Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Her voice was gentle, and her gaze was gentle as well. âSister, I know you both are worried about me, but after all, Iâve died once. Iâll cherish this hard-earned life and want to live every day well in the future.â
Su Yingxue finished bandaging Su Hanâs hands. Su Han looked at her hands with a smile mixed with a hint of bitterness. âAlthough these hands can heal, Iâm afraid I wonât be able to touch things like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting anymore.â
âWho said that!â Su Yingxue hurriedly interjected. âSisterâs zither skills are unparalleled and famous throughout Jiang Du City. In the future, weâll still listen to you play âHigh Mountains and Flowing Waterâ!â
Su Yingxue knew how important these hands were to Su Han.
âBut Iâve already asked Young Master Ruan. He said my hand has healed, but it will only be for decoration in the future. In the cold winter months, my joints might swell and hurt.â
Su Han shook her head slightly.
Su Yingxue gritted her teeth. âThat old man, what nonsense is he spouting?!â
Telling the blunt truth and still putting Su Han down at a time like this. He was asking for trouble!
âIâm not that fragile. Itâs just that I might have to rely on others more in the future.â
Seeing Su Yingxue angry, Su Han tried to calm her down.
She suddenly remembered something very important. âYingxue, can you help me properly thank the person who saved me yesterday?â
She could tell that Zi Wei wasnât an ordinary person, and ordinary people wouldnât be able to get close to him. Since he listened to Su Yingxue, she could only entrust this matter to her.
âHis name is Zi Wei, heâs my guard. Iâll go look for him later. But he has a different personality, never interacts with others, so he wonât come to visit.â
Just as Su Yingxue finished speaking, Su Miaoyan snorted lightly, her eyes teasing. âSister Xue herself isnât ordinary, so the people around her are all extraordinary!â
âHey, you little girl, I think youâre asking for trouble!â
Su Yingxue pressed Su Miaoyan down and flicked her head, instructing her to stay with Su Han while she went to look for Zi Wei.
Zi Wei wasnât in the manor. Remembering that Saint Ruan had treated his injuries, she went to ask him.
Saint Ruan was hanging a rope in the air, lying on it calmly. âThat little assassin doesnât even acknowledge my existence. How am I supposed to treat his injuries?â
âWhat? You didnât treat him? Saint Ruan, youâre asking for trouble!â
Three silver needles flew out of Su Yingxueâs hand and pulled Saint Ruan off the rope. She immediately went to find Zi Wei.
Perhaps because she had some impression of him, Su Yingxue went straight to the blacksmith shop where she found Zi Wei last time.
She was afraid that Zi Wei would be on guard, so she jumped into the yard and shouted, âZi Wei, Zi Wei!â
The man in the room heard the commotion, put away the knife, and opened the door. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
However, he didnât expect Su Yingxue to rush in, catching him without clothes on.
So when Su Yingxue entered, she saw him bare-chested.
âZiWeiâ¦â
The moment Su Yingxue stepped in, she was captivated by his physique!
He had a perfect male physique, with every line of his body perfectly smooth.
But that wasnât what caught Su Yingxueâs attention. What she noticed was another serious sword wound on Zi Weiâs body, along with many other scars. It looked very deep, and blood was still seeping out of it. Zi Wei was holding a thread in his hand.
Su Yingxue walked up to him and gently stroked his wound with her fingers, her eyes filled with self-blame and guilt. âIâm sorry for being late!â
âNo.â Zi Wei remained as cold as ever..