Late at night, Sunset Peak.
Cang Jinglan sat beside Mu Siyue's bed, opened the medicine bottle and poured out the pills.
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place..." Cang Jinglan said in a low voice with a sigh, his words helpless.
Cang Jinglan didn't know whether he was saying this to Mu Siyue or to himself.
After all, Mu Siyue won’t hear it.
Cang Jinglan fed Mu Siyue the spiritual medicine. He used his spiritual power to swallow the medicine pill smoothly. Looking at Mu Siyue's closed eyes, his brows furrowed slightly.
He remembered that ten years ago, he was surrounded and killed when he went down the mountain.
He escaped from the siege with serious injuries, and when he collapsed in the woods due to exhaustion, it was Mu Siyue who brought him back home.
He remembered that Mu Siyue's home was very dilapidated. She told him that her parents had died early and she and a younger brother were the only ones at home.
Mu Siyue was only a teenager at that time, and her eyes were bright and clear, like pearls in the water.
He was recuperating at the foot of the mountain, and Mu Siyue took good care of him, so he was grateful and wanted to bring her back to the sect, but he unexpectedly discovered that she had a single-attribute water spiritual root.
He originally wanted Mu Siyue to become an apprentice to the elder, but after learning that Mu Siyue's spiritual roots were the same as his, he decided to take her in as his disciple.
He never deliberately distanced himself from her, he just didn't know how to approach her. He didn't know how cold he was in Mu Siyue's eyes. He had always been like this, and he was like this to everyone.
Cang Jinglan raised his hand and used the Dust Removal Technique to remove the blood from Mu Siyue's body.
Why was he so careless? Just like now, he only remembered to clean the blood on Mu Siyue's body now.
Cang Jinglan was not completely unaware of Mu Siyue's feelings, but he never responded to her, nor did he treat her specially because of her feelings for him.
"Maybe I was really wrong." Cang Jinglan lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Siyue, his eyes more moving than before.
Mu Siyue closed her eyes tightly, as if she could hear Cang Jinglan's words, and her fingers moved slightly.
Cang Jinglan looked around the room. He didn't expect Mu Siyue's room to be like this. Although it was clean everywhere, the furniture was very old. Even the bronze mirror couldn't reflect people clearly. The only thing that was acceptable in the room was a chair, a rattan chair.
Cang Jinglan moved the chair to the bedside. The moment he sat on it, he suddenly remembered that he had sat on this chair before.
This chair was woven by Mu Siyue.
I don’t know when, but Mu Siyue wove this chair and placed it in the yard, saying that she saw him often sitting in the yard, and the rattan chair was more comfortable than the stone chair, so she wove this chair for him.
but......
Cang Jinglan didn't understand Mu Siyue's good intentions at that time. He even blamed her for wasting time on these useless things.
I didn't expect she still had this chair.
Mu Siyue has only worn a few pieces of clothes over the years, and the white robe she was wearing had turned a little yellow from washing.
This chair is very new, as if she has been wiping and caring for it carefully all day long, and is reluctant to let even a speck of dust fall on it.
Cang Jinglan placed his hand on the back of the chair, which felt smooth.
Why didn't he think that the chair was well-woven at that time? She must have put a lot of thought into it.
Cang Jinglan sat on the rattan chair and guarded Mu Siyue motionlessly all night long.
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