Chapter 5: A girl's tears pierced his chest as he spoke against his will, and something strange happened...
"Miss Sang, today's medicine is ready." The maid walked in softly, her voice very low.
Sang Wan, her eyes still blurry with sleep, groggily climbed up from the wooden table and took the tray from Xiao Yao's hands.
Three days have passed since she and Zhui Ming escaped from the Ghost Forest.
When Magistrate Li Changming saw the towering flames from the foot of the mountain, he led his constables up the mountain to provide assistance. Fortunately, they found the critically injured and dying Zhui Ming and Sang Wan, who was carrying Zhui Ming on her back, halfway up the mountain.
Sang Wan's clothes were already soaked with the blood from Zhui Ming's body. She was covered in cold sweat, and strands of hair clung to her pale face. Her clear eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and tears, and her lips were bitten so hard they were full of cuts.
In fact, she was also seriously injured, and her spiritual energy was severely depleted. With such a frail body, the only way she could carry such a tall and strong man as Zhui Ming down the mountain was to continuously and forcefully urge her spiritual power.
The pain from circulating her inner core and the piercing pain in every meridian of her body were unbearable. She carried him down the mountain with her bare hands, her mind blank, only muttering the prayer sutra that her senior brother had taught her over and over again.
She thought she would never need it in her life, but she never imagined that someone who risked their life to save her would die in front of her.
In the end, the county magistrate led his men to take the two injured men, Zhuiming and Sangwan, to his residence for care. Both of them were almost delirious, so he had to find the best doctor in Luzhou City to treat them and find someone to take good care of them, since the two had helped the people of the city resolve such a disaster.
The next day, Sang Wan woke up, wearing her undergarments, and went to find Zhui Ming with red eyes.
Seeing him lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and hearing his slow but steady heartbeat, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease. Then I saw that his wounds were covered with thin bandages, stained with blood, and tears welled up in my eyes again. I felt both guilty and worried.
Arriving alone in this unfamiliar world, with almost all her cultivation gone, she felt lonely and lost deep inside. Perhaps this is why she would unconsciously recall the desolation and hardship between Zhui Ming's brows.
She had already discovered that Zhui Ming was a warm-hearted, loyal, and righteous person. She had only known him for a few days, but she never expected him to protect her with his life. She had never interacted with strangers before, but the first person she met treated her so sincerely. How could she not be moved?
When Zhui Ming risked his life to protect her, when she risked her life to carry Zhui Ming down the mountain in the Ghost Forest, and when she repeatedly recited the prayer sutra in her hazy consciousness, she had already regarded Zhui Ming as someone as important as her senior brothers and sisters.
After she woke up, she helped the doctor bandage his wounds, fed him medicine, and tirelessly channeled spiritual energy into him by moonlight, despite her own depleted dantian. Over the past few days, her complexion has become increasingly pale.
Sang Wan brought in a bowl of medicine and helped Zhui Ming stand up slightly so she could feed him the medicine.
This time, when the pungent smell of medicine wafted over, Zhuiming finally frowned in his drowsy state. The faint whispers in his ears grew louder as they approached, and the pain that spread throughout his body jolted him awake.
A pair of eyes stared blankly at the wooden beams on the roof, not yet realizing where they were, when they saw a pair of beautiful eyes filled with tears.
Like a crabapple blossom laden with dew, it tilts as if it can't withstand the wind, and the dew pours down, covering its chest.
Zhuiming was wearing only a single layer of clothing, and his bare chest was wrapped in fine cloth, but he could feel the scalding heat even through the layers of cotton cloth.
She curled her hand as if she had been burned.
"Cui Lueshang, you're finally awake!" Sang Wan's voice rang out, tinged with tears and surprise, as she rushed over and hugged his neck with joy.
She nestled in his neck, sobbing, "You've been asleep for three days."
"Are you... are you in pain?" Sang Wan stared at him anxiously, her face covered in tears, looking utterly pitiful.
That's not what she really wanted to ask. Of course it was about the pain. How could it not hurt?
What I want to ask is why Cui Lueshang risked his life to protect her?
I want to apologize to Cui Lueshang, because I caused him to suffer such a serious injury.
There are so many other things I want to say, but a thousand emotions welled up in my heart, and I couldn't say anything. I wanted him to get better right away, but I couldn't. All I could do was dryly ask, "Does it hurt?"
The emotions in my heart turned into a string of hot tears.
Zhuiming met her red and swollen eyes and knew exactly what was going on. He deliberately laughed and said, "It didn't hurt before, but after a little girl's tears hit my chest, it hurts a bit."
He was taken aback when he said that, and a beat later he felt a little uneasy.
His original intention was to make her stop crying so that the wound on her chest would hurt.
However, once these words are spoken, they seem to be somewhat ambiguous.
Sang Wan, however, did not think in that direction. If she had heard such teasing words on a normal day, she would definitely have punched him. But now she had nowhere to start, so she could only turn to the side and hum softly. With red eyes, she did not forget to pick up the medicine bowl and scoop up a spoonful of soup. "Cui Lueshang, you need to get better quickly. Come and drink your medicine."
