a fiery red silhouette.
Frad in a crimson robe, his face still bore the weariness of a long journey that had not yet dissipated.
But those eyes were frighteningly bright.
When did he arrive?
All that I said just now, didn’t he hear everything?
Feng Xia swallowed hard, "President, I..."
"Sister Xia, long ti no see, are you well?" Luo Chen instantly flashed a smile.
Feng Xia managed a strained smile, "Fine, I’m fine. Have you just co over?"
"Yes," Luo Chen nodded, pointing to the inside and said, "Is Caiyi inside?"
"Yes!"
"Has she gone to sleep?"
"Sleep... not yet."
"Okay, then, you go ahead with your work. I’ll go in and say hello to her."
Having said that, he lifted the curtain and walked in quietly.
Watching his gentle, jade-like figure, Feng Xia subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she had been insistent earlier that she would speak frankly in front of Luo Chen, the intangible pressure of his presence still made it difficult for her to open her mouth.
Why doesn’t her husband Duan Feng, who is also a Foundation Establishnt True Cultivator, have such an overwhelming presence?
Is it their realm? Status? Reputation?
Feng Xia was at a loss.
...
"You’re back?"
"Yes, I’m back," Luo Chen said calmly.
Seeing the woman struggle to sit up, he shook his head.
"Lie down, there’s no need to be formal with ."
"I apologize, I haven’t been feeling well lately," Gu Caiyi said equally calmly.
Luo Chen glanced around the room. The location, tucked away on Danxia Peak, was so devoid of Spirit Qi it was almost empty.
The stove in the room burned brightly, warm as sumr.
What should have been a very comfortable environnt felt starkly out of place for a cultivator.
No Qi Refinent Finalization Cultivator would choose to live in such a place where Spirit Qi was so thin.
And no cultivator would light a stove for fear of the cold.
Is the injury that serious?
He looked intently at her, and Gu Caiyi subtly averted his gaze, with her sowhat pale complexion partly obscured by dry black hair.
He let out an inexplicable sigh.
Luo Chen sat down on the couch.
"Give your hand."
"Hm?"
"Let check."
"You know how to treat illnesses?" Gu Caiyi said with a laugh.
"Sowhat," Luo Chen replied calmly, "I cured Sister Xia’s throat, and I also helped your sister-in-law when her Foundation Establishnt failed."
Gu Caiyi suddenly realized and extended her hand with a mix of skepticism and belief.
As he held her slender, bony wrist, Luo Chen frowned.
Gu Caiyi, who had been watching him intently, instinctively tried to pull back, but she couldn’t manage to do so.
"Just lie down," Luo Chen said as he took a deep breath. He pinched the woman’s fair wrist in a gesture common among doctors and sent a stream of gentle and mild Spirit Qi along the ridians on her hand, slowly entering into Gu Caiyi’s body.
However, after only a short extension, the Spirit Qi was blocked.
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