Faint starlight graced Li Zijun's visage. Strands of hair at her forehead, dotted with water droplets, trickled down to her collarbones.
The wet fabric clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure as if she were half-bare. Her delicate arms curved lightly, her graceful charm fully revealed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaking her robe traced the outline of her perfect form, making her look sowhat embarrassed as she gazed at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the skin beneath. Her normally loose-fitting robe usually concealed her figure, but now, its true contours were as clear as Mount Lu in plain sight.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident astonishnt. Then, curling her lips, she said playfully, "True to being master and disciple. Even your lies are cut from the sa cloth."
"Forget it. If you want to call Sister, then do so. 'Master's wife' does sound rather old-fashioned."
"..."
Hidden beneath the surface, Li Zijun's jade-like legs gently stirred the water, creating a few ripples.
Then, propping herself up with her arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water reached just past the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her supple waist, which was slender and flat, devoid of any excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes. You can't very well bathe with them on, can you?" Ji Nanjue said.
This single robe had been Li Zijun's companion for a long ti on this journey, though it remained unstained.
Li Zijun, a bit shy, removed her dress, placing it on the shore. Then she promptly sat down in the pool, concealing herself securely.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down beside her.
The air was sowhat heavy; the monts just before rain always felt particularly oppressive.
Li Zijun's small hand gently scooped up so water, letting the droplets fall as she suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few tis. Are you so sure of your feelings?"
"It's normal for soone your age to have aspirations, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."
"I'm very curious. Can you share what's on your mind?"
Pausing, realizing her question was sowhat probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to tell ..."
As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pressed her thin lips together. She didn't look at Ji Nanjue, rely murmuring softly.
Gazing into the sowhat gloomy depths of the pool, she pondered for a mont, then said in a low voice, "Does liking soone necessarily require thoughts or reasons?"
"Isn't it that at a certain mont, because of sothing that deeply touches the heart, one unknowingly cos to carry soone within it?"
"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a certain gesture."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a mont. Li Zijun's voice sounded sowhat somber; despite its gentle tone, Ji Nanjue could sohow hear a great deal of disquiet within it.
Then Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun tightly into her arms, her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"
Perhaps I would have scoffed at this phrase before, dismissing it as sheer nonsense. The idea that two people could set their hearts on one another with just a glance? Surely nothing more than lust for each other's beauty.
But now, my heart has gradually co to accept the phrase. My life path and Su Bei's have inadvertently intertwined. That return from death's door, the emotions we shared after facing adversity together—they are naturally profound.
Perhaps even before that night, his shadow had been imprinted on my heart; it was just that my long-sealed heart had never admitted it.
"That's also true," Li Zijun said with a wry smile; it seed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.
Her feelings for Su Bei weren't as simple as she'd just described. It had taken nearly a century of shared experiences and growing together for her to be certain of her heart.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is getting cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms to herself and blinked at Ji Nanjue. "Let's go back."
"Go on back then," Ji Nanjue said. She hesitated briefly. "Sister will stay here alone for a while."
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart feeling complicated.
After all, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I will never have a day where our relationship is acknowledged by the public, I still feel averse to any woman who desires to take even a fraction of his tenderness that I feel is ant for .
Moreover, this woman is his disciple... It's rather outrageous, both emotionally and ethically.
A bizarre thought crossed my mind—his disciple, her grandmaster... and myself in between?
What a complex relationship... Three generations under one roof, is it?
"All the bla lies with Su Dudu," Ji Nanjue muttered.
In matters of the heart, there is no right or wrong. But if one must assign bla, the root cause of it all is that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't flirted everywhere and sown wild oats, how could he have possibly racked up so much emotional debt?
He certainly enjoyed himself...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue. Ji Nanjue ca to her senses and lightly pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose, smiling as she said, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of Sister's for now."
"..."
She then pointed toward the white gauzy dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
Rustling softly, she donned the dress and headed toward the Daoist Temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and sighed softly.
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