Chapter 1188 Don't Think About It

She was truly heartbroken; the person she thought she would grow old with was gone just like that.

She didn't think about him much that year; she felt that Xie Zheng, who had no memory of her, had nothing to do with her.

So she distanced herself from him and tried to forget him.

But just now, I heard Tudan say that he...

She then realized how much her heart ached.

This person made him so sad.

Her lips trembled. "It's okay if you can't remember. I won't talk like that again. You must feel sorry for me, so you want to try to cure me, right?"

Xie Zheng stared blankly at the tears on her face, hesitated, then found a handkerchief and handed it to her. He opened his mouth and said, "Don't cry, you'll remember."

These words made her cover her face and weep.

And now she doesn't even have a reason to lean on his shoulder.

She turned around, covered her face, and sobbed softly twice. Otherwise, the tightness in her chest and the sadness she felt would keep her from crying out for days.

Just as she was in a state of extreme distress, a hand gently stroked her back, soothing her.

Song Chunxue sniffed, her eyes red, and turned to look at him, politely asking, "Can't I hug you for a while? It's not like we haven't hugged each other before."

Xie Zheng didn't blush or refuse on the spot, but instead sincerely extended his arm and said, "Okay."

It seems that without romantic feelings, Xie Zheng is no longer shy, and has a clear sense of professionalism and clear distinction between personal grudges and favors.

Since he didn't refuse, Song Chunxue hugged him and rested her chin on his shoulder.

Tears fell again, but she smiled and said to him, "Don't try anymore, it's okay. Being a fellow Daoist is good. It's alright if you can't remember, as long as you're healthy."

"Every medicine has its side effects, especially when it's a problem that everyone else is helpless against. I don't blame you, and I won't hold a grudge. From now on, focus on your cultivation and train with your master, okay?"

“No, it’s not good to be heartless. Even if I can forget love, I still have ties. I can’t abandon Yun’er and her child. Moreover, I can see that you are very reluctant to part with the Xie I once was. I will try my best to find him.”

"..." This Lord Xie, even though he told her to stop talking, he still insisted on speaking so earnestly, causing her tears, which she had just stopped, to flow down her cheeks again.

My eyes are swollen.

She hugged him tightly, thinking that this wasn't really an offense.

She couldn't remember that he was the one who once shared a bed with her!

After a long while, she calmed herself down, tidied her appearance, and stood by the window.

"Get dressed, and we'll go back together." Otherwise, Master Han felt she was heartless.

Xie Zheng has already worked so hard.

Whether or not he remembers him, this person can be considered a gentleman.

It's hard to hold a grudge.

He was originally a very good person.

How could I bear to take my anger out on him?

"Um."

Xie Zheng stood up, then felt dizzy and fell to the side, landing on the small round table where the teacups were placed.

Song Chunxue scooped the person up, her nose stinging with tears again.

If it were in the past, when he was even this weak, she would definitely have dressed him.

He's not saying a word now, even though he has a bump on his forehead, he's still tight-lipped.

She helped the person onto the bed. "Sit down and tell me so I can help you get dressed. Can you spare a piece of your flesh?"

Once she starts speaking, she finds it difficult to say it properly.

She felt guilty and couldn't bear to say it.

“No, but I’m afraid you’ll be unhappy with my reaction,” Xie Zheng said in his usual serious tone. “If you’re willing, I’m perfectly fine with it.”

"..." That's true. If he has lost all his emotions, does that mean that several of his seven emotions and six desires are no longer functioning?

After dressing him properly and putting shoes and socks on his feet, Xie Zheng showed a rare hint of embarrassment.

"I can do this myself; I can stand up straight now."

“I’ll do it.” Song Chunxue slapped his hand away. “Stretch your legs out.”

Then, she softened her tone and said, "Stand up."

She naturally took his hand and said, "Let's talk it over and stop trying. It doesn't matter whether you remember or not. Even if you do remember, it'll be hard to rekindle the romance."

"Promise me you will cultivate diligently."

Xie Zheng gave a perfunctory "hmm".

“Don’t think I can’t tell,” Song Chunxue pointed at him. “To be honest, even cultivators are not immune to the common human condition. They get tired of each other after a long time. This is actually quite good. I will cherish it for the rest of my life.”

"No, I know you haven't. It's not too late to forget about it once I remember and you're really tired of it."

"..." It was a bit difficult to talk to him.

Song Chunxue suddenly laughed, "Alright, but if you faint again next time, you're not allowed to treat me anymore. Otherwise, I'll find a younger person and help you forget in a different way."

"That won't do," Xie Zheng corrected seriously. "That's called starting something and then abandoning it. What if I suddenly remember it one day...?"

Song Chunxue stared at him.

He touched his nose. "Can we wait another two years before looking?"

This person is really heartwarming.

Song Chunxue sighed, "I was just saying it casually. At my age, I might appreciate younger people, but I'm quite celibate and don't have that kind of interest."

"But I heard that thirty..."

Song Chunxue suddenly looked at him, quite surprised.

"Go on."

"Let's go, Master is still outside the door. Those young ones are eavesdropping, their ears are practically poking through the window paper."

Suddenly, a chaotic commotion came from outside the door.

"You mean thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger?" Song Chunxue lowered her voice. "Xie Zheng, then you should never think of me again!"