Chapter 35 "Chi Wan, what did you call me?"...
"Yun Xianqing, don't be angry anymore, okay?" She gently shook her fingertips, her eyes sparkling, her expression becoming serious, and her tone rising.
Yun Xianqing looked at her. The dust on her once fair face had not been completely wiped away, and the traces of hardship on her face had not been completely erased. Yet, her face looked exceptionally vivid, more lively than anything else in the world in his eyes.
He suddenly laughed, his thick eyelashes trembling above his dark pupils, his curved eyebrows seemingly purifying all displeasure, leaving only a slight teasing.
He was acutely aware that she was coaxing him.
And he seemed to really enjoy being coaxed by her.
So whether he's angry or angry, whatever, none of that matters. Compared to being coaxed by her, everything else takes a backseat to his joy.
Therefore, he said in a gentle tone, "Want me not to be angry? Fine."
Meng Chiwan looked at him intently, her expression revealing a hint of doubt.
She asked with her eyes: What is it? What do you want me to do?
"Could Chi Wan be a little closer to me too? Don't always call me Immortal Lord or call me by my name. You call Zhong Huai Brother, but to me..." Yun Xianqing began, her tone gentle and soft, yet seemingly coaxing.
Meng Chiwan hesitated for a moment before speaking, "You don't mean you want me to call you Brother Xianqing, do you?"
She thought about it for a moment and decided it wasn't a bad idea.
“…No.” Yun Xianqing seemed a little stunned when he heard her call him “brother.” He put his hand to his lips, his emotions unreadable, and then slowly said, “Call me Xihe.”
Meng Chiwan murmured the name to herself, then looked up and asked, "Is this your courtesy name?"
Yun Xianqing nodded and walked slowly: "Yes. What about Chi Wan? Does Chi Wan have a courtesy name?"
He walked at a moderate pace, keeping in sync with her, so that she could follow behind him for protection while keeping up with him effortlessly.
Meng Chiwan made a beautiful sword flourish with Jinglan, her eyelids lowered, and said, "No. My father and mother never gave me a name. My uncle only gave me one when I came of age, but I didn't like it."
Yun Xianqing asked naturally, "What is it?"
“Keqin. Ke as in restraint, qin as in relatives.” She answered naturally, seemingly without much emotion.
Yun Xianqing fell silent, seemingly realizing the origin of the word.
"Killing one's parents." This refers to her being destined to bring misfortune to her father and mother. They even avoided using homophones. The malice was almost overflowing. She suffered for years, finally reaching marriageable age, only to be completely branded with the label of "killing one's parents."
Something flashed in his dark eyes, and he frowned slightly: "Chi Wan has suffered. The name Chi Wan is already good enough; there's no need for any other name. Especially not one given to such a despicable person."
For some reason, his first reaction was heartache, followed by an overwhelming desire to get revenge for her. But he was clearly not the type to meddle in other people's business, and in fact, he had been indifferent to such matters for many years.
He suddenly realized that since meeting Meng Chiwan, being saved by her, and getting to know her, he seemed to have gradually begun to have various emotions, becoming more and more vivid.
"Disgusting stuff." Meng Chiwan smiled, a faint joy in her eyes, making her look even brighter.
“Yes. A filthy scumbag. He will surely be punished in the future.” Yun Xianqing also smiled, but his eyes were full of seriousness. Noticing Meng Chiwan’s joy, he seemed to be happy as well and echoed her.
"I hope so," Meng Chiwan said noncommittally.
Yun Xianqing said, "Then call me Xihe."
“Xi, He.” Meng Chiwan smiled, her tone gentle yet her words clear, each syllable distinct, as if she were pondering something. “Like the bright sun, harmonious and joyful. I’ll remember that.”
Her eyebrows were curved like crescent moons, and when she spoke his name, her voice was melodious and her whole being radiant, as if the moonlight was shining on him.
He realized for the first time that his handwriting could actually sound beautiful. He felt that Xihe, the name, had acquired its full meaning because of her.
The two walked slowly, with Yun Xianqing half a step ahead of her. Even in this situation, they seemed somewhat lazy, as if they were strolling through a city affiliated with the Immortal Alliance.
Meanwhile, Wen Liansong, who had been walking quietly to the side and had little presence, stayed by Meng Chiwan's side, listening to the two's casual conversation.
But the next moment, Yun Xianqing stopped in her tracks as the water sword in her hand swirled.
Meng Chiwan also stopped and grabbed Wen Liansong.
