PS: Anti-piracy chapter.
Faint starlight cast shadows on Li Zijun's face, with droplets clinging to the hair at her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.
Her clothes clung wetly to her body, her exquisite figure outlined beneath, her jade-like arms gently bent, her captivating allure fully displayed.
Her delicate hand gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect silhouette as she shyly looked at Ji Nanjue.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, adhered tightly to her delicate body, faintly revealing her flesh tone. Usually, her loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now, Mount Lu's true beauty was revealed.
Surprise was evident in Ji Nanjue's eyes as she looked at her, then her lips curved into a playful smile as she said,
"True to the nature of teacher and disciple, even lying cos from the sa mold..."
"Forget it, if you want to call 'Sister', go ahead. 'Madam' does sound rather old-fashioned anyway."
"..."
Hidden beneath the water, her jade-like legs gently stirred the surface, sending a few droplets splashing.
Then, with a gentle push of her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely naked. The water barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing half her supple waist, slender and flat without an ounce of excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe with them on, can you?"
This dress had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long on their journey, though it was without any stains.
Li Zijun, slightly shy, removed her clothes and placed them on the shore, then quickly sank into the pool, hiding herself as best she could.
Ji Nanjue did not laugh at her and sat down beside her.
The air was sowhat oppressive; this period before rain always made one feel particularly restless.
Her small hand gently splashed water, letting it cascade down, before she suddenly said,
"You've only seen him a few tis—are you so certain of your feelings?"
"It's normal for soone your age to admire another, but your comportnt doesn't seem impulsive."
"I'm curious, can you share your thoughts?"
She paused, realizing her question was rather pointed, then Ji Nanjue quickly added with a smile,
"Of course, it's alright if you don't want to share..."
anwhile, her gaze remained on Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?"
Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but murmuring gently.
Staring at the dark waters of the pool, she pondered for a mont before speaking softly,
"Does liking soone need a reason?"
"Isn't it that at a certain mont, because of sothing that causes a deep stirring in your heart, you unconsciously start carrying that person's image within you?"
"Perhaps it's just one look, or a single gesture."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback, hearing the sadness in her voice. It sounded tender, but strangely, there was an undercurrent of frustration in her tone.
Then she drew Li Zijun tightly into her arms, cheek pressed against cheek.
"Love at first sight?"
I might have scoffed at the notion before, dismissed it as absurd—how could a single glance confirm one's feelings unless it was re lust for beauty? But now, my heart is gradually coming to accept the term. My life's path with Su Bei's has unwittingly lded together. After we ca back from the brink together, the bond we share is profoundly deep. Perhaps even before that night, my heart had already been imprinted with his shadow; only my long-sealed heart had never admitted it.
"That is true."
Li Zijun gave a wry smile. She misunderstood , she thought. My feelings for Su Bei... are they really as casually expressed as I just made them sound? It took nearly a hundred years of adjustnt for to be certain of my heart.
"Sister Nan Ji, I'm feeling a bit cold..."
Wrapping her arms around herself, she blinked at Ji Nanjue.
"Then you should head back."
"Master... No, Sister will stay here alone for a while."
Ji Nanjue gave her a gentle smile. My heart feels so conflicted, she thought. Ultimately, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never have a public acknowledgnt, I still resist the idea of another woman taking a share of the tenderness I feel is ant for . Especially since this woman is his disciple... morally, it feels like a great transgression.
An odd thought crossed Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple, her Master... and caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Like three generations living under one roof, isn't it? It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart, but if there must be bla, it all stems from that fickle charr. Had he not played the field, how could such an emotional debt have arisen? —He's the one enjoying it all...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue, breaking her reverie. Ji Nanjue recovered and playfully tapped her delicate nose, saying with a smile,
"That dress of yours has been worn too long. If you don't mind, wear my dress for now."
"..."
She motioned toward the white dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
Amidst a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and walked toward the Daoist Temple.
As Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure, she let out a soft sigh.
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