Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair clung to her forehead, carrying water droplets that slid to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisite figure. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, a vision of grace.
Her fair hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water made her drenched garnt cling, outlining her perfect figure. She shyly glanced at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her delicate body, the semi-transparent fabric faintly revealing the color of her skin. Her normally loose-fitting robes hid much, but only now was her true figure revealed.
Ji Nanjue appeared sowhat surprised as she looked at Li Zijun. Then, she curled the corners of her mouth and spoke playfully,
"Indeed like master, like disciple, even in lying, you're carved from the sa mold..."
"Forget it, if you want to call sister, go ahead. 'Mada' really does sound too old-fashioned."
Her jade-like legs, hidden beneath the water's surface, playfully stirred, creating ripples and splashes.
Then, with a gentle push of her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely bare. The waterline barely reached her upper thighs, exposing half of her slender, flat waist, which had not an ounce of excess fat.
"Take off your clothes, you can't always bathe fully dressed, can you?"
The robe Li Zijun was wearing had been with her for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.
Li Zijun, sowhat shyly, removed her robe and set it by the shore, then imdiately sat back down in the pool, hiding herself thoroughly.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her, instead sitting down beside her.
The air felt heavy; the period before rain was always especially stifling.
Li Zijun's small hand gently scooped up so water, letting it fall back into the pool. Then she abruptly said,
"You've only t him a few tis, are you so sure of your own feelings?"
"At your age, it's normal to have soone in your heart you admire, but your behavior doesn't seem that of an impulsive person."
"I'm very curious, can you share what's in your heart?"
Pausing a mont, feeling her question was rather tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile,
"Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..."
As Ji Nanjue spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.
"Thoughts?"
Li Zijun lightly pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, and murmured softly.
Staring at the sowhat murky water, she contemplated for a mont and then said softly,
"Does liking soone really need a reason?"
"Isn't it that at a certain mont, because of sothing that deeply touches the depths of your heart, you unknowingly co to carry soone within it?"
"Maybe it's just a glance, or a certain deed."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Li Zijun's voice, though gentle in tone, sounded sowhat dejected. For so reason, Ji Nanjue could hear a great deal of vexation in her words.
Then Ji Nanjue embraced her tightly, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's.
"Love at first sight?"
Perhaps previously Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at such a term, considering it re nonsense. Two people deciding their feelings for each other after just one look? That could only be lust for the other's beauty.
Yet now, she found herself increasingly acknowledging this notion.
Her life path and Su Bei's always seed to intertwine unintentionally. After returning from the brink of death together, the bond they shared had beco exceptionally deep.
Maybe even before that night, Su Bei's shadow had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.
"That could be so."
Li Zijun forced a smile. It seed she had been misunderstood.
Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the simple description she had just given. It had taken nearly a century of mutual adjustnt and understanding for her to confirm her own heart.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun feels a bit cold..."
She hugged her arms, blinking her eyes at Ji Nanjue.
"Let's return."
"Teacher... Sister, I'll stay by myself for a while."
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart feeling complex.
After all, she was a woman. Although she knew she and Su Bei could never have a day where their relationship was public, she still felt repelled by any woman who wanted to steal a share of Su Bei's tenderness from her.
Moreover, this woman was his disciple... ethically and emotionally, it was quite against the grain.
An odd thought erged in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, who considered Su Bei her Teacher... and then there was herself caught in between?
What a complicated relationship... three generations under one roof, so to speak.
It's all Su Dudu's fault.
There's no right or wrong in love. But if soone must be blad, the root cause of all these troubles is that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't been spreading his affections left and right, how could he have accrued so much emotional debt?
—He was enjoying himself...
Li Zijun extended a hand and waved it in front of Ji Nanjue. Coming back to her senses, Ji Nanjue flicked Li Zijun's delicate nose and said with a smile,
"You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."
She then pointed to the white chiffon dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked, and then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
With a soft rustle of fabric, she put on the dress and headed toward the Daoist Temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and sighed softly.
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