C39 (1/2)
”You're still so impetuous.” His voice was low and mixed with impatience.
This voice, without even needing to look to know who it was, caused Jin Lan's heart to involuntarily thump loudly. A trace of fear crawled onto his pale little face.
Asking for his help was one thing, but actually meeting face to face was another. Moreover, this was not the first time she had been covered by him. With the previous example, how could she not be afraid? Moreover, the two were now standing in the middle of two buddhist halls. There was an unremarkable path, and above their heads, there was even a large shadow.
He was tall, completely blocking her. He was also wearing a green robe, and if one didn't pay careful attention, it would be difficult to notice that there was someone here. Normally, there would be guests who would pass by and head for the Great Hall to burn, but now …
”Since you're so afraid, why did you still come?” He let out a cold snort, as if he was sure that Jin Lan wouldn't shout out again, and he happily let go.
Jin Lan's expression froze. She felt like someone had seen through her mind. She lowered her head and bit her lips like a pearl, unable to utter a single word.
The two of them stood facing each other in silence for a long time. The man in the robe suddenly turned around and left with an expressionless face. His cold voice slowly echoed in the alley, ”There won't be a next time.”
He was leaving? Jin Lan raised his head in astonishment and saw a figure walking toward the bright exit. Her mind went blank, and she subconsciously said, ”Wait!”
A soft and tender voice that sounded like the chirping of a bird was heard. He frowned but stopped in his tracks. He did not turn his head back, but continued to look at the crowd that was coming and going in the distance.
Jin Lan slowly straightened his shoulders, which had been slightly hunched because of his fear. This was the first time he looked at that person with such determination, even if it was just his back, ”There's something I want to discuss with you.” After the first sentence was said, the rest wasn't too difficult, ”My mother is feeling a little unwell, I would like to ask for your help to take a look.”
His face was hidden in the shadows, so his expression could not be seen. After a while, he indifferently opened his mouth and said, ”I'm not a doctor.”
Did that mean he didn't know any medical skills?
”My mother has invited quite a few famous doctors for this disease.” If a doctor was useful, why would they risk coming to him? Jin Lan said in a somewhat anxious tone, ”I want to know, how did you get rid of the poison in your body?”
As soon as he finished his words, he turned around and walked up to her. He reached out his hand to grab a boneless catkin, and said in a cold voice: ”How do you know I'm poisoned?”
Even though he was in the shadows, Jin Lan could clearly see that pair of soul-stirring eyes were deep and heavy, like a deep and cold pond in a hollow valley, suffused with a trace of coldness that made people shiver.
She could not help but shiver and suddenly felt a tinge of cowardice. Asking him for help was undoubtedly asking a tiger for its skin!
But now, he was at the point of no return, and had no choice but to do so. For the sake of the Madame SHen, he had to persevere on.
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain in her wrist. She lifted her eyes to meet his cold, bone-piercing gaze. She did not mention that she had encountered this kind of situation before. After all, she was a stranger, and it was inconvenient to speak about it deeply.
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze abnormally sharp. His lips pursed into a straight line as he stared at Jin Lan with eyes that were like a cheetah staring at a sheep, cold and filled with bloodthirsty viciousness.
Jin Lan's heart sank, but he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to turn around and run. He looked into his eyes, his expression extremely stiff, like a lifeless ceramic doll. He tried his best to conceal the fear in his heart, not wanting to show any sign of cowardice.
It was as if after a long time, when her eyes started to feel itchy and she couldn't hold on any longer, the grip on her wrist finally loosened a little.
In a split-second, her five senses recovered from their stagnation, and the expression on her face gradually regained its liveliness. In the distance, the clamoring of the crowd could be heard again and again, and she even heard the soft rustling of green leaves as they swayed back and forth in the breeze that blew across Bodhi. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of sandalwood.
In the end, she was afraid. She held onto her wrist, which was still in pain, with her other hand safe and sound. Her fingertip could not help but tremble slightly. Her chest heaved up and down, and there was no trace of blood on her face.
He did not say anything. He just stood there, quietly staring at that pale little face.
”So …” After a while, the initial fear was no longer in Jin Lan's eyes. She still raised her head, and looked at the pair of stern and reserved eyes, ”Please help me, save my mother, my Ye Family must be thick …”