All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 582 - Three Hundred and Thirty-Eight_1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face, and water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Soaked by the water, the fabric clung to her, outlining her exquisite figure like a half-peeled fruit. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her graceful poise fully displayed.

Her fair hands gently gathered her soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her gown, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue with a hint of embarrassment.

Her partially removed clothes clung tightly to her body, becoming slightly translucent and revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting gown didn't hint at her figure, but now its true contours were visible.

Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched the corners of her lips as she said, "Like master, like disciple, indeed... Even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, then do so. 'Master's wife' does sound rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Her jade-like legs, submerged beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, sending out a few ripples.

Then, with a light push from her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water reached just past the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender waist—smooth and flat, without a hint of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't possibly bathe while dressed, can you?"

On their journey, this particular gown had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Somewhat shy, Li Zijun removed her dress, placed it on the bank, and then immediately sank into the pool, hiding herself as much as possible.

Ji Nanjue