Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage, water droplets clinging to the hair at her forehead, dripping down to her collarbone.
The wetness made her clothes cling to her body, making her delicate and exquisite figure seem almost bare. Her jade arm bent gracefully, her charming posture fully revealed.
With gentle hands, she gathered her wet hair behind her head, the water soaking her dress and outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue with a bit of embarrassnt.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her body, slightly translucent and revealing a hint of her skin. The normally loose-fitting dress had concealed much, but now her true form was clearly visible.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, and then, with a playful quirk of her lips, she said, "As expected of master and disciple. Even your lies are cast from the sa mold... Never mind. If you want to call Sister, go ahead. Referring to as your master's wife sounds rather old-fashioned anyway."
Li Zijun didn't respond verbally. Underwater, her jade legs gently stirred the surface, creating a few ripples.
She then propped herself up with her jade arms and stood up without a thread on her, the water barely covering her thighs, revealing half of her slender waist, which was smooth and without an extra ounce of flesh.
"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't bathe with them on, can you?"
On this journey, the dress Li Zijun wore had been with her for an unknown length of ti, though it bore no stains.
Li Zijun felt shy as she removed her dress and placed it on the bank, then imdiately sat down in the pool, hiding herself thoroughly.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her but sat down beside her.
The air was slightly oppressive. The period before rain always felt particularly restless.
Ji Nanjue's small hands gently played with the water, letting it sprinkle down as she suddenly said, "You've only seen him a few tis, and yet you're so sure of your feelings?"
"It's normal for soone your age to have yearnings for soone, but from your actions and deanor, you don't seem like an impulsive person."
"I'm curious, could you share your thoughts with ?"
Pausing for a mont and feeling that her question was sowhat tricky, Ji Nanjue quickly added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say..."
As she spoke, her eyes looked at Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her lips and didn't look at Ji Nanjue, just murmuring softly.
Staring at the dark waters, she pondered for a mont before quietly saying, "Does liking soone require a reason?"
"Isn't it that at a certain mont, because of sothing that deeply touches the heart, one unknowingly begins to carry soone there?"
"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a gesture."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback, hearing a hint of sadness in Li Zijun's voice. Although it was a very gentle tone, for so reason, it carried a sense of lancholy.
She then pulled Li Zijun tightly into her arms, her cheek against hers, "Love at first sight?"
Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously scoffed at the term, dismissing it as absurd—a connection ford between two people with just one look, driven only by physical attraction. But now her heart had gradually co to accept the idea. Her life and Su Bei's had intertwined inadvertently at tis. The emotions following their shared return from the brink of death were deeply profound. Maybe his shadow had been imprinted on her heart even before that night, but her long-sealed emotions had never allowed her to admit it.
"That's also a possibility." Li Zijun gave a bitter smile, realizing Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.
Her feelings for Su Bei were hardly as simple as she had described. It had taken nearly a century of shared experiences to confirm her heart's true desire.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms lightly and blinked at Ji Nanjue.
"You should head back then," Ji Nanjue said. She paused briefly before adding, "I... *Sister* will stay alone for a while."
Ji Nanjue then smiled warmly at Li Zijun, though her own heart felt sowhat conflicted.
After all, she was a woman. Although she knew she and Su Bei could never have a public relationship, she still felt averse to any woman who sought to take a share of his tenderness. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... Morally and rationally, it was profoundly wrong. A quirky thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her master... and sandwiched in between was herself? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, indeed. "It's all Su Dudu's fault." There was no right or wrong in matters of the heart, but if there had to be bla, it all originated from that fickle heartthrob. Without his flirtatious behavior, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? —He certainly had it easy...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue. When Ji Nanjue ca back to her senses, she playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and said with a smile, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear mine for now."
Ji Nanjue then gestured with her hand toward the white gauze dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked and then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
With a soft RUSTLE, she slipped into the dress and then walked toward the Daoist Temple.
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