All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 570 - Three Hundred and Thirty-Two_1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead, wet with droplets of water, slipped down to her collarbone.

The wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her delicate and well-proportioned figure as if she were half-naked. Her jade arms bent gently, revealing her graceful posture.

Her fair hands lightly gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water seeping through her dress outlined her perfect figure, and she looked a bit embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes she hadn't fully taken off adhered completely to her body, slightly revealing the color of her skin through their semi-transparency. Normally, her somewhat loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now her true figure was revealed.

Ji Nanjue watched her with a hint of surprise, then curled her lips into a teasing smile and said, "Indeed, like master, like disciple. Even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, then do. 'Mistress' sounds rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Underneath the water, Li Zijun's jade legs gently stirred the surface, splashing a few droplets.

Then, she propped herself up with her jade arms and stood up, completely bare. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing her slender, flat waist, devoid of any excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't very well bathe in them, can you?" Ji Nanjue said.

This dress had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long on their journey, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun shyly removed her dress and placed it on the bank, then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself completely.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her but sat down beside her.

The air felt somewhat heavy; the period before rain always felt exceptionally tense.

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently lifted the water, letting the droplets fall. Then she suddenly spoke, "You've only met him a few times. Are you that sure about your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to have a crush, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm curious. Could you share your thoughts with me?"

Pausing for a moment, Ji Nanjue realized her question was somewhat tricky and added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to share..."

As she spoke, her eyes rested on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun lightly pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.

Gazing at the somewhat dark water of the pool, she pondered for a moment before speaking softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require reasons?"

"Isn't it that sometimes, at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, you find yourself unwittingly carrying that person within it?"

"Perhaps it's just a glance, or a single gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat sad; though her tone was very gentle, Ji Nanjue somehow sensed a great deal of frustration in it.

Then, Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, pressing her cheek against hers, and asked, "Love at first sight?"

Previously, Ji Nanjue might have scoffed at the phrase, dismissing it as nonsense. Believing someone could determine their feelings just by an exchange of glances likely meant they were only coveting the other's beauty.

However, her heart was gradually coming to accept the concept.

The trajectories of her life and Su Bei's had always aligned in unexpected ways. That time they returned from death's door together, the bond forged from shared hardship naturally ran deep.

Perhaps even before that night, his shadow was already imprinted in her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's also true," Li Zijun said with a bitter smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the simple way she had just described them. They were the result of nearly a century of shared experiences and understanding, only then had she become certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun said, wrapping her arms around herself and blinking as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Go back then," Ji Nanjue said, giving her a gentle smile. "I... Sister will stay here alone for a while." Her heart felt complicated.

In the end, she was a woman. Even though she knew that her relationship with Su Bei would never be public, she still felt repulsed by the thought of another woman wanting to take a share of his affection.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... by both sentiment and reason, it felt utterly improper.

A strange thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple (Li Zijun), and Su Bei himself, who was like her own master... with herself caught in the middle? 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, isn't it?

"It's all Su Dudu's fault," she muttered.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame had to be assigned, the root cause of it all was that womanizing scoundrel, Su Bei. If he hadn't been sowing his wild oats and flirting everywhere, how could so many emotional debts have arisen?

He certainly had it easy...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Snapping back to her senses, Ji Nanjue lightly tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose and said with a laugh, "You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

Ji Nanjue then gestured towards the white gauze dress on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked her eyes and then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.

With a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and let out a gentle sigh.