Chapter 79 Secret: I Also Surrender
Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand when exactly she had been injured.
His pupils dilated, and his voice tightened as he asked, "Was it the day I ran away? Are there still demons and ghosts in the temple? I...it was me..."
His voice grew increasingly panicked and incoherent with self-reproach. Yan Jin quickly hugged him tightly, comforting him, "Little Phoenix, I'm alright. It's not your fault, it's my fault..."
She bit her lip, as if unsure how to speak, and then whispered, "I accidentally injured myself while practicing magic."
Yan Jin touched his pale cheek, her voice softer than spring water, "With Little Phoenix watching over me from now on, I'll never get hurt again."
She lowered her eyes and said gently but firmly, "I promise I will never let it get hurt again."
Never again.
Lu Xiaofeng was so distressed that he didn't know what to do. He felt a severe blockage in his heart, which made his voice hoarse.
"I'll take you to the clinic for treatment," he said, then jumped up without another word and led Yan Jin to the clinic not far away.
Yan Jin hugged him tightly and said, "It's just a minor injury. We can apply the medicine when we get back to the small building."
Lu Xiaofeng was so anxious that his lips were chapped, and he said repeatedly, "How can that be? You're injured like this! And you got caught in the rain. It's all my fault."
His brows were furrowed, like a crumpled piece of paper. If he got caught in the rain, wouldn't he be soaked to the bone?
Let alone demons and cultivators, even a casual roaming the martial world wouldn't care about such a minor injury, but he was already so anxious that he was pacing around in circles, as if the sky had fallen.
Yan Jin was both amused and exasperated, yet his heart softened into a lump of soft flesh. This lump of flesh swayed on his shoulder, climbing up his spine and clinging to his bones, bone and flesh intertwined inch by inch—how could he bear to tear it apart again?
"Look at how inseparable you two are, are you a newlywed couple?" The old doctor, who was sorting medicinal herbs, looked up and smiled kindly at the two of them.
His hair was already gray, but he was very healthy.
Yan Jin's wrist wound had been carefully bandaged, but Lu Xiaofeng insisted on waiting for the rain to stop before leaving.
Yan Jin was curled up in a chair, hugging her knees and listening to the rain. Upon hearing this, she laughed and said, "No, that's not it."
The old doctor simply nodded, a smile in his eyes, and said, "Then they are lovers. A young woman's hands are delicate; the young man must protect them well and never let her get hurt again."
Seeing Lu Xiaofeng respond and go to embrace her, the old doctor smiled knowingly, hunched over and slowly walked into the inner room, his expression a mixture of emotion and nostalgia.
The old doctor misunderstood. This seemingly romantic playboy wasn't thinking about romance; he was simply using his inner strength to remove the rainwater that had seeped into Yan Jin's clothes and hair.
Seeing that there were teeth marks on his lips, Yan Jin was afraid that he would blame himself for letting her get wet in the rain, so she quickly said, "No need, little phoenix, have you forgotten that I am a demon?"
Lu Xiaofeng said in a low voice, "I just felt it was necessary, so I did it immediately. It was useless to you, right?"
Yan Jin gazed at his trembling eyelashes, then suddenly leaned in, lightly touching his nose to hers, and said coquettishly, "You're not allowed to say that Little Phoenix is useless, or I'll bite you."
This sweet threat finally made him raise his head, a slight smile creeping onto his bitten lips.
Yan Jin glanced into the inner hall and saw the thick curtains before turning her head back. She suddenly bared her sharp teeth at Lu Xiaofeng and mouthed, "Dare to bully Little Phoenix? I'll bite you to death."
Lu Xiaofeng covered his mouth, unable to suppress a laugh, his heart rippling with waves of emotion.
Pink.
Just as he was laughing, Yan Jin suddenly snuggled into his arms, wrinkling her nose and sniffing everywhere.
He paused, then leaned closer. "What are you smelling? Is there something strange about it?"
Yan Jin tilted her head back and said sweetly, "I just noticed that you have a special fragrance, even more pleasant than tuberose."
Lu Xiaofeng wrinkled his nose slightly. How come he couldn't smell anything?
Just as he was about to ask, she opened her arms and said coquettishly, "The rain has stopped, take me home."
......
The first thing to do after getting home is, of course, to wash up and change clothes.
Men spend the vast majority of their lives waiting for women to get ready. Waiting for Yan Jin, of course, would take even longer. But this is the only one for whom Lu Xiaofeng would willingly wait for so long.
After changing his clothes, he didn't stop working. He remembered that Yan Jin had once applied a box of very effective ointment to him, so he immediately started rummaging through the boxes to find it.
There were countless makeup boxes in the Yanjin Room, but fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng had a pretty good memory.
Lu Xiaofeng tapped the lotus pattern on the box twice with his fingers, exhaled, and said casually, "This is it."
He opened the box, but what he saw first was not the ointment.
Instead, they are fish scales.
Thin as a cicada's wing, still bearing traces of dried blood, they lay quietly in the wooden box.
The fishy smell mixed with the smell of blood wafted over, and Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, staring at the curled edges of the fish scales as if frozen, without making a move for a long time.
He noticed that the bloody wound on Yan Jin's wrist perfectly matched the edges of the fish scales.
He had smelled this scent before.
“My Buddhist name is Jingyu. I see that you two benefactors have kind faces, and the Yin Nu Bodhisattva will surely protect you.”
He turned his head to the side, took two heavy breaths, and trembled in vain with his eyes, suddenly realizing that Yan Jin no longer wore the long-sleeved shirt.
