Xiao Nanhui woke up in a warm embrace.
The dim oil lamp had not yet gone out, but only a tiny flame was still flickering.
Tiny raindrops fell from the small window like dust, forming a shallow layer of water marks in the small pond in the center of the ground.
It's raining.
She actually fell asleep, and slept soundly. She seemed to have had another dream, but the specific content of the dream quickly disappeared the moment she woke up.
"woke up?"
She looked up at the face so close to her, and something flashed by in her trance.
"I just...had a dream."
What she just said was the time when she was in love and dreaming last night.
She was too embarrassed to say it, but the other party understood.
His forehead rested lightly on her neck, his eyelashes gently closed, and there was a faint smile in his voice.
"What did you dream about?"
Xiao Nanhui pondered deeply, trying to grasp the last bit of memory.
"I dreamed that you were sitting alone in the hall, wearing a white dress..."
White clothes? Apart from his moon-white uniform, he rarely wears light colors.
And then? He seemed to have said something to her, but her memory was like quicksand; the harder she tried to grasp it, the less she could hold onto it. But in a split second, she couldn't recall a single thing.
There was a hint of confusion on her face, a vivid emotion that could be seen through without much guesswork.
After a long time without any sound, the man opened his eyes and looked at her quietly. After a moment, he raised his hand and gently took off the hairpin on her head.
Her hair had long been undone, and her flexible strands were scattered on the stone floor, so he gently gathered them up with his fingers.
She came to her senses and subconsciously wanted to take it herself but was gently pressed down by the other party.
"Don't move. I've seen your hairpin skills before."
Xiao Nanhui withdrew his hand awkwardly, letting the other party play with him uncomfortably, and started to make small talk.
"When you lived here, did you only read scriptures every day?"
He was so focused on combing the ends of her slightly damp hair that he didn't notice the details in the context of her words.
"There are other things I need to read, mostly arranged by the palace tutors. They are classified in a complex way and are numerous. But compared to the scriptures, they are really nothing."
"Why the scriptures? Is it because you have a connection with Buddhism and Master Wushan once accepted you as his disciple?"
She felt the other person's gentle hand pause for a moment.
"I have no affinity with Buddhism. Becoming a Buddha or a demon is a matter of a thought. The scriptures and the relics are only constraints. As for Wushan, he must have grown tired of exorcising demons and wanted to save me in a different way. I'm afraid he never cared whether I lived or died."
Wu Shan is a master who is highly respected by all Buddhists and Taoists in the world. How come in this person's mouth he becomes a bastard who doesn't care about people's lives?
The murals in the Shen family cave flashed before her eyes, and she suddenly felt that people's understanding of gods and Buddhas might not be accurate, but the so-called legends might not be just false.
"If you have no sorrow or joy, no love or hate, you won't become a demon, right? But in this world, who can guarantee that their heart will be as still as water, without ripples?"
She blew a few strands of hair in front of her eyes, and the man quickly noticed and put them back in place one by one.
"Before I met you, the impossible you said was my whole life."
He gently lifted the ends of her hair, pinched the hairpin with his fingertips and inserted it firmly into her hair. A little more would be too much, and a little less would be too little.
"When we first met, I thought you were only a little interesting. When we met again, I thought you were three or four points foolish. And then I thought you were seven or eight points pathetic. I had no intention of doing that, but you insisted on barging in. You carry within you the pain of love and separation, resentment and resentment, unfulfilled desires, and the burning of the five elements that I have let go of for over a decade. Half a lifetime of cultivation was destroyed by you. Xiao Nanhui, how can you make it up to me?"
Xiao Nanhui listened to this confession that was almost an accusation, and felt that it was even more overwhelming than the most explicit love words in the storybook.
She was careless, thinking that after last night, he would have stopped.
She pretended to fumble with the hairpin he had tied on his head, but in fact she lowered her head to hide her old face which was burning with shame.
"Did you bring me to this tower just to tell me this?"
"I thought after last night, you should know why I brought you here."
His voice brushed past her ears gently. It was obviously very upright and clear, but it brought back some of the most confusing and tormenting memories of last night.
She felt the blood rushing from her head to her limbs, and the next moment his slightly cold hand grasped her palm, and then he hugged her and stood up.
"But besides that, there's something else. Luo He said there might be a notebook my mother left behind hidden here."
She knew he had reasons for everything he did. But for some reason, she couldn't even take his jokes lightly. If this continued, what would she do in the future?
Su Wei suppressed the smile on his lips and pretended not to see the sadness on the other person's face. He picked up the oil lamp and felt the stone bricks on the wall one by one.
With the help of the oil lamp, she finally saw the uneven walls around her.
The stone used for the tower body is the hardest Songjiang rock in Fujian Province. The rock layer is mixed with meteoric iron, which is difficult to split even with a sword. It can only be mined bit by bit using a stone chisel made of the same Songjiang rock.
Yet, in the firelight, the walls were covered in scratches of varying depths, some as fine as hairlines biting into the stone, others as thick and deep as if struck by a heavy axe. These marks crisscrossed the entire tower, as if a brutal battle had taken place here before, with broken swords and halberds.
In the past, she would have been baffled, but now it was easy for her to understand. If someone returned to the Seqiu Cave where they had stayed, they would probably find the same traces around it.
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