Chapter 293 – If Life Could Be Like the Moment When We First Met (Part Six) (1/2)

Chapter 293 - If Life Could Be Like the Moment When We First Met (Part Six)

After who knows how long had passed, she woke up.

When she awoke, she realized that her clothes had already been put back, her belt fastened once more. The clothes were cleaned up extremely well, with not even a speck of grass on them. There was not even any evidence of last night's escape upon them. She could clearly feel bandages underneath her clothes, and she did not know how the wound had been treated, but the pain had been greatly alleviated. She even felt that she could perform some small movements.

She opened her eyes wide, looking at her bosom, and felt where the bandages were applied. As she imagined the scene that had occurred previously, her expression became somewhat blank.

After a while, she began to strenuously look around, looking for Zhexiu's figure.

Zhexiu was squatting at the edge of the grass, the place on this piece of solid ground that was the farthest from her. The hem of his clothes had been torn up, causing his two legs to stick out. His posture was rather ugly, making him seem just like a dog.

The torn off hem of his clothes had probably become the bandages wrapped around her abdomen.

She once again looked at her bosom, and for some reason, she felt extremely wronged. She thought to herself, ”How could you take off someone's clothes without even asking permission first?”

It was actually truly amazing. Once she no longer needed to conceal her gender, she seemingly began to think like a young lady. For instance, when referring to herself, she used ”someone” instead of ”I”, only it had not become ”this one” right away.

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, especially since Zhexiu had not turned around from beginning to end. This made her extremely uncomfortable… and then she began to cry.

Squatting by the edge of the grass and hearing her cry, Zhexiu's back began to tremble.

After a while, he realized why the crying had not stopped. Following the sound, he sat down in front of her and said as soothingly as he could, ”Don't cry anymore.”

Qi Jian temporarily stopped crying, her small face covered in tears.

Zhexiu paused, then added on, ”...orelse it will attract more monsters, which is very troublesome.”

This was what it meant to have nothing to say but still finding something to say.

Whether adult or youth, in general, men never understood that, in a situation where they had nothing to say but still insisted on saying something, it was the same as turning nothing into something, and also the equivalent of courting an early death.

Qi Jian stared blankly at him, and then began to cry once more. She made sure to not make any sound, which had her seem even more pitiful.

Zhexiu silently pondered on what to do, then explained, ”You know that I can't see anything right now, so...”

Without even waiting for him to finish, Qi Jian began to cry even more grievously. She thought with deep discomfort, although you didn't see, this one's entire body was touched all over by you, so are you saying you won't admit it? Could it be that you aren't taking responsibility?

Zhexiu felt his head hurt very much. He had lived for more than ten years, and who knew how many terrifying monsters and demons he had encountered on the snowy plains. He had been through countless life-and-death situations, but… he had never encountered such a situation. He thought to himself, what to do?If she continues to cry like this, what will I do if it affects the wound?

Hearing Qi Jian's sobbing, he was rather restless, and also somewhat confused. He thought to himself, as the last disciple of Mount Li's sect master, your cultivation is so high. At such a young age, you're already at the middle level of Ethereal Opening. Your swordplay is so strong that perhaps even Guan Feibai isn't even your match. Your skills in comprehension are great, such that at the Mausoleum of Books, you directly read up to the third monolith. No matter how one looks at it, you're extraordinary, so how is it that against all expectations… you would cry?

He did not know how to solve this, so he just silently sat to the side. Little did he know that his response happened to luckily coincide with a famous maxim on man-woman interactions.

The problems of a woman's mood could only ever be solved by the passage of time. In many cases, they simply felt aggrieved and sad and want to cry, so it was for the best to just let them cry. Accompanying them involved offering a handkerchief when necessary or proffering a shoulder when needed, but it certainly did not require sitting on the side with an incessant stream of consoling words. When they still did not calm down and did not feel like talking, anything you did was just making more trouble.

As expected, the crying finally died down. Like a startled bird, Qi Jian lowered her head, and asked a little ashamedly, ”You… did you already know?”

This question had two meanings and it was exceptionally difficult to answer—if he had known beforehand, then all those times where their bodies touched afterwards, especially that scene which had just occurred, would incur an even more negative interpretation. Fortunately, Zhexiu was not very good with words, so he maintained his silence—silence had many meanings, so Qi Jian could pick the explanation that made her feel the most comfortable.

In truth, Zhexiu really did not know.

Over the course of their escape, there were a few times, especially when he was carrying her over the mountains and listening to her soft interjections, that he had thought this way, but these were just passing fancies that he did not dwell on much. This was because it was impossible for him to imagine that the last disciple of Mount Li's Sect Master, the most cherished junior of the Divine State's Seven Laws, the young genius who entered the Proclamation of Azure Sky at a mere twelve years old… was actually a girl.

He recalled the scene on the first day in the grass hut back at the Mausoleum of Books, but this time there was naturally a completely different explanation for it. Back then, it was the seven of them living under the same roof. Zhexiu, Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six stayed in the inner room while the four disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect stayed in the outer room. Every day when they slept, Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai, and Liang Banhu squeezed together while Qi Jian had a space for herself. Crucially, Qi Jian had a blanket for herself. At the time, Zhexiu and Chen Changsheng felt that Gou Hanshi and the rest pampered Qi Jian too much, or that the last disciple of the Sect Master must have had some special status. But now he understood that this was a division between men and women.