Chapter 47: White Moonlight, the Master of Hehuan Sect 8 Qixi Festival

The next morning, the morning mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated, but a faint smell of fireworks wafted from the Taoist temple where the few people were staying.

Kui Congling got up early and cooked a pot of medicinal porridge. He was carefully cooling a bowl of it and preparing to bring it into the inner room.

"How is it? Is your brother awake?" Wen Qianning leaned against the door, looking like she had just woken up. Her eyebrows and eyes were not made up, but she had a certain charm.

She was tired after refining the chalcedony yesterday, so she and Ji Hanlin stayed temporarily at the brother and sister's place.

Kui Congling was naturally very supportive. Wen Qianning was now their savior, and she was willing to do anything for her savior. She would never go west if Wen Qianning said east, let alone such a small matter as staying overnight.

"That's right." Kui Congling nodded and looked at Wen Qianning with admiration, his face filled with uncontrollable joy. "He just woke up. Although he's still very weak, he can already speak."

Wen Qianning nodded and stepped into the house.

The young man on the couch had woken up. His face was still pale, but he was no longer as weak as he was yesterday. He leaned against the head of the bed and tilted his head slightly when he heard footsteps at the door.

When he saw the person coming, his eyes fell on Wen Qianning.

"The girl is... my savior?" Kui Xing was stunned for a moment, his voice a little hoarse.

"My name is Wen Qianning." Wen Qianning nodded and briefly introduced himself. Without stopping, he walked to the bed, took his pulse, and lowered his head to check if the poison had recurred.

"Ling'er said... the girl gave us that precious chalcedony and refined it for me," he said softly, a complex look in his eyes, "I owe the girl my life."

"It's nothing." Wen Qianning waved her hand.

To her, it really wasn't a big deal. The two siblings' repeated thanks actually made Wen Qianning feel a little embarrassed.

Kui Xing stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Then I owe you a favor."

Wen Qianning didn't respond. She simply straightened his needles and stood up. She turned and called out to the door, "Xiao Lin, come in and get me some herbs."

There was a pause in the footsteps outside.

A moment later, Ji Hanlin pushed the door open and walked in, holding a medicine box in his hand.

When he came in, he saw Wen Qianning squatting in front of Kui Xing's bed. Her movements were gentle and her expression was focused.

Kui Xing was also looking at her, his gaze so gentle that it made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Really. So frustrating.

Ji Hanlin narrowed his eyes, his expression uneasy: "Medicinal herbs."

"Thank you." Wen Qianning took the medicine box with a smile and nodded at him.

Ji Hanlin stood beside her, watching her silently as she took out the spiritual herbs one by one and ground and mixed them, while she kept her head down and continued to busy herself with the task at hand without noticing anything.

Kui Xing coughed lightly, then tilted his head to look at Ji Hanlin, a hint of teasing in his eyebrows: "This... is the girl's younger brother?"

Wen Qianning was stunned for a moment. Before she could answer, Ji Hanlin interrupted her, "I'm not her brother."

Wen Qianning looked up at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Ji Hanlin simply turned his eyes away indifferently, looking somewhat impatient.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Kui Xing looked at the two of them and thought to himself that he seemed to know how to repay Miss Wen's kindness... A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I think Miss Wen and this young man have a very compatible aura."

Wen Qianning said "Huh?" in confusion, turned to look at Ji Hanlin, but found that his eyes were lowered and his lips were extremely tightly drawn.

What's going on? What does it mean when they suddenly mention the two of them...?

Wen Qianning shook her head and stopped thinking about it. After mixing the medicinal powder, she personally brought over the medicinal porridge that Kui Congling had cooked: "Drink some while it's hot."

"You take too much care of him." Ji Hanlin couldn't bear to watch it anymore, his tone was so cold that it could freeze.

"He just woke up," Wen Qianning looked back at him, her tone somewhat matter-of-fact, "Of course I have to take care of him."

"But when I was injured before, you never fed me medicine yourself." Ji Hanlin said lightly, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Wen Qianning blinked. "You? You never asked me to feed you medicine. You always swallowed it yourself independently. I thought you didn't like me meddling in your affairs."

"If you had said you wanted to feed me, I wouldn't have been unable to..." He paused before finishing his words, his Adam's apple moving, and he turned his head away with a slightly hot face, "Forget it, I'll feed him."

After saying that, he snatched the bowl from her hand and was about to feed the medicinal porridge into Kui Xing's mouth.

Kui Xing listened to this inexplicable conversation, his smile becoming more and more obvious. He was watching the show but he couldn't let himself get into trouble, so he quickly stopped him and said, "Thank you, Master Ji, I'll do it myself."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wen Qianning hadn't yet realized why Ji Hanlin was jealous. She just felt that he was a little weird today.

After the two of them left the room, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Why...are you a little weird today?"

"Nothing." Ji Hanlin didn't want to say more. Even if he felt uncomfortable, what was the use? He couldn't tell Wen Qianning.

Why was he jealous of her? A disciple of the Hehuan Sect? Someone she had also saved?

After all... it's just not right.

*

The two stayed here for another two days. Wen Qianning looked down the mountain and saw that the town not far away was decorated with lights and looked very lively these days.

"Hey, what day is it?" She was very curious and asked Kui Congling.

"Sister Wen, don't you understand? Today is Chinese Valentine's Day."

