Chapter 8 008 Thousands of lives have survived, only...
Zhuang Rong'er paused, did not brush away the hand on her sleeve, but did not agree either.
Her eyes were fixed on the wound, and she casually wiped the wound with the fingertips of her other hand, and then touched Ah Huai's lips with the bloody finger.
Perhaps out of instinct, Ah Huai's head tilted back slightly, but he was leaning against the wall of the cave, so even if there was any angle movement, it was only a slight one.
Zhuang Rong'er pressed on him without hesitation, smearing his lips with her own blood, her eyes focused as if she was painting meticulously.
She applied it vigorously, and soon stained Ah Huai's lips with a beautiful blood color, which made his handsome face even more enchanting.
But when he looked up, his clear and distant eyes revealed the calmness of deep well water. Such contradiction and contrast did not neutralize or reduce his charm, but made him look even more confusing.
Zhuang Rong'er stopped, not moving, not blinking, as if she was fascinated by what she saw.
Ah Huai was silent for two seconds and then said to her again: "I'll bandage you."
He sensed that some strong emotions were surging in her body, although it could not be seen from her expression.
That emotion was neither bloodthirstiness nor rage. Was she sad?
Why?
Is it because of the pain, or because of the "person behind him"?
His hand was always on her sleeve, and Zhuang Rong'er's fingers once again had the illusion of being pecked and kissed because of his lips opening and closing while he spoke. She pressed her fingers on one spot, rubbed it twice, and then stopped moving.
She and Ah Huai looked at each other, and suddenly, as if possessed by a ghost, she said, "I didn't kill the sand ghost. It was the sunlight that appeared, and she fled with serious injuries. I hit her in the abdomen."
Facing such a face, it was as if Jing Huai was looking at her.
I can't seem to do anything cruel in front of him, and I don't want to be seen as a heartless person.
Even though she was furious for a moment, she still had some "rationality" left and did not target the sand ghost's heart.
But is that really "sane"?
This suspicion made Zhuang Rong'er's already sour mood even worse. This kind of bad mood was different from depression and anger. It was like a self-annoyance with a hint of panic, which was difficult for her to describe.
She could only think as a remedy that if the unlucky ghost dared to come near her again, she would never show mercy, even if she was one of the traces of Jing Huai left in this world, she would also erase it.
She was unhappy and had to vent her anger this time, so Ah Huai would be her punching bag.
"Why didn't you hide when the sand ghost came to touch you?" Zhuang Rong'er took her fingers off Ah Huai's bright red lips and stroked the side of his face, her tone colder than ever before.
She didn't expect any explanation for this question. She was just looking for an excuse to bully Ah Huai. In a word, she was looking for trouble.
She noticed it when she was holding the sword. The look Ah Huai gave her at that time showed that he obviously wanted to use himself as bait to help her attract the attention of the sand ghost.
Regardless of whether he underestimated her or overestimated the Sand Ghost, his original intention was to do something that would benefit her.
But she had to admit that she was really upset that the sand ghost touched him, so even though she could have controlled the tip of the peach wood sword not to touch Ah Huai, she still touched it.
Including asking him to lick her blood just now, there was also some intention of punishing him.
However, Ah Huai looked at her silently. After a moment, he admitted the blame that was not his and said seriously, "...I'm sorry, it's my fault. Thank you for saving me from the ghost."
"The person behind him" made her sad, maybe "he" owed her an apology.
If he were to make up for it, would it make Zhuang Ronger feel better?
He doesn't know.
Ah Huai applied a little force with his fingertips, and seeing that Zhuang Rong'er was standing there without resistance, he pulled her arm down through her clothes and held it in his palm. He took a nectar tube that had fallen to the ground, opened it, and wet a clean handkerchief.
Zhuang Rong'er's skin was very white, and the flowing bloodstains looked like the flame totem tattooed on her arm.
He tried to keep his gaze on the wound, gently wiped away the blood stains around it, and then wiped her bloody finger.
Zhuang Rong'er didn't move, letting Ah Huai clean her wound. When he asked if he could use medicine for the wound, she nodded in a daze and took out a bottle of Linji ointment from her arms and handed it to him.
She stared at his face silently, looking at his eyebrows, looking at his lips that she had teased, and looking at his hands that were carefully applying medicine to her.
She recalled that his voice was cool and gentle, with a hint of hoarseness.
"You don't need to apologize to me." Zhuang Rong'er said.
——He never needed to apologize to her, he was such a good person.
Ah Huai's fingers paused, and the gauze that was about to be tied loosened again because a drop of warm and transparent liquid wet the edge of the gauze.
He picked up the cloth, tied it up again, and looked up at Zhuang Rong'er.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
She was quiet for a while before she said "hmm". The trembling sound in her nasal cavity was not obvious, but even the little snake going crazy in the blood sand stopped its movements after hearing it.
——Zhuang Ronger cried.
This is something that is almost impossible to happen.
Zhuang Rong'er rarely sheds tears. It can even be said that she often bleeds but never cries.
The Ghost Grandma said that she was a cold-blooded child who could not shed tears, so she lacked many ingredients for medicine, and her skills in refining elixirs and poisons were incomplete.
When she was a child, Guilao gave her a butterfly of her own, a beautiful and obedient butterfly messenger.
Zhuang Rong'er stared at the butterfly messenger in her hand, pursing her lips in joy.
But the ghost lady told her to kill him.
She put away her smile and did not move.
