Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to the space between her collarbones.
Wet from the water, her clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure appear like a half-ripe fruit, her jade arms gently curved, revealing her enchanting posture.
With her delicate hands, she gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She looked sowhat embarrassed at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't completely taken off now fully adhered to her delicate body, faintly revealing her skin tone. The usually loose dress had concealed much, but now, one could finally glimpse Mount Lu's true face.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with a hint of surprise and then, with a playful smirk, said, "It's no wonder you're master and disciple; even your lies are carved from the sa mold... Never mind, if you want to call sister, go ahead. 'Mistress' does sound oddly old-fashioned."
Li Zijun remained silent, her subrged jade legs gently stirring the water's surface and sending up a few splashes.
Then, with a gentle push from her jade arms, she stood up nude. The water barely covered her thighs, revealing half of her slender waist, which was thin and flat, without a hint of excess fat.
"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe dressed, can you?"
This dress had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long on this journey, though it bore no stains.
Li Zijun, a bit shy, took off her dress, placed it on the shore, and then imdiately sat down in the pool, hiding herself thoroughly.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down beside her.
The air was sowhat oppressive; the ti before rain was always particularly restless.
She gently splashed the water with her small hands, letting the pool water spray, and suddenly said, "You've only seen him a few tis. Are you so sure of your feelings?"
"It's normal for soone your age to admire soone, but your words and actions don't suggest you're an impulsive person."
"I'm very curious. Could you tell what's on your mind?"
Pausing for a mont, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to say..."
As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on her.
"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.
Gazing at the sowhat murky pool water, she pondered for a mont and then said softly, "Does liking soone always need a reason?"
"Isn't it that at a certain mont, because of sothing that deeply touches the heart, soone unknowingly finds a place in one's heart?"
"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a certain gesture."
Ji Nanjue was stunned for a mont. Listening to her voice, which sounded sowhat sorrowful—though the tone was gentle, for so reason, it carried much vexation.
Then she hugged her tightly, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"
Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as absurd. Two people determining their feelings for each other after just one look? There was only one possibility: they were coveting each other's beauty.
But now, her heart was gradually coming to accept this phrase. Her life trajectory with Su Bei always seed to align unintentionally. That ti they returned from death's door, the emotions they shared after surviving adversity together were naturally profound.
Perhaps even before that night, the shadow of that person had been imprinted in my heart; it was just that my long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.
"That's true."
Li Zijun gave a bitter smile. It seed she had been misunderstood.
Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the casual way she had described them; they were confird only after nearly a century of adjustnt.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a little cold..." Li Zijun trailed off, gently hugging her arms and blinking at Ji Nanjue.
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. "You should go back then," she said. "As for ... your Mistress... no, your Sister, I'll stay here alone for a little while."
Ji Nanjue's heart was sowhat conflicted.
In the end, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never make our relationship public, I still feel a sense of rejection towards any woman who wants to take a share of his tenderness from . Moreover, this woman is his disciple... It's sowhat outrageous by any asure of emotion or reason. His disciple, *my* master... and stuck in between? What a complex relationship... spanning three generations, it seems.
It's all Su Dudu's fault.
There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If one had to assign bla, the root cause of it all was that heartbreaker. If he hadn't been so affectionate and flirtatious everywhere, how could he have racked up so many emotional debts out of thin air?
He's the one enjoying himself...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few tis. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, lightly pinched Li Zijun's tender 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 silk dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked and then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
With a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.
As Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure, she sighed softly.
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