"The Chinese Valentine's Day is the most festive festival among mortals. Men and women come in pairs, the boats by the lake are full of laughter, and even the candy figurine stalls on the street have queues early..." Kui Congling described a joyful and lively scene to Wen Qianning with a look of longing.

"Do you want to come with me?" She said to Ji Hanlin and Wen Qianning, holding a plate of honey cakes, her eyes shining. "There's a lantern festival in town today, and there's also the lantern-lighting and wish-making event on the Qiqiao Bridge... I really want to go and see it!"

Ji Hanlin was startled when he heard that, and turned to look at Wen Qianning: "Do you want to go?"

"Go ahead!" Kui Congling shook Wen Qianning's arm and smiled meaningfully. "It's celebrated here every year. It's very lively. Sister Wen, don't you want to take a look?"

"I..." Wen Qianning was still hesitating when Kui Xing beside her suddenly spoke up, his voice still a little soft despite being sick: "Go ahead, Miss Wen, the weather is nice, you should go out and relax too."

Wen Qianning was speechless for a moment, thought for a moment, and finally nodded gently: "...Okay."

Since Wen Qianning said she wanted to go, Ji Hanlin would of course follow her.

Kui Congling secretly exchanged glances with Kui Xing, with a smile of success in his eyes.

What an idiot! As outsiders, she and her brother could see clearly that Ji Hanlin was cold and aloof to everyone, but he was incredibly docile and obedient when it came to Sister Wen. If he said he didn't have any other thoughts... who would believe it?

But for some reason, these two people haven't expressed their feelings yet!

She still has to take action.

Kui Congling thought about it and a plan came to his mind.

*

This year's Chinese Valentine's Day night seems to be particularly lively, with street shops hung with colorful lights and street vendors shouting incessantly.

Wen Qianning's outstanding appearance attracted people's frequent gazes. The people there were open-minded, so some people wanted to approach her and talk to her, but... the cold and frosty boy next to her looked like someone he wasn't going to mess with. He always glanced at those young men who looked at him a few more times with an expressionless face, as if he was silently warning them about something, so they didn't dare to approach and talk to Wen Qianning.

"The Qiqiao Bridge is just ahead!" Kui Congling excitedly grabbed Wen Qianning's hand, "Sister Wen, let's go see the bridge lights! I heard there are people releasing water lotus lanterns under the bridge, and making a wish can make it come true!"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to buy some candied haws?" Wen Qianning felt that Kui Congling completely let out his childish nature when he encountered a lively day. He was quite lively and adorable. She said with a smile, "Isn't the bridge on the other side?"

"Oh, look at my memory, I forgot! I'll go buy it now and be back soon!" Kui Congling patted his head and looked at Ji Hanlin innocently, "Brother Ji, you have to stay with Sister Wen. I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, without waiting for the two to reply, she ran into the depths of the crowd and disappeared completely in an instant.

But Kui Congling hadn't run far when he turned and hid behind a willow tree, a smug smile hidden in the corner of his lips: "Humph... I don't believe we can't get together this time!"

There was a huge crowd of people by the lake, and red silk was fluttering on the bridge. The two of them slowly walked across the arch bridge with the crowd. Under the bridge was where the lotus lanterns were placed.

Wen Qianning found it novel. She had never celebrated this kind of Qixi Festival in modern times before. Naturally, she wanted to experience it well, so she excitedly pulled Ji Hanlin to buy two lotus lanterns.

Ji Hanlin stood at the end of the bridge, holding a lotus lantern that had not yet been put into the water. There were a few lines of words written on the paper lantern, which he held tightly in his palm, as if he didn't want anyone to see it.

"Have you made a wish?" Wen Qianning took a closer look.

"Yeah." Ji Hanlin responded in a low voice, his voice muffled.

"What did you write? Let me see it?"

"I can't show it to you." He subconsciously took a half step back, tightened his grip a little, and covered it tightly.

Wen Qianning curled her lips and said, "Stingy."

"I'm not being stingy." He lowered his head, his ears slightly red, but not noticeably. "I'm just... afraid you'll find it ridiculous."

Hearing this, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "How could that be? Xiaolin, why don't you tell me your wish? Maybe I can help you fulfill it."

Ji Hanlin thought she just wanted to find out what he had written, and did not take it seriously. He gently placed the lamp into the water.

The light slowly drifted away along the waves, turning into a dot among the many stars in the night, no longer clear.

Kui Congling, who was hiding in the distance, saw it clearly. Before the lamp floated away, he quietly made a gesture of drawing in energy, and a ray of spiritual light fell silently under the lamp.

The lotus lantern that was supposed to drift away actually turned upstream and slowly approached Wen Qianning. Finally, as if drawn by fate, it quietly stopped at her feet.

"Huh?" Wen Qianning squatted down, picked up the familiar lotus lantern, and saw the elegant handwriting on it:

[I wish I could live with the person in my heart and spend my life together. If I can win his heart, I will never let him down, no matter how hard I try.]

Her heart trembled slightly, and she looked up at the young man beside her.

He stood among the night lights, his eyes dodging, his cheeks slightly red, as if those words were the secret in his heart that he never dared to speak.

"Xiao Lin, you've grown up... When did you fall in love with another woman?" Wen Qianning covered her mouth in surprise and exclaimed.

Ji Hanlin: "..."

"Fool." He sighed.

She shouldn't be expected to understand anything.

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