Chapter 25 Wearing a wedding robe, his love was an uncontrollable possessiveness. ...
In a nearby town, Liu Yuhen was withdrawing money from a money exchange.
He left in a hurry and didn't have any money on him.
Only now does he realize that being an assassin is a lucrative profession.
Several noodle shops near the money exchange were simmering a rich broth, which boiled higher and higher, releasing plumes of white steam that permeated the entire street with the fragrant aroma of pork bones.
Jiaojiao sniffed lightly and glanced curiously at the rising thick white steam.
Just like a boiling spring.
"Jiaojiao, do you want to eat?" Liu Yuhen lowered his head and asked her softly, almost pulling her into his arms. His warm breath fell on her earlobe, their intimacy obvious.
After asking the question, he slightly raised his one black eye and coldly swept it around.
The covetous gazes around them vanished instantly.
The young and old at the noodle stall all turned their attention away, holding their bowls of noodles, their left hands bracing against the rim, their right hands gripping chopsticks as they scooped up large mouthfuls of noodles, wiping away their sweat with abandon.
A rich, creamy pork bone broth topped with chili oil, neatly arranged with braised beef, and sprinkled with vibrant green scallions—it's truly irresistible.
But Jiaojiao subconsciously resisted this scene.
She shook her head, looking slightly awkward, and said, "I'm not hungry."
She turned around, gently tugged at Liu Yuhen's sleeve, and said coquettishly, "Brother Yuhen, let's go somewhere else."
Liu Yuhen was at a loss for where to go; he rarely had such a moment of leisure in his life.
Compared to Jiaojiao, she wasn't much better.
He had no idea how to please a woman.
Liu Yuhen lowered his head and glanced at the stack of silver notes on his chest, thinking to himself: There should be no woman in the world who would dislike hairpins, clothes, rouge and powder.
...
When this menacing figure entered the elegant clothing shop, almost all the customers fled the moment they saw him, each one afraid of getting into trouble.
The remaining embroiderers also cowered and dared not step forward. Who would dare to provoke such a vicious and hateful江湖人 (jianghu person)? Could it be that they really value money over their lives?
Just as the atmosphere was slightly tense, a woman in her forties came out from behind the curtain. She had a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but she still had a graceful demeanor.
She wasn't annoyed that the newcomers had driven away all her customers and ruined her business; her face still wore its usual gentle smile.
The smile only became genuine when he saw the girl's face, which was as beautiful as an angel.
This physique is something that can't be sustained by wealth and luxury alone.
The man's cold and repulsive face suddenly appeared handsome in San Niang's eyes.
She chuckled and quickly stepped forward, saying, "How come this young lady is so beautiful?"
Just as San Niang was about to step forward and hold her soft, white hand for a while, Liu Yuhen stepped forward as soon as she entered.
The chilling single eye coldly looked down at her from above. With just one glance, she withdrew her hand, her smile unchanged, and said, "Look at me, I've lost my mind. What are you two looking at?"
Liu Yuhen turned to look at Jiaojiao, and the two stared at each other in silence for a long time.
Third Sister covered her mouth and chuckled softly, saying, "The shop has just embroidered two new Xiangyun gauze skirts. Why don't you try them on, young lady?"
Jiaojiao certainly wouldn't wear such elaborate clothes, so San Niang went into the inner room to help her tidy up carefully.
With the evil spirit gone, Third Sister couldn't help but touch her smooth, supple waist, saying enviously, "True beauty lies in the bone, not just the skin, but you are beautiful from the bone to the skin."
Liu San Niang was quite a beauty in her youth, but she has aged and lost her beauty. After her looks faded, all she could rely on was money.
She carefully folded the hem of her dress, her eyes crinkling with a smile, and said, "This Xiangyun yarn is a rare material. With your beauty, young lady, it's no wonder your talent is being wasted."
"Sky blue and moon white are both extremely pure colors, and they are truly perfect for young women. There is no young woman who doesn't love the clothes I, the embroiderer, make."
Hearing this, Jiao Jiao's vacant eyes finally turned to her, and she suddenly blinked and asked in a question, "What is love?"
Third Sister was taken aback by her serious questioning manner. Looking at her innocent and naive eyes, she paused for a moment, then quickly lowered her head, covered her mouth, and laughed, "Love means giving you whatever you want, and wanting to buy you anything good you see. If a man loves you, he will be willing to spend money on you."
Upon hearing this, Jiaojiao silently repeated it to herself, seemingly understanding but not quite.
After Liu San Niang dressed her, she took her hand and said with a smile before leaving the house, "Please take a good look."
She parted the curtain and gently pushed Jiaojiao toward Liu Yuhen.
Jiaojiao asked somewhat nervously, "Brother Yuhen, is it good?"
Her eyes and brows were clear and flawless, adorned with two small moles at the corners of her eyes, adding a touch of liveliness to her pure beauty. Wearing such a pure, water-like color, she truly radiated an indescribable charm.
"If the bright moon isn't beautiful, then there are no beautiful girls in the world," Liu Yu sighed, gazing tenderly at the bright moon.
Then she smiled, and dimples bloomed on her unadorned face, making up for the remaining sweetness.
Third Sister was naturally overjoyed, since everything else could be faked as much as possible, but the silver was something that couldn't be faked.
This middle-aged woman was indeed a very perceptive one. She had already noticed something, and with a quick glance, she brought out a rosewood dressing box inlaid with patterns from the inner room.
