15 A Passing Disciple (1/2)

Daiyu's body collapsed on to a pile of freshly fallen petals, and the girl was instantly covered in pink. Dark eyelashes were hiding her brown eyes, and her hair covered her soft pale face. Even the passing breeze seemed to stay still to look at the unconscious girl.

”Senior...senior sister?” Huizhong stood in shock; his eyes widened at the sight of the fallen girl on the ground.

What happened?

Wasn't she fine before?

”Senior sister!” Running over to her fallen body, Huizhong rolled Daiyu on to her back and felt her forehead. His fingers were met with a scorching fever. What to do? What happened to her? Huizhong turned his head frantically. He needed to find help. With his thoughts progressing in chaos, he hurried out of the courtyard hollering for help.

Hearing the desperate shouts, many of the nearby disciples frowned and abandoned their tasks. A small crowd was already begun to assemble due to the commotion. Nearby, Guiren set down a basket of dried herbs and his eyes adjusted to the person yelling.

What was happening?

However, soon his pupils contracted.

Wasn't that the boy chosen as Daiyu's junior brother?

Guiren felt his heart being squeezed at the sight of the boy.

That day when he attempted to confront the boy, he discovered he couldn't lift a finger against him. Freezing in place and seeing the other person so weak and covered in injuries, Guiren found himself thinking of his younger self. In his past life, wasn't he the same? Covered in wounds and targeted by hate, he was also selected by Daiyu.

Guiren nearly missed a heartbeat as the feeling of ice cold water seemed to wash over his mind.

Was there no difference between him and others?

Then, that year...did she choose him out of pity?

Hiding the anguish in his heart, Guiren merely tried to smile and let the other go.

He already knew he didn't deserve a place next to Daiyu. Nevertheless, it didn't stop his aching heart. Holding his chest, Guiren departed from the scene, his eyes downcasted.

Why did it hurt so much?

Seeing the boy yell about so blatantly, Guiren turned to leave. However, Huizhong suddenly caught the sight of Guiren. Recognizing the other, he rushed over and hooked his hands onto Guiren's sleeves.

”Older brother, wait. Older brother, do you remember me?”

Guiren turned his head to meet Huizhong 's bright eyes.

Yes.

How can I not?