When did she start wearing only narrow-sleeved shirts?
Lu Xiaofeng tried his best to calm the rise and fall of his chest and searched his memory for the answer.
It was after that parting at the Twelve Flower Goddess Temple Fair.
That night, they killed the little demon child that Jingyu had transformed into. The liquid that spurted from the demon's heart before it died also had this smell.
He suddenly realized that from then on, Yan Jin's hand would often reach into his wrist and caress it, and his eyes would often dart away.
But he got wet too? Why is he okay?
Lu Xiaofeng's breathing quickened, and he instinctively clenched his hands. Thin fish scales embedded themselves in his palms, but he didn't notice at all.
My thoughts were in disarray, but a sudden flash of inspiration struck me.
"There are two people sleeping here."
"He is a woman."
"I promise I will never let it get hurt again."
Amidst the jumbled images of the past, the moment she once caressed her wrist also intruded into her parched mind.
"Just a fleeting moment of pleasure."
I don't love you.
"What do I have to be angry about?"
......
Words that were said insincerely echoed in his ears, and Yan Jin's subconscious action of touching his wrist overlapped with what he saw in front of him.
Lu Xiaofeng suddenly understood something: all women in the world love to say the opposite of what they mean, even foxes.
With trembling hands, he placed the fish scales back in their original place, and then, following his memory, pushed the wooden box back into the cabinet exactly as it was.
My body and soul seemed to have separated; my hands and feet were busy tidying themselves up, but all I could hear was my own increasingly rapid breathing.
He stood blankly by the window, questioning himself, why did it take him so long to realize this? Didn't you pride yourself on being the smartest and most resourceful person, even better than the God of Detective?
Lu Xiaofeng tensed up, forcing back the aching in his chest, and clenched his wrists. He was surprised to realize that suppressing the turmoil in his heart required such great force.
It turns out he was never wrong; they had been in love from the very beginning.
This love has transformed into fish scales, laid bare before him.
Just by lifting her sleeve, one can see the love that Yanjin hides in her heart.
Lu Xiaofeng thought he had already lost a thousand times in secret, but now he was shocked to realize that he had never been a loser.
"Didn't you just come back from outside? Haven't you seen enough?" Yan Jin came out from the inner room and saw him with his back to her, staring motionless out the window, and teased him.
She changed into a scarlet, wide-sleeved blouse, and when she smiled, her eyes were more radiant than a red kapok tree.
Hearing that soft voice, Lu Xiaofeng lowered his head and turned around as if he had lost his soul.
Yan Jin glanced at him and handed him a teacup. "Why are you standing there like that? Have a cup of hot tea."
The tea in the cup was tilted over. Lu Xiaofeng, of course, preferred to drink alcohol, but he looked at the petals clinging to the cup wall, arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, their pinkish hue reflecting the light like stars.
Seeing that he was keeping his head down and not speaking, Yan Jin hesitated and withdrew his hand. "Want to drink?"
The tea rippled for a moment, and Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up. He suddenly reached out, gripped the teacup tightly, and drank it down in one gulp.
The taste of this tea is stronger and more fragrant than any wine in the world.
You'll only know once you drink it.
The fresh and rich floral fragrance lingered in his mouth. He lowered his eyes and savored it for a long time before suddenly saying without hesitation, "Jinjin, let's get married."
Yan Jin smiled and asked, "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
She looked at him with sparkling eyes, about to flirt, but when she turned around, she realized that what was in his eyes was not the sweetness she had prepared.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Because... I only now know that you are willing."
Yan Jin blinked helplessly, raised her hand to wipe away his tears, and didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. "Little Phoenix, what's wrong?"
Lu Xiaofeng suddenly hugged her tightly, burying his head in her shoulder and neck, and kept asking, "Marry me, will you marry me?"
If happiness is within reach, who wouldn't want to take that step?
Her shoulders and neck felt hot, and Yan Jin knew that the smallest cloud in the world was raining down on her. This rain soaked through her crimson veil, falling like sparks into the wasteland of her heart.
Seeing that she was silent, Lu Xiaofeng raised her head and said with bright eyes, "I'll say yes for you."
Yan Jin was both amused and exasperated, but her heart softened quietly, as sweet as honey-fried cherries.
She smiled, bit her lip, and gently wiped away his tears with her index finger, scolding, "How can there be such a person?"
How can there be such a sweet scoundrel?
She scolded him playfully, but her face turned red, like a ripe hawthorn in October, with red spots dotting the watery luster in her eyes.
The sweetness and sourness of hawthorn lingered in Lu Xiaofeng's heart. He held Yan Jin's injured hand, his eyes burning, and said, word by word, "Those who are willing will take the bait."
They all understood that these four words no longer had anything to do with pleasure, absurdity, or indulgence.
Yan Jin gazed intently into his eyes, which were so close to hers, and couldn't help but kiss away the tear with trembling eyes. Her heart softened as she said, "I surrender too."
Those dimples finally sank in again, and a surge of love welled up in his heart, almost overflowing.
Lu Xiaofeng thought to himself: How could there be such strong wine in the world? It seems to have been created just for me.
I am a small boat drifting aimlessly, while you are a ferry crossing shrouded in mist.
I am the free wind, but your spices have already condensed me into mist.
Your fog.
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Author's note: It's over! It was a two-way street!
Only the wind can disperse the mist swirling around the ferry crossing!
Lying will cause fish scales to grow. While the little chick wandered around with a broken heart, Jinjin was coolly plucking fish scales.
The young couple were each busy with their own things, haha.
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