With her smooth, delicate hand, she gently pushed open the fan door, revealing exquisite and beautiful hairpins and hair ornaments arranged in a pleasing manner. She said meaningfully, "This silk skirt should be paired with a beautiful hairpin. Long hair can win a man's heart. Why don't you come here and choose one or two for me?"
After saying that, she laughed foolishly.
Liu Yuhen's throat went dry from her words. He stared at Jiaojiao for a long time before asking in a hoarse and hesitant voice, "...Do you want it?"
Jiaojiao was completely unaware of the deeper meaning in his words. She nodded happily, picked up one of the butterfly hairpins, and said, "Brother Yuhen, I like this one. What do you think...?"
She handed the kingfisher feather hairpin, inlaid with jewels, to Liu Yuhen, then leaned slightly forward and stared at him intently.
Liu Yuhen's eyes grew even darker, and a spark seemed to ignite in his single, cold star-like eye. After a long while, he slowly said, "Good. It is excellent."
Jiaojiao smiled contentedly, her heart feeling as if it were stuffed with water-soaked cotton, making that small space feel soft and swollen.
Seeing her put on the hairpin, Liu Yuhen suppressed his increasingly rapid heartbeat and, without saying a word, placed the silver note on the box, as if afraid of not being able to get rid of this hot potato.
Third Sister looked at the two of them, lowered her eyelids, and suddenly revealed a faint smile, as if she had thought of something.
That smile seemed to conceal a few drops of wind and snow, a few drops of melancholy.
Just before leaving, Third Sister said, seemingly sincerely yet teasingly, "This wedding robe and bridal gown are also very well embroidered by the embroiderers in the shop. Come again!"
Liu Yuhen suddenly stopped walking, his body involuntarily tensing up.
Upon hearing this, it was as if some hidden door had been suddenly pried open, and an extremely selfish and despicable thought suddenly flowed in like foul water, the sticky filth spreading all over the ground, flowing deeper and deeper.
Liu San Niang's ambiguous words pulled him into a new world he never dared to imagine.
Wedding robes, embroidered shawls...
For a moment, all Liu Yuhen could hear was the sound of his own labored breathing.
"Brother Yuhen, what's wrong?"
Jiaojiao stopped and tilted her head to look at him in confusion.
He never dared to imagine what would happen if Jiaojiao met someone else.
This other premise is that anyone is always better than him, a cripple who has been hacked to pieces and is missing limbs.
Liu Yuhen breathed heavily, looking into the clear eyes before her, and as if possessed, she suddenly murmured to herself that she didn't understand anything yet.
Lie to her, just lie to her.
At this moment, he stood at the edge of the cliff, hesitating before her, wondering whether he should grow sharp teeth to tear her apart, grow thorns to trap her, and forever brand Liu Yuhen's name into her flesh and blood, into her life.
He was acutely aware that his thoughts were plummeting into an abyss of extreme selfishness, just as the scales of his world had already tipped entirely in favor of Jiao Jiao.
Can wild peonies grow in dry land overgrown with thorns?
Perhaps it is possible. Flowers can grow on high cliffs, in narrow crevices, or even on the summit of snow-capped mountains, so why can't they grow in this arid land?
Let's lie to her this once.
Life is so long, I'll only lie to her this once.
Just once is enough.
He opened his mouth as if he couldn't breathe, and exhaled a few breaths like a broken bellows.
“Bright and beautiful”.
"Love is..."
Before Liu Yuhen could even utter those three words, he couldn't help but look at her with reddened eyes. Before he could carefully trace her features and etch her image in his mind, he was already trembling uncontrollably, his mind filled with her image.
He couldn't say anything else for a moment. He closed his eyes in self-loathing, all traces of the slightest darkness, smugness, and wavering in his heart vanished.
He realized that his love was an uncontrollable possessiveness.
Liu Yuhen was never a good person.
He forced a not-so-pleasant smile and said in a seemingly relaxed tone, "Let's talk about it next time...."
He led her out, his steps hurried, as if afraid that if he slowed down even a step, he would fall into a swamp from which he could not extricate himself.
And it will also bring that moon down with it.
As Liu San Niang watched their figures gradually fade into the distance, she shook her head. That's just how things are in this world.
...
Jiaojiao held onto Liu Yuhen's sleeve as they walked through the bustling streets.
Wherever he went, the locals' expressions turned sour. They had to do their best to appear at ease, lest they offend a bloodthirsty monster.
While his gaze darted away, he also subtly lingered on Jiao Jiao's face.
She is indeed so beautiful that people are willing to ignore the danger.
Liu Yuhen, unusually, didn't care about these observations, because his heart had already sank.
An assassin, an assassin who knows many secrets, is clearly not immune to danger.
He forced himself to calm down, and stopped with Jiaojiao at a sugar painting stall. He gently instructed her, "Jiaojiao, ask the old man to paint you a beautiful sugar figurine. I'll go to the corner of the alley to buy you some sugar snowballs. Be a good girl and wait for me here, okay?"
As he spoke, Liu Yuhen handed her all the silver notes in his arms, not a single one was lost.
Jiaojiao was initially hesitant to go along, but changed her mind when she received the thick stack of silver notes.
As if she had just thought of something, she revealed a shallow dimple and sweetly urged, "Then you have to come back quickly!"
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Author's Note: She said she wasn't hungry! Little Willow!! Little Butterfly loves her to death!
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