Chapter 107 It's about love, forget it, forget it, forget it.
Wan Qianzhong casually said, "It's just some extra stuff, I gave it to you without thinking. If you don't like it, you can give it to someone else or throw it away, you don't need to ask me." Her tone was light and indifferent, which made Pei Wenjing angry.
Although they hadn't met many times, they shared the same stubborn and pushy temper, as if it had seeped into their very blood.
Pei Wenjing sneered, "If you came out here just to say this, you might as well shut up. I don't care about your gift." With that, Pei Wenjing took out the brocade box and slammed it heavily on the ground.
He flicked his sleeves and left. After a long while, Wan Qianzhong turned around and looked at the brocade box he had placed on the ground.
Pei Wenjing is the child she doesn't want to acknowledge.
The cultivators of Kunlun are discussing the meaning of life, while people in the mortal world are only thinking about how to survive.
Food, money, population... too many things weighed on their heads, leaving them no time to ponder the meaning of life. Kunlun was a haven for thinkers, while reality lay beyond the mountains.
Even cultivators who possess numerous magical skills still need to rack their brains to figure out how to survive in the mortal world.
The feeling of being utterly isolated and helpless, walking on thin ice, was a past she least wanted to recall.
Until a rogue cultivator appeared, she briefly became immersed in a relationship and finally understood why mortals preferred to live well in the present moment rather than ponder the meaning of life.
Wan Qianchong and he retired to the countryside, seemingly living in a honey pot every day. It was indeed an extremely beautiful period, and even in retrospect, a hint of sweetness could be tasted. But she also knew that an overly comfortable life would erode her ambition. It was like a frog being slowly boiled in water; she was in that lukewarm water, destined to either jump out or die.
Even the child she gave birth to was placed in Kunlun. That child was a piece of her own flesh, and at the moment it left her, the deep affection in her heart also fell out with it. From then on, she became heartless, her mind filled only with her grand ambitions.
The further she went, the more she felt that if she hadn't had that relationship, things would have been better. That way, she could have been alone, never had any weaknesses, and nothing could hold her back.
Wan Qianzhong denies ever having had a love affair. She believes only cowards indulge in such pleasures. That relationship perfectly encapsulates her broken heart and self-destructive past, and she has always tried to erase that trace from her life.
Just like Pei Wenjing, she never gave him a name, nor did she participate in his life. To Wan Qianzhong, he was like a stranger.
But if he really was just a "stranger", why would she remember his birthday and, on his birthday, rack her brains to give him the Four Treasures of the Study, following the meaning of his name?
Are they really just strangers? Does she really hate Pei Wenjing as much as she thinks?
Perhaps, she didn't hate Pei Wenjing, nor that person; she only hated her past self. She forcibly linked that relationship with her downfall, but in reality, the coincidence in timing was merely a coincidence, not because she fell in love with someone that caused her misfortune. She was simply finding an excuse for herself, blaming others to seek inner peace.
She simply couldn't accept that she wasn't strong enough.
Wan Qianzhong looked up at the sun overhead and felt that the sun was too bright today, making her eyes hurt.
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Shen Cangyu squatted in front of the medicine cauldron, watching the candle dragon circle around it. The cauldron wasn't refining medicine, but rather a cake base. She couldn't conjure an oven out of thin air; that required some skill, which she couldn't design. She hesitated for a moment between the cauldron and the stove, finally choosing the cauldron to bake the cake. Compared to the stove, the cauldron was more delicate and easier to control. As for whether the baked cake would have a medicinal taste… well, that was up to Pei Wenjing to decide.
Shen Cangyu picked up a pear from the fruit tray on the table and started eating it.
Shen Cangyu rested her chin on her hand, her thoughts wandering. She couldn't understand why Pei Wenjing suddenly wanted to eat cake. She had never made it in this life, so where did Pei Wenjing find out about it? Could it be that she had made it for Pei Wenjing in the past? What was the relationship between her and Pei Wenjing in the past?
In the memories of Kunlun that she unlocked, she and Pei Wenjing were often at odds, and most of the time it was she who took the initiative to provoke Pei Wenjing, who would reluctantly fight back under her provocation. But occasionally, she would see herself in her memories always eating with Pei Wenjing, their harmonious relationship showing no sign that they had just finished a fight.
