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In the stillness of the night, the cold wind howled outside the tent, and Pei Guanjing did not sit for long before he left.
Even if Ye Chen was Kun Ze, he should not harbor such thoughts about him.
At twenty-four years old, he was a full decade older than Ye Chen, and having taken him as a disciple, he was bound by the saying that a teacher is like a father for life. At his age, he could easily be considered Ye Chen's uncle. Moreover, even if Ye Chen were to seek the hand of King Huai'an in marriage, how could King Huai'an ever betroth him to someone of such humble origins?
In the end, Pei Guanjing could not forgive himself for having that dream.
Since he couldn't sleep, he darkened his face and got up to pour a bucket of cold water over himself.
The night was still cool before summer, and the icy water was piercingly cold; yet no matter how much he poured it over himself, it could not extinguish the restless fire in his heart.
He changed into a clean set of clothes and lay down once more.
However, as soon as he closed his eyes, visions of Ye Chen lying in his arms with flirtatious eyes filled his mind. But when he opened his eyes, the soft, sweet voice of Ye Chen echoed in his ears, calling out "Master, Master."
Thus, Pei Guanjing spent the latter half of the night tossing and turning, unable to find sleep. Listening to Ye Chen's steady breathing from beside him only deepened his frustration.
The next morning, when Pei Guanjing got up, dark circles hung under his eyes, and he looked utterly exhausted and devoid of spirit.
He had never felt this tired even after three days and nights without sleep on a mission.
As soon as he stepped outside, he ran into Ye Chen. His face was gloomy, and weariness clouded his expression as if shrouded by a layer of gloom.
As soon as Ye Chen saw Pei Guanjing, the embarrassing and awkward scene from yesterday surged back to his mind, making him wish he could find a crack in the ground to hide in. His head instinctively lowered even further.
"Master... I..." Just when Ye Chen finally mustered the courage to greet Pei Guanjing, the latter didn’t even spare him a glance. With a swift flick of his sleeve, he turned and walked away briskly, leaving Ye Chen with a tall yet somewhat lonely silhouette.
What... what is going on? He hadn’t even had the chance to settle accounts with him, and Pei Guanjing had already given him the cold shoulder?!
Little did Ye Chen know that Pei Guanjing had already tainted his dreams last night and engaged in many inappropriate actions.
So when Pei Guanjing saw Ye Chen, the scenes from last night’s dream surged like a tide in his mind.
The young boy's smile was as bright as flowers, his soft voice affectionately calling out "Master, Master," while he found himself lost in those moments, the shameful actions he had taken vividly replaying before his eyes.
Pei Guanjing felt he couldn’t face such a version of himself right now and had no idea how to confront Ye Chen.
Thus, when their eyes met, he lowered his head, wore a stern expression, and hurriedly brushed past Ye Chen without uttering a word, ignoring his greeting completely.
Ye Chen stood there in a daze, watching Pei Guanjing’s proud figure grow distant, momentarily unable to collect his thoughts. After quite some time, he finally became enraged and kicked at the dirt beneath his feet, sending up a cloud of dust.
"What the hell! What’s going on? I wasn’t this cold when I was touched; he turns around with that sour face after touching me?"
The more Ye Chen thought about it, the angrier he became, flames of fury rising within him. If it weren’t for the thought of clinging tightly to Pei Guanjing’s powerful leg—after all, if one day his identity as Kun Ze were exposed, he would still rely on him to say a few words on his behalf—he wouldn’t have been so lowly submissive in trying to greet him.
Filled with frustration, Ye Chen muttered under his breath while continuously kicking at the stones beneath his feet. Each kick was fueled by all the grievances and anger he wanted to vent on those small stones, wishing he could kick them all the way to the horizon so that all his troubles would disappear along with them.
“Damn it, Pei Guanjing!!!”
That day, Pei Guanjing did not show up at the Medical Camp at all, and by evening, there was still no sign of him.
It wasn't until late at night that Ye Chen, awakened by a faint noise at the door, realized that Pei Guanjing had returned.
The next day, the situation remained the same. In the following days, Pei Guanjing's absence continued. It seemed he was truly preoccupied with something important, or perhaps he was deliberately avoiding Ye Chen.
Ye Chen felt increasingly frustrated and had no idea what the problem was.
He had stood several times in front of the thin wooden partition, gazing at the dim light of the oil lamp filtering through the white curtain, contemplating whether to rush in and clarify things.
But then he thought, how should he even start? He knew all too well what kind of person Pei Guanjing was.
After more than half a year of interaction, they had finally developed a semblance of a mentor-student relationship, and things had just begun to ease up. Unexpectedly, they had reverted to that distant state once again. It seemed that all previous efforts had been in vain.
At this moment, the phrase "If you want something done right, do it yourself" resonated more clearly than ever in Ye Chen's mind.
In truth, he harbored a stubborn streak deep down. Why should he always lower himself before Pei Guanjing, constantly trying to read his mind and act according to his mood? He decided he would no longer cater to him; let him do as he pleased!
Thus, Ye Chen ultimately chose not to step into Pei Guanjing's compartment to seek answers.
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