Yun Xianqing said, "They've arrived."
Meng Chiwan looked up and saw a tranquil scene before her. The path, stretching out from the grass and trees, was long and winding, and the deep, serene scene gradually grew into the distance. Compared to before, there was nothing unusual about it.
For example, the outermost tree not far away looks desolate, with fallen leaves covering the ground and its branches twisting and trembling slightly.
When she looked back, it seemed that something had moved.
Jinglan was gripped tightly, no longer casually held in his hand as he twirled the sword.
"Don't be afraid. Hold on to me." Yun Xianqing said, reaching out her hand, a reassuring smile still playing on her lips.
Meng Chiwan took his hand and noticed that it was slightly cool. She unconsciously gripped it tighter, as if trying to warm it. Then she took Wen Liansong's hand with her other hand.
At the same time, she looked at Wen Liansong, then put away her shock and freed her other hand: "Hold me tight."
Yun Xianqing glanced at their clasped hands, and the smile on her lips seemed to freeze for a moment, but it quickly returned, as if she had been in a daze for a moment.
Almost the instant Yun Xianqing withdrew his gaze, the surrounding scenery began to change rapidly, and countless trees suddenly sprouted legs and ran at full speed!
It seemed as if human faces had sprouted from every tree, sometimes as rough bark, sometimes as smooth, oily human faces. Each face wore a different expression: fear, despair, or even a smile that appeared to be filled with pain.
As Meng Chiwan watched, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. The next moment, everything around her began to spin, and then her eyes were covered by something. In her panic, it seemed as if someone gently embraced her. The sound of wind filled her ears, but a familiar voice traveled through the waves to her ears: "Don't look."
Then came a long darkness, and it seemed as if water was flowing down her neck.
But her heart gradually calmed down, and in the darkness and silence, she clearly felt that the person holding her hands was holding her tightly.
At least we didn't get separated. That's what she thought to herself.
As her vision cleared, she looked down at her hands and saw only two severed pieces. Her heart and nerves felt like they were about to burst! Her eyes widened, and in disbelief and shock, she hurriedly shook off the two hands.
Then she hurriedly looked around, but did not see Yun Xianqing or Wen Liansong.
The shockwave was unleashed. Since she was alone again, she could only rely on herself.
It's that situation again.
As she thought about it, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
She hurriedly stepped back, raising the Jinglan sword to sever the hand, but the hand barely managed to grasp the blade of the Jinglan sword.
A few drops of bright red blood, tinged with a fishy smell, fell to the ground, and at the same time, she saw the face of the owner of that hand.
Zhonghuai.
She stopped her sword, looking at his injured hand with some confusion. Then Zhong Huai gently placed his other hand on her shoulder and then stroked her cheek, his hair passing through her fingertips.
There was no hint of blame on his face, he just smiled and said, "Chi Wan, it's good that I can still see you."
Her heart began to pound inexplicably, and even her legs and hands started to feel weak, almost unable to hold the sword.
For some unknown reason, she didn't avoid Zhong Huai's hand, and her eyes inexplicably welled up with tears as she said, "Brother Zhong Huai."
Yet, a strange feeling was brewing within her, making her doubt herself even in her own actions. Was the person before her truly herself? Why were these inappropriate emotions surging within her?
She pondered in her heart, but on the surface she was filled with longing. After Jinglan was put away, she slowly took his hand, her eyes filled with clear tenderness.
She kept her eyes fixed on Zhonghuai.
But the next moment, all her movements froze. Her heart seemed to stop beating.
Yun Xianqing was standing in the corner, quietly watching her, his smile so bright it was almost eerie.
She belatedly realized that this time they were no longer in an open-air setting; this time the setting had walls, a roof, and... a guilty conscience.
Yes, I felt guilty.
But her first reaction was to pull Zhong Huai behind her, and she didn't even know why.
"Yun Xianqing".
Her movements were fluid and graceful. When she looked at Yun Xianqing again, she saw that the smile on his lips had widened, and something obscure flashed in his dark eyes.
“Chi Wan.” Yun Xianqing spoke, her words like shattering jade on a stone.
Meng Chiwan looked at him, her fingertips trembling for some reason.
"What did you call me?" The tone was calm.
Author's Note: Meng Chiwan: He seduced me! [Crying]
Yun Xianqing: What did you call me? I'm not angry, I'm not angry [milk tea emoji]
There's a reason behind all of this, Chi Wan! I'll explain later. [cat paw emoji]
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