The ghost lady then hit her with her own hands, and the butterfly died, and her hand that was holding the butterfly was almost rotten.
But she stubbornly refused to let go and didn't cry.
The ghost lady hugged her again, applied medicine to her, and broke the butterfly's body into pieces.
At this time, Zhuang Rong'er finally cried, without any sound, only tears falling.
The ghost lady was very happy. She took out a container to hold the butterfly and rewarded her with a more beautiful butterfly messenger.
That was the first and last time she cried in her memory. Even if the Ghost Grandma used the same trick again, she could not cry again.
Even at the moment when she learned of Jing Huai's death and countless moments thereafter, the corners of her eyes were dry.
Zhuang Rong'er slowly raised her hand to touch the liquid drop under her eyes, stared at it with her finger, and after a long time, rubbed it on Ah Huai's lapel.
Facing Ah Huai's gaze, she leaned down and buried her head in his chest.
In the past few decades, in order to perform the magic of resurrection, she collected rare treasures everywhere, and seemed to have no real feeling that Jing Huai had left.
It was as if he was just sleeping or practicing in seclusion.
She often went to see his stone statue, as if visiting the entrance of the cave where he was in seclusion.
She was certain that at some point in the future, when she had gathered all the materials needed for the evil spell, Jing Huai would appear before her again, and everything would be the same as before.
He is still the genius of Tianque Sect, admired and worshipped by thousands of people.
He doesn't know her, but when she is in danger, he will appear like a god and break through the barriers.
She was immersed in such imagination and felt that she had not really lost Jing Huai. She even had a remnant of his soul.
But now, a person who looked so much like Jing Huai was right beside her. A sand ghost who had also had contact with Jing Huai and was still living in the obsession of a hundred years ago also appeared in front of her. Instead, they reminded her and made her realize more clearly that -
Jing Huai is dead and no longer exists. He has been gone for a hundred years, and a lot can happen in a hundred years.
Perhaps she was just like that ridiculous sand ghost. Having never seen such a brilliant person, she could not forget the kindness he showed her. She became obsessed with it, accumulated karma, and lived her life deceiving herself by the fragments of their meetings.
Is there not even a trace of resentment in her heart?
Perhaps she had also thought that it would be better if Jing Huai had never saved her, or if their meeting had stayed in the Thousand Eyes Forest that day.
She did not feel curious about the gentle knight in white, nor did she participate in the competition among the righteous sects. They had never met each other, so Jing Huai was just an ordinary name, not a spell that controlled her.
Jing Huai is really gone.
Millions of lives survived, but he alone died.
The handsome young man of the past turned into a stone statue in the ancient battlefield of Hunxu.
The young monks did not know him, the monks of his time had forgotten him, and his name no longer resounded throughout the world.
The moments in the past that she treasured became quicksand between her fingers and would never return to her hands again.
Just like the shattered butterfly.
…
Ah Huai heard Zhuang Rong'er sobbing like a little animal, her shoulders shaking, and tears flowing down his clothes and across his chest.
He felt somewhat helpless and allowed Zhuang Rong'er to hold him in his arms. He gently moved his hand to her back and patted her twice hesitantly as a symbol of comfort.
"Sorry." He apologized again.
I thought I wouldn't get a response, but Zhuang Rong'er demanded in a muffled voice, "...Keep patting me like this, don't let go."
While sobbing and breathing heavily, she grabbed Ah Huai's hand on her back, forcing him to hug her tighter and urging him to pat her back.
The moist heat in his chest was a bit scorching, but Ah Huai forced himself to ignore it and silently comforted her obediently.
…
The sun gradually rose higher.
The light coming down from the cave entrance is blindingly bright.
Zhuang Rong'er shed all her tears in Ah Huai's arms as if in vain, and she felt strangely at ease.
After she had completely calmed down, she became a little rude and didn't recognize anyone.
She stood up straight, and apart from her eyes being a little red, she showed no unusual emotional fluctuations.
Only the dark watermark on Ah Huai's chest proved what had happened before.
"You must have forgotten what happened just now." She looked away and said lightly.
"Your health is better now, it's time to eat some human food." Zhuang Rong'er pointed to the snacks placed on the ground beside her.
Seeing that Ah Huai didn't move, she took the initiative to take the package of crispy meat patties wrapped in oil paper and handed it over.
There was still her blood on Ah Huai's lips. When Zhuang Rong'er noticed it, her gaze fixed slightly. She licked her lips unconsciously, then took out a handkerchief, dipped it in Ganlu and wiped Ah Huai's face with it.
Her actions were quick and natural, and she had finished before Ah Huai could react. She casually threw the used handkerchief over the little snake's head.
Ah Huai's gaze followed the handkerchief, his expression remained unchanged but his eyes moved slightly.
When the white snake found that its master had returned to normal, it started to wrap the scarf around its body again and became very active and annoying.
Ah Huai took the oil-paper package, retracted his gaze from the white snake, and asked, "Don't you want to eat it?"
"..." Zhuang Rong'er wanted to answer that she was a monk who had already practiced fasting and didn't need to eat, but at this moment she was still a mortal, so she shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry."
"But you lost a lot of blood." Ah Huai took out a piece of crispy meat pie from the oil paper package and handed it to her.
Zhuang Rong'er hesitated for two or three seconds before taking it and sitting down next to him.
"What do you think of my actions?" She bit the shortbread intermittently, her eyes fixed on the ground. After swallowing the food, she raised her head and asked, "If it were you, what would you do when facing that sand ghost?"
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