Pei Wenjing usually didn't like to eat, seemingly suffering from anorexia, but Shen Cangyu tried various methods to prepare delicious meals for him, occasionally secretly cooking for him on the back mountain behind the seniors of Wanqi Guixin. Reflecting on her feelings at the time, Shen Cangyu probably felt sorry for Pei Wenjing. She cared about him.
They were fellow disciples who loved and hated each other. This was Shen Cangyu's assessment of his past self and Pei Wenjing.
But looking at Pei Wenjing's hesitant expression and restrained attitude when he looked at her now, Shen Cangyu inexplicably felt that her relationship with him was not just like that.
But every time Shen Cangyu asked, Pei Wenjing would avoid the topic, looking at her with a resentful gaze and saying, "Forget it, if you don't remember, just let it go. It's not important anyway."
What? You're making her sound like a scumbag.
Shen Cangyu took a big bite of the pear, as if it were Pei Wenjing's flesh.
Juice burst between her teeth as she crunched the pear. Suddenly, she remembered that in her first life, she didn't know much about this world. She must have seen it as a world from a novel and herself as a transmigrator who would leave after completing her mission.
Initially, in her eyes, Pei Wenjing was merely a character she wanted to win over, a fictional character from a novel. So, how much of her affection for Pei Wenjing was genuine, and how much was feigned?
Would a person develop genuine feelings for someone who doesn't even exist?
Shen Cangyu thought that if it were her, she probably wouldn't.
But if she realizes that she has been deceived, that she is not actually a time traveler, but also a person in this world, and that her identity and her memories are just programs created for her by the author, and that she is no different from everyone else in this world, will her thoughts change?
Shen Cangyu thought, perhaps not.
If she likes someone, she won't care about their identity, whether they live in this world or that world; she won't care about any of those external factors. She likes him simply because he is who he is. There are no bonuses, no deductions, and no necessary conditions. She likes only that person, regardless of any other factors. She likes him as a whole, shaped by all his strengths and weaknesses.
When you like someone, you like everything about them.
This is Shen Cangyu's understanding of love. Therefore, Shen Cangyu always felt that she did not understand what love was. The love she knew was a pure, simple, and passionate emotion that was only connected with one person, but she did not think that such a person would appear in her life.
She cares more about herself than others; she's a selfish person, and there's no one worth diverting her attention from.
There was a loud bang from the kitchen door. Shen Cangyu turned her head and saw that someone had probably pushed the kitchen door, but she had locked it from the inside, so the person couldn't open it.
The person outside pushed the door, then stopped when they realized it was locked. Judging by their demeanor, Shen Cangyu knew who it was.
She quickly got up and tried to run outside, but then remembered the pear she had half-eaten. Feeling guilty, she found a bowl and hid the pear before running outside.
After all, if another kitchen worker tried to open the door once and couldn't, they would definitely try a few more times, or even yell at the people in the kitchen to see who had taken over the kitchen.
Pei Wenjing pushed the wooden door to the kitchen, but it wouldn't open. He lowered his eyes, turned around, and was about to walk out when suddenly, he heard a creaking sound behind him.
His heart skipped a beat. He turned around, but the door wasn't open. However, the window next to it had been lifted from the inside. Shen Cangyu leaned out of the window, one hand on the edge. She looked at Pei Wenjing and asked with a smile, "Look who it is. Instead of going back to your room to wash up and wait for me, you've come here."
Shen Cangyu originally thought that, given Pei Wenjing's temper, he would blush and turn away after hearing her words, or accuse her of being unserious.
Unexpectedly, Pei Wenjing swallowed and replied, "Hmm."
What's wrong with this person? Suddenly they look so aggrieved, like they've been abandoned, even though they were perfectly fine this afternoon.
Shen Cangyu thought for a moment, then glanced at the medicine cauldron behind her. She hadn't wanted Pei Wenjing to see the tools she was using, fearing he might get angry and refuse to take the medicine. But looking at his expression, she couldn't help but sigh and think, "Never mind."
She looked at Pei Wenjing and said, "How about this, if you beg me, maybe I'll take pity on you and open the door for you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Pei Wenjing interrupted.
Please.
Author's Note: I forgot last time, I forgot this time, I'll forgot next time... Will I have to forgot next time too, Shen Cangyu?
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