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“Benefactor!” In Yingyue Villa, Fengyin woke up startled from her bed. Why has she been feeling so restless these past few days?
“Yin Yin, what’s wrong?” Jinse asked, her attention divided as she embroidered flowers and birds.
“I dreamed of Benefactor,” Fengyin said, frowning slightly; it was truly a nightmare.
“What did you dream about?” Jinse seemed to be in a good mood.
“Nothing,” Fengyin murmured, having dreamed that Benefactor had died.
“You always keep things bottled up inside,” Jinse complained a bit, still focusing on her embroidery.
“I’m going out for a walk,” Fengyin said absentmindedly as she got up from the bed. Just as she opened the door, she saw Seven Nights approaching.
Fengyin quietly closed the door and turned back into the room.
“Why are you climbing out the window?” Jinse looked at Fengyin in confusion.
“Seven Nights is here,” Fengyin said, blushing. “Help me put the chair back.”
Fengyin steadied herself and then heard a light laugh behind her. Turning around, she saw Ying Wuxie, his lips curved in a smile, his long robe billowing in the wind, looking like an enchanting immortal.
“You seem quite lively,” Ying Wuxie's voice naturally evoked a sense of warmth from deep within.
“Young Master, you flatter me,” Fengyin said, wrapping her white hair around her palm, feeling embarrassed.
“Three Thousand Strands of White Hair, the sorrow of fate is like a long thread.” Ying Wuxie twisted a strand of Fengyin's hair in his hand, his handsome face magnified before her. “My Witch, some people seem affectionate, but in reality, they are heartless, aren't they?”
“Young Master speaks truly.” Fengyin averted her gaze awkwardly. Could it be that he was referring to her as someone who seemed affectionate yet was heartless?
Ying Wuxie let out a light hum, an almost imperceptible shimmer surrounding him. His temperament was unpredictable, fluctuating between warmth and coldness.
“Young Master, Fengyin takes her leave.”
“Do you not wish to stay with me?”
“No, Young Master is joking.”
“Am I laughing? Do I, Ying Wuxie, enjoy jokes?” Ying Wuxie elegantly curled his lips into a smile. Every expression on his face was captivating and flawless; he was nearly the perfect man.
He was the kind of man one would never forget after seeing just once.
“Are you not deeply affectionate towards Seven Nights, yet truly indifferent?” Ying Wuxie sniffed the white hair around Fengyin's nose lightly. Even such a frivolous action became alluring when he did it.
“This…” Fengyin fell silent, feeling flustered. How should she handle herself?
“Follow me.” Every word from Ying Wuxie made it hard to refuse. Fengyin sighed softly; how could she manage herself? This tantalizing sentiment always left her in disarray, and her worries were difficult to quell.
This feeling of being unable to grasp something seemed to stir her heart endlessly; it was like brewing bitter wine. If she had not distanced herself from him, how could there be such lingering thoughts now?
“Young Master, Seven Nights has already left,” Fengyin gently reminded him. Why was this person acting like this before Seven Nights? She did not want to speculate recklessly; she just wished to let go of this hair.
“Hmph.” A flash of white light passed by as Fengyin's white hair snapped in response, a strand still entwined around Ying Wuxie's slender finger. “Keep it as a memento.”
Ying Wuxie finished speaking and floated away lightly. Fengyin shook her head; regardless of the purpose, this was certainly not his true intention. Although this matter was enchanting, she felt worried about Hibiscus. Despite her inquiries over the past few days, she still could not find her master, Yun Zhongzi, and wondered when they would meet again.
What was the source of that ominous premonition?
Her appearance was pure and beautiful, pale and delicate, clear and ethereal, extraordinary and refined, stunningly elegant, and charmingly graceful. Her garments fluttered as if she were a celestial being descending to the mortal realm, seemingly ready to ride the wind back home. Her heart was like crystal, untainted by dust, gentle and affectionate towards Hibiscus, yet indifferent to worldly affairs.
Those feelings had nothing to do with her; the accusation of being heartless was indeed hard to dispel.
After Ying Wuxie left, Seven Nights returned.
"When will I have such white hair? It looks so good," Seven Nights said with a burning gaze. "Fengyin, Wuxie says you are heartless, but I don't believe it. I remember all the kindness you've shown me."
"Yes, there is no other intention behind this feeling."
"Are you avoiding me?"
Fengyin shook her head, unsure how to face him.
When it wasn't a doctor-patient relationship, she truly didn't know how to interact with Seven Nights.
"This feeling has no other intention? Then why did you save me?"
How could she explain that clearly?
"Seven Nights." Since ancient times, men have been known for their indifference; why did he keep asking about feelings? Was this word 'love' something that could be inquired about?
"Then tell me, do I hold a place in your heart?"
Fengyin lowered her head in silence.
"I promised to give you peace," Seven Nights said firmly, looking at Fengyin. After struggling in the sea of blood for nearly thirty years, he longed for stability more than anyone else. "I heard that there is a miraculous herb called Fo-Ti in the Underworld Desert to the west. With it, your white hair can surely turn into Azure Silk."
"That sounds good. Don't you think white hair looks nice?" Fengyin raised her head and looked into his determined eyes. The deep affection within them, tinged with a hint of anxiety, made her feel guilty. She had been avoiding him these days, not realizing she had secretly hurt his feelings.
"Fengyin, I want to ask you, if Father and Uncle Zhang arrange the marriage, would you be willing to marry me?" Remembering what Uncle Zhang had said back then, "If you overcome this demon, I can rest assured to entrust her to you." Traditionally, matters of love were dictated by parental arrangements and matchmaking. Now that Uncle Zhang had spoken first, it seemed they were destined to be together.
Such tender feelings lingered, with a gentle suitor; however, deep down she only wanted to escape. "Right now, finding a master is the most important thing."
She didn't want to marry; no one did. She always felt there were more important things waiting for her than marriage.
"Then I will wait for you. In this life, I will marry no one but you." Seven Nights drove his three-foot-long sword into the rock. "If I go against this, may it be like this stone." He pulled out the sword, and the giant rock shattered into powder. The wind blew over, scattering it lightly and drifting into Fengyin's eyes. What should she do? Fengyin sighed softly; indeed, after recovering, Seven Nights's skills had improved significantly.
"Do you trust me?" Seven Nights asked earnestly. Even if he claimed he would fetch stars from the sky for her, she could feel his sincerity.
Fengyin nodded. Only after experiencing love does one understand its depth; yet how could she bear such intense feelings? Without Yun Zhongzi, she felt like a broken piece of porcelain in the wind, drifting aimlessly in a bleak fate. A beggar without proper clothing and disheveled hair—there was no room for love in such sorrowful circumstances.
Fengyin shook her head. If she were still just a beggar now, did all these feelings of love have anything to do with her?
Her grandfather often said that one should have loyalty and affection but never forget their roots. Should she forget her feelings or forget her origins?
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