"Sigh..." Bei Yan sighed, feeling as if he had been transported to another world.
Having transmigrated from the modern world to this other world, more than seventeen years have passed, and sometimes it feels like a dream.
When she woke up, she was still in the modern world, sitting with Jun Chen, both with white hair, in the Jun family's old house, brewing tea and watching the sunset, feeling drowsy.
Looking down at the warm, fluffy creature in his arms, Junlin was sleeping soundly nestled in his embrace. He thought to himself, "It wouldn't be so bad to have a second chance."
After all, who doesn't want to be young?
I got up and went back to my room to sleep.
Because of the banquet at the palace, the academy gave its students a four-day holiday. The usually bustling academy was unusually quiet during these four days.
Despite being severely injured, Bei Yan couldn't go out much. He spent his days practicing boxing with Gu Dong and learning immortal techniques from Jun Lin, as well as cooking with phoenix fire, which he found quite enjoyable.
The four-day holiday ended in the blink of an eye, and students gradually returned to the college.
Just then, Bei Yan returned from running a few laps around the mountain when she heard Qian Qing's voice. Startled, she stumbled and quickly and quietly returned to the house.
After reciting the purification technique I recently learned from Junlin, I instantly felt refreshed and my clothes even smelled pleasant.
While marveling at the wonders of the magic, he quickly lay back down on his bed, looking sickly and listless.
"Little Yan'er, Little San'er has come to see you!" Gu Dong deliberately spoke loudly to remind Bei Yan inside the room, so that he would be prepared and not give himself away!
"Master, let Xiao San'er in." The voice was weak, clearly sickly.
The antique man's lips twitched. "Tsk, no wonder he's my apprentice. Look at his reaction speed, look at his pretentious act."
The two pushed open the door and entered. Through the bed curtains, they could only see a blurry figure of Bei Yan lying on the bed.
"Little San'er, you're here, cough cough cough. Sit down wherever you like, cough cough cough." Bei Yan coughed twice after each sentence to show how badly he was injured.
He secretly rejoiced, thankful that men and women are different; otherwise, with the mistress's superb medical skills, a single pulse diagnosis would have been fatal.
Hearing the intermittent coughing, Qian Qing felt as if her heart was being clenched, and she felt a strange pang of heartache.
"Is Yan'er feeling any better?" The gentle voice couldn't hide the concern.
The antique dealer, who had been watching closely, felt a sudden jolt in his heart. Could it be that Xiao San'er had some other thoughts about Xiao Yan'er?
That won't do. Although the mistress is quite qualified in many ways, in the past, I could have secretly tried to bring them together.
But now that he has already met Xiao Yan'er's sweetheart, his heart is completely devoted to her, and there's no room left for a mistress.
No, it seems I need to secretly give the mistress a warning, to prevent things from ending up like those heartbroken, lovesick men and women.
Ugh, just thinking about it gives this old man goosebumps.
"I'm feeling better, cough cough, thank you for thinking of me, little San'er, cough cough cough." Bei Yan covered his chest with his hand, and his coughing grew louder and louder.
Seeing the usually lively and adorable girl in such a state, Qian Qing felt a pang of heartache.
"Yan'er, stop talking and lie down to rest. I will go back and ask my master about your condition, and I will make a medicine to cure you as soon as possible."
The little sweetheart will grow up to be a big sweetheart. Look at what they said, what can I do? I'm so touched.
"Okay, cough cough, thank you, Xiao San'er. Xiao San'er is the best to me, cough cough cough."
"Junlin?" I'll give you one chance to explain.
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