143 Strength Of Words (2/2)
”Only a couple of times.” He muttered.
”How come?”
Frowning slightly, Aiguo's eyes were frosty, and nobody could tell what he was thinking. Unseen by Aiguo, the girl's eyes softened.
Rin casually threw the rag on the small table and reached over to pinch the boy's cheek. Aiguo woke from his haze and suddenly blinked his eyes at Rin with a stunned expression.
”I am sure you had a justifiable reason, however, did you try using your words instead?”
The boy's lips minced together into a frown. ”What use do words have? Won't fists handle things quickly?”
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Rin sighed helplessly. She looked at the boy and couldn't help but think of a certain, fiery man.
Rin felt the two were vaguely similar.
Thinking this, her gaze involuntarily softened.
She stretched out a finger and softly poked the center of the boy's forehead.
”Raise your words, not your fist. Physical strength may be useful for the time being, but don't diminish the power of words. In the long-term, they can hold more power than a fist.”
Aiguo tilted his head. ”How?”
Rin paused for a moment and gradually looked into the young boy's eyes, her gaze becoming more meaningful. She said with a slight smile, ”It all depends on the situation, but you'll see one day.”
Aiguo stared in a daze. The beautiful, peach blossom eyes the shape of crescent moons and was accompanied by two beautiful dimples on her white, rosy cheeks.
Aiguo's face exploded into a furious blush again.
”Rin…” Aiguo cautiously spoke up.
”Hm?” Rin tilted her head.
The boy lowered his eyes before looking up to stare at the girl with a bold gaze.
”When I grow up and become stronger, will you wait for me? Even if you're old and no longer wanted, I'll still take you!”
”No.”
Aiguo couldn't help but reveal a bitter pout. ”Why not?”
”You are far better suited with girls your own age.” Rin sighed.
”But girls my age are all flat-chested and ugly!”
Rin: ”…”
The room was quiet enough to hear the sound of a needle drop.
Flick--!
”Ow!” Aiguo clutched his forehead.
”Someone once told me this was a light form of punishment for bad behavior.”
Rin stood up and walked toward the table of clothes. Grabbing a set of clothing, she quietly began folding them as if nothing happened.
”Next time you encounter those people again, just remember to use your words first. If it comes down to it, then you may use your fists as you please.” Rin said calmly.
Aiguo looked at the girl by the table and blinked his round eyes rapidly. He didn't know why, but he felt the Rin he saw now was far more interesting than the soft, fair girl he thought he knew.
Her words were sharp but meaningful. The look in her quiet eyes was darker compared to before, a slight chill running through his spine.
He suddenly felt that he liked this version of her more…
…
The middle-aged man extended his arms over his head. He looked up at the visible, cloudless sky and breathed out a cloud of white fog.
”What a beautiful view. Don't you think, Ju?”
The small brown falcon on the man's shoulder flashes its beady black eyes and remains silent. Wei Jingyi chuckles as he strokes its head gently. The mountain is pristine and white, even the dark green of the pines are coated in the crystalline snow.
”Your master is rather heartless with her requests.” He sighed when thinking of the long journey ahead.
Wei Jingyi grazed his head and looked down at the paper in his hand. The girl's letter was blunt, but it explained all the necessary details he had to grasp about the situation concisely.
[Head North. Divert the Head An from Sun]
Wei Jingyi's lips curled into a helpless grin. He murmured, ”Who would have thought the girl would be so kind to that ruthless commander.”
Glancing back up at the mountain path, Wei Jingyi tucked the letter into his clothes once he was done reading. He clutched the wooden staff in his hand and stepped forward to his task.