Chapter 228: Sister, You Are Sick Again
Mu Sanniang looked very well-behaved as she slept soundly.
Her small hands were still tightly gripping Chen An’s collar, as if afraid he would run away.
Her dress had also been changed, replaced by the light green silk dress she used to wear most often.
This was Chen An’s doing, of course.
He actually wanted to take that knife away, but unfortunately, even after feeling every part of the young girl’s body, he couldn’t find the knife’s whereabouts.
He didn’t know where Mu Sanniang had hidden it…
His wandering thoughts were interrupted by a slightly cool, soft touch.
Jiang Qiuchi had appeared at some point and quietly held his hand.
Chen An came back to his senses and smiled at her.
He then lightly shook his head, signaling her not to cause trouble at a time like this.
The latter playfully winked, squeezed his hand a little, but didn’t do anything else.
So Chen An walked into the house, holding the young girl in his arms with one hand and holding her hand with the other.
The small courtyard was found according to Chen An’s request. It wasn’t large, with blue bricks and white tiles, and looked a bit old. However, it was located in a remote and quiet area, so there was no need to worry about being disturbed.
Inside the house, all the furnishings were complete, and the bed was already made. This was likely thanks to Jiang Qiuchi.
Gently placing the young girl in his arms onto the bed, Chen An carefully withdrew his hand. After confirming that his sister was sleeping soundly, he turned and walked out of the room.
But he didn’t dare to go too far. A wisp of his divine sense remained on the young girl inside the house, ensuring that he could discover any disturbance in time.
After doing all this, Chen An’s tense nerves relaxed considerably.
He patted the dust off the doorstep and sat down on the ground.
Beside him, a deliberately lowered female voice sounded.
“She looks like a baby.”
Chen An was stunned, unable to quite understand.
“Why?”
Jiang Qiuchi sat down opposite him, on the other side of the doorstep.
The young girl habitually supported her head with one hand, tilting her head to look into the room.
A smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and she said softly, “I just feel like the two of us, like this now, are like raising a child.”
As she spoke, her face turned red, and she added, “Raising a child like a married couple.”
Chen An looked at her, hesitating to speak.
He wondered what kind of peculiar train of thought this was.
He stopped speaking and simply turned his head, looking up at the sky in a daze.
The sky was clear and washed, a pure azure blue.
As he watched the sky, Jiang Qiuchi watched him.
She had always superficially felt that the young man before her was truly handsome, and the kind of handsome that never tired of looking at.
His snow-white long hair did not detract from his appearance in the least; instead, it added a touch of sickly beauty.
After a moment, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly asked, “What’s going on with your hair?”
Hearing her question, the young man slowly turned his head.
Only then did Jiang Qiuchi notice that a smile had appeared on his face at some point.
“I was just wondering how long you could hold out,” he said softly.
Jiang Qiuchi glared back to express her displeasure.
“Actually, I don’t know why…”
The young man hesitated, then changed his tune. “But it’s probably nothing serious, likely related to cultivation (采補).”
His words caused the atmosphere to fall into silence for a moment.
After a long while, Jiang Qiuchi asked again, “Then how long do you plan to do this?”
“How long?”
He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
“I haven’t thought about it.”
Hadn’t thought about how long?
Jiang Qiuchi knew that given the young man’s personality, it would likely be a very, very long time until he could no longer do this.
So she lowered her head, her mood inevitably somewhat dejected.
“But is it… worth it?”
Facing this question, the young man answered very quickly.
“It’s worth it.”
Then, as if thinking of something, he shifted his position and moved closer.
The two were shoulder to shoulder, and Jiang Qiuchi met his clear black and white eyes.
His gaze was complex, inexplicably making her feel a sense of sadness.
Perhaps only Chen An knew what he was feeling at that moment.
There was guilt and inner conflict.
Of course, more than anything, there was an indescribable sense of helplessness.
With a mission to complete, he might have been able to ask the system for a moment of indulgence, but he still had to get things done.
He had long been prepared to sacrifice himself for this.
But before that, he hoped to delay the final outcome as much as possible.
This was why, despite knowing Jiang Qiuchi’s feelings, he found it difficult to reciprocate.
Any promise made by someone who was bound to die sooner or later would likely be in vain.
Half a month ago, he had tried to force Jiang Qiuchi to give up with the seemingly acceptable but actually very irresponsible words, “If there is fate in the next life.”
But now, it was clear that he had failed.
Thus, Chen An began to fear death for the first time.
But heaven’s will was ruthless; everything was predetermined.
Just like in his first life, he could struggle within a given scope, but how could he truly break free from this cycle?
Alas, he did not belong here.
…
…
Before it got dark, Jiang Qiuchi left.
She had suddenly received a message from her Master, asking her to return.
Chen An didn’t ask for the specific details.
Seeing the young girl’s lack of interest, it was likely not something important.
He patted his rear and turned to go back inside the house.
As dusk fell, the room was unlit, and he could only vaguely make out the outlines of objects.
He quietly walked to the bedside.
Upon seeing the figure on the bed, Chen An couldn’t help but pause.
The young girl he expected to be sleeping soundly had, instead, silently opened her eyes and was staring at him blankly.
Seeing Chen An look over, she pursed her lips and softly called out.
“Brother…”
Her slender arms instinctively stretched forward.
Chen An stepped forward, allowing her to easily touch him.
However, he had expected Mu Sanniang to hook her neck like before.
But the girl didn’t. Her hand went to his waist, and she leaned forward, burying her head against his chest.
The room was quiet, with only the slight trembling of the girl’s delicate shoulders.
Sensing her abnormal emotions, Chen An hugged her back and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
He asked gently.
There was no response from within his embrace.
Fortunately, Chen An was always patient, so he simply sat there quietly with her.
It wasn’t until his collar was disheveled and he felt a slight dampness on his chest that the girl’s faint voice sounded again.
“Brother, you lied to me again…”
Her voice sounded very wronged.
Chen An was stunned. He reached out and cupped the girl’s beautiful face.
Their eyes met, and her light blue pupils were filled with mist.
He scratched his head, somewhat bewildered.
“Sister means I was just outside the door with…”
His words were quickly cut off by a slender white finger.
Mu Sanniang stared at him, her gaze then falling on the young man’s naturally hanging long hair.
“It’s the hair…”
She murmured, “You clearly said before that it would be fine.”
Chen An finally understood what she meant and smiled, “Don’t you think it looks good?”
“And it’s just the hair; nothing else will change.”
Mu Sanniang, perhaps thinking of something, had a flicker of panic in her eyes and instinctively tried to push him away.
“I don’t want your treatment anymore, go away…”
“Go away…”
But Chen An held her tightly.
He gazed at the suddenly agitated young girl, his hands beginning to move down, slowly removing her silk dress.
Her delicate, fair skin was revealed and quickly covered by his long palms.
The grand Yin-Yang Union Cultivation Technique was circulated, causing the girl’s body to tremble, and her skin to become flushed.
Her breathing became rapid, eventually turning into gasps.
Chen An leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Sister, you are sick again.”
“It’s time for treatment.”
(End of this chapter)
