A cold wind blew all night, and the red candles inside the house flickered with a faint light.
Aside from her own illness, Rong Chang's external injuries recovered relatively quickly.
At dawn, when the sky began to lighten with the first hint of white, Rong Chang woke up.
The vast Changfeng Pavilion was quiet at this moment. Rong Shang raised her hand to pinch her brow and was about to get out of bed when a "crash" sound came from behind the screen, the sound of a teacup falling.
Then came a little girl's voice, who exclaimed in alarm, "Ah!"
Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, her gaze still fixed on the screen, when an unfamiliar face appeared.
"Miss Jiang, you're awake?"
Seeing that Rong Shang had woken up, Xiao Wei was overjoyed.
Rong Shang smiled faintly and nodded. Just as she was about to ask her where Yin Mo had gone,
The person in front of me had already turned around, saying that she was going to get water for her to wash up.
Rong Chang, “…”
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Even before she fell into a coma, Rong Shang heard Yin Mo say that he would help her cure her illness.
Therefore, Rong Chang has naturally stayed in Minghua Cave these days.
After staying at Changfeng Pavilion for only two days, and with her injuries mostly healed, Rong Shang still hadn't seen the man again.
That morning, Rong Shang was feeling restless and suffocated in her room. As she strolled to the front courtyard to admire the flowers, she heard faint noises coming from the other side of the corridor.
"Sect Master, Miss Jiang woke up a couple of days ago, and so far she seems to be in good condition."
First, Xiao Wei's voice came from beside him, followed by Yin Mo's indifferent voice.
"Okay, you can go ahead and get busy."
"Yes, Sect Master."
A moment later, Rong Shang turned her head to look at the long corridor. A man in white came in the morning light, his blurry yet gradually clear figure reflected in her pupils.
Seeing her standing outside the door, Yin Mo's indifferent expression faltered slightly, but only for a second. He walked over and asked a question.
"Is your injury healed?"
"Hmm." Rong Shang pursed her lips and smiled gently. "Thank you, Young Master Xie, for saving Mu Yu's life."
Rong Shang realized that the title "Young Master Yin" was more fitting for this man.
Sect Leader Yin... isn't he getting a bit old?
System, […You're just overthinking things.]
“It is what I should do, Miss Jiang, there is no need to thank me.”
He could feel her gentle, shimmering gaze falling on him. Yin Mo pursed his lips, his cold gaze intentionally or unintentionally shifting away.
However, there was one thing he still couldn't understand: why did she rush over and block him that night?
Thinking of Jiang Muyan's obsession with the Blood Spirit Pearl, Yin Mo frowned slightly.
He glanced at Rong Shang and suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
Um?
A look of confusion appeared on Rong Chang's exquisitely beautiful, fair face.
However, after hearing what Yin Mo was thinking, she immediately understood.
She turned around, facing the front of the courtyard, her back straight, exuding an extremely noble and elegant air.
Within seconds, Rong Shang's cold and aloof voice came over.
"Is Young Master Yin afraid that I'll take your Blood Spirit Pearl?"
He thought she had ulterior motives for rushing over to block the blow for him.
Yin Mo remained silent, but Rong Chang's voice rang out again, "Young Master Yin, please rest assured, Mu Yu is not the kind of person who would take advantage of someone in distress."
She didn't care about that damned Blood Spirit Pearl.
Unexpectedly, she understood his meaning so quickly, and a glint flashed in Yin Mo's dark eyes.
He looked at her slender figure. The woman's smooth black hair fell over her shoulders, and she was wearing the white clothing of their Minghua Cave.
For some reason, it actually looks quite pleasing to the eye.
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