Mo Ran shook her head: "Xiao Yuan'er, I'm really fine now. Don't worry about me. If your brother really has no feelings for me, there's no point in forcing it. I like him, and I don't regret it."
"Our Mo Ran is a silly girl."
"Xiao Yuan'er and I are in the same boat."
The two girls smiled at each other.
The two girls look completely different; one is delicate and beautiful, the other is dashing and handsome. But beneath their different appearances lies a similar soul: both are full of kindness towards the world and will not let unfulfilled desires blind them.
So even though they look different and have different personalities, they can still become best friends.
That night, the two sisters poured out their hearts to each other, showing that friendship is just as important as love.
*
The next day, when An Yuan'er woke up, she reached out and found the bed beside her empty; Lin Moran had left.
On the table was a simple bowl of congee and side dishes, along with a letter left by Mo Ran.
With the martial arts competition just around the corner, I'm going to be his sparring partner. Be careful in your actions, and if anything happens, come find me at the training ground. I'll be there whenever you need me. My dear Yuan'er, be safe, we'll be waiting for you to come back.
An Yuan'er's lips curled up slightly. Mo Ran was really busy, having to accompany her brother to martial arts practice during the day and then spend her evenings with her, his younger sister. It wasn't easy for her. Her brother's martial arts practice started before dawn every day, and it was hard on Mo Ran to get up early every day to accompany him. When would her brother finally get the hang of it?
An Yuan'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration, wrote a letter, and gave it to her servant to deliver to her brother at the martial arts arena.
After finishing the letter, An Yuan'er was able to eat her porridge with peace of mind. After finishing, she simply changed into men's clothing and went out.
She didn't bring Guoguo with her today, nor did she ask Shuangshuang to come along; she acted alone.
She went straight to her destination, to the inn to find Lan Jingtang, determined to find a way before Lan Jingtang could contact Yi Chenxuan.
Meanwhile, on the training ground, the two fighters were evenly matched.
Although Lin Moran was a woman, her martial arts skills were such that An Huishou never had to deliberately let her win; the two fought fiercely. But today, Moran was a little distracted, and An Huishou didn't have time to stop, accidentally slashing the back of Lin Moran's hand with his sword.
An turned and stopped: "Mo Ran, are you alright? It's my fault for not stopping. I'm sorry."
Mo Ran casually bandaged his hand and said straightforwardly, "This little injury is nothing. Besides, bumps and scrapes are inevitable when sparring; it's all normal. And it was my mistake today, so there's nothing to apologize for."
Most girls, when injured, will at least cry out in pain, even if they don't cry it out completely. But Mo Ran is never coy or delicate; she's much more carefree than any man.
Mo Ran picked up his sword again and said, "Brother An, let's try again."
Although Mo Ran remembered what Xiao Yuan'er had said about being more gentle in front of the man she loved, if she were to cry and whine at the drop of a hat to gain his pity, then that person wouldn't be Lin Mo Ran.
Lin Moran has her pride; she doesn't want to be someone else.
Despite being neither beautiful, gentle, literate, nor fierce, she only wanted to be the real Lin Moran.
Just then, the servant rushed over.
"Young master, this is a letter from the young lady."
Mo Ran panicked. Had something happened to Yuan'er?
She said eagerly, "Open it and take a look quickly."
An Huaishou was still a little confused. The little girl never wrote him letters; the siblings always talked face to face.
An Huai opened the letter; it contained only one sentence.
Suddenly, I turned around, and there she was, in the dim light.
An looked back for a moment, not quite understanding.
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