Chapter 941: Cutting the line is based on one’s mood (1/2)

Faced with a man of action, Han Yunxi had no time to think too much. His presence forced her to follow his tempo until things grew tense, as if something entrapped was waiting for an opening to break free. And once that release came, she slowly opened her mouth and released a long breath before completely relaxing.

With a light chuckle, she said, “Long Feiye, you’ve won again.”

Long Feiye fell prostrate against her chest, his forehead soaked with sweat as he sprawled next to her bite mark without a sound. Han Yunxi gently embraced him and murmured, “Long Feiye, no need to be suspicious. I’ll only love you in this lifetime.”

“And the next life?” Long Feiye asked.

Han Yunxi took his hand and moved it to the bite scar on her chest. She didn’t say anything about their next lives, but only said earnestly, “Once we’ve loved enough in this lifetime, I’ll tell you the answer.”

“Alright,” Long Feiye agreed instantly. He probably wouldn’t tell her in this lifetime, but the protection of the Shadow Clan meant two things. That night, he stubbornly had the carriages retrace their paths until they reached an ancient Western Zhou garrison post by evening the next day. Long Feiye made reservations at a teashop equipped with hot springs located west of the town as they waited for Gu Beiyue to catch up. Originally, that would take two days, but thanks to their backtracking, that time was halved. Thus, Gu Beiyue would catch up late night the very same day.

Han Yunxi was instantly attracted by the white mists of the hot springs when they arrived. It was already the beginning of winter by now, so Western Zhou’s weather had long grown chilly. However, it wasn’t too cold outdoors, which made it perfect hot spring soaking weather! Unfortunately, she couldn’t do that while her legs were still recovering. A big hot spring was completely different from a bathtub, which allowed her to drape her legs outside.

Long Feiye and her settled into the biggest residence at the teashop. They were surrounded by tatami mats and a perimeter of short tea trees, a peaceful and serene site. Even the most tempestuous heart would calm down in such surroundings.

And yet!

Han Yunxi couldn’t stay still at all because Long Feiye was soaking in the hot springs while she could only watch from the tea table. Ever since breaking her legs, she’d yet to soak in any hot springs. As soon as she shut her eyes, she could feel the relaxation and carefree sensations of soaking in such waters. If she could go into the water now, she’d definitely soak herself until she fell asleep.

But now all she could do was watch!

Very soon, Long Feiye swam over from the pool to lean against its edge. He splashed Han Yunxi with some water, but she pretended not to notice and steeped her tea. Despite this, she didn’t drink any of it. Long Feiye grinned before splashing her again. He used just enough force to send the droplets at Han Yunxi’s feet without getting her clothes wet. Han Yunxi still pretended not to notice and prepared to wheel herself away.

“Where are you going?” Long Feiye asked immediately.

“To take a stroll!” Han Yunxi answered.

“You won’t accompany me?” Long Feiye asked.

Han Yunxi sighed. “Aye, once Gu Beiyue comes, I probably won’t be able to enjoy the experience of sitting in a wheelchair again until I’m too old to walk. I might as well take advantage of tonight to cherish it. You just have a good soak, I’ll wheel myself about.” As she spoke, she gave Long Feiye a parting glance, her grin looking especially fascinating beneath the moonlight.

Long Feiye smiled helplessly back. She can even think up excuses like that. Impressive.

Han Yunxi really did end up wandering off. Long Feiye had no idea she’d seized the chance to peek at his well-toned body when she looked back at him. She was feeling rather uncertain: why did she never have any chances to admire his sculptural form despite all the times he’d shown her favor?

Han Yunxi didn’t get far before Long Feiye was chasing after her. He was now dressed in wide, expansive white robes and a pair of wooden clogs. It made for a leisurely sight as he pushed along her wheelchair. She looked up at him and grinned mischievously. “Not soaking anymore?”

He purposely cast her a covetous look, but she had her ways to make sure he didn’t prevail. His eyes grew doting, then helpless. Between the two of them, there were no victors or losers when they were evenly matched. Both of them ended up strolling around the moonlit gardens and chatting casually.

“Tell me about...what happens 3,000 years later,” Long Feiye intoned.

Han Yunxi joyfully agreed. Of course, she only told him about the happy things and none of her pains. Many times, people had the mistaken impression that time healed all wounds and erased the scars. But in truth, it wasn’t time--but the people it brought--that cured them. After she finished her tale, Han Yunxi didn’t ask about Long Feiye’s past, but simply hoped she could be the person to bring Long Feiye out of his own hard times.