Zhuiming struggled to prop himself up, but the movement caused several cuts on his body to burst open again. He was covered in cold sweat as soon as he managed to sit up.
Fortunately, he had been through a lot and was a very resilient person. Without changing his expression, he reached out to take the bowl and spoon, saying, "I can do it myself. You should go and rest. Look how pale you are."
He noticed her swollen and discolored eyes, but didn't mention them, only saying that he saw her pale face.
“I won’t rest. I’m very capable, unlike you.” Her voice was a little choked up as she stubbornly fed the medicine to Zhui Ming, looking at him with tears welling up in her eyes.
Zhuiming sighed helplessly, squinting her eyes as she smiled, "You have to be understanding, don't you? I've been lying in bed for so many days, and I look so unkempt. It's not fair to me facing such a pretty young girl like you."
He was clearly badly injured, but when he woke up, he didn't complain or grumble, and seemed to be in a much better mood than Sang Wan.
Although it was an excuse to let Sang Wan get some rest, what he said was actually quite right.
This disheveled man now had stubble on his lower jaw, and the loneliness between his brows was even more profound. His clothes were in a mess, and there were bloodstains on the fine cloth inside and out, making him look even more destitute.
But Sang Wan found the disheveled yet finally vibrant face incredibly cute, and said against her will, "Where are you unkempt? You look more handsome than ever before."
After saying that, he ignored Zhui Ming and continued talking, stuffing the spoon into his mouth so that he couldn't say a word.
After painfully drinking the entire bowl of fishy and bitter medicine, Zhui Ming missed the wine in his gourd terribly, but of course he dared not mention it now.
Otherwise, he'll learn what it means to accidentally infuriate a young girl with a single sentence.
The little girl was very considerate; with a flick of her wrist, she pulled out a piece of jujube cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
She touched his slightly prickly cheek and said, "Wait, I'll have the kitchen make you some porridge. Don't move around!"
Like taking care of a child...
It took Zhui Ming ten days to recover from his injury before he could barely get out of bed and walk.
In the past few days, Sang Wan spent all her time watching over him, except when she was sleeping or washing up.
Zhuiming told her many times that it was just a minor injury and that she should rest, but she wouldn't listen and just kept spinning around in front of him.
Zhuiming was the oldest of the four brothers. He had wandered the world and suffered all kinds of injuries, but this was the first time he had met someone who stayed by his side so closely. This young girl was busy taking care of him, even more so than he was guarding his wine gourd. He was quite touched and his heart softened.
Of course, this was because his precious wine gourd had already been put into Sang Wan's Qiankun bag.
He simply couldn't guard it.
When these two get together, they always seem to bicker a bit, and anyone who overhears them can sense the subtle nuances in their banter.
Upon closer reflection, it seems impossible.
After all, one was a down-on-his-luck, middle-aged man, and the other was a stunningly beautiful, delicate young girl; they seemed like two people who had absolutely nothing in common.
Zhui Ming lost his father at the age of three and his mother at the age of five, suffering from internal injuries in his youth. Later, he wandered the world in poverty, enduring many hardships and experiencing repeated heartbreaks, leaving him with deep and lasting emotional wounds. He appears carefree and easygoing, but in reality, he is lonely and adrift.
Sang Wan was orphaned at a young age and was almost spoiled by her senior brothers and sisters. She was innocent but also a little spoiled. Having grown up in the sect, she had never experienced the ways of the world, but those who grow up in love know how to give and feel love without being taught.
These two people are so different, no one in the world could honestly say that they are a good match. But when they are together, the loneliness in Zhuiming's heart always dissipates like the wind, until he sees a figure gracefully leaving, then slowly gathers back in his heart, only to be suppressed deep down by his witty and easygoing appearance.
Sang Wan was at the age when she was just beginning to fall in love. Her bizarre and fateful encounters, intertwined with romantic and thrilling adventures, and the life-and-death protection between them, were all incredibly moving.
Zhui Ming's smile contains all the confusion and enlightenment of people in the martial arts world. How can his chivalry, sincerity, and deep loneliness be inferior to others?
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The days of lying in bed to recuperate are always painful and torturous. After Zhuiming was able to get out of bed and walk around, he couldn't stand staying in the county magistrate's office for more than a few days and decided to go out for a walk.
As long as he doesn't use his internal energy to fight, it's fine for him to just wander around. But Sang Wan was worried that he would secretly go out to buy wine.
The suspect, Cui, had asked her for the wine gourd several times without success.
This caused her, at such a young age, to worry that he would go out and commit heinous crimes.
For example, you could go to a bar and get completely drunk.
She immediately pestered Zhuiming, wanting to go out with him, or else she would obediently stay in the manor to recuperate.
Poor Zhuiming had been orphaned since childhood, and no one had ever controlled his drinking like this before. It was truly torture not to let him drink, but there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart that made him not feel sad.
At that time, he did not understand that this was called a sweet burden.
A note from the author:
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Even if zero people care, I still have to say it! The next chapter is super sweet! I'm going to become a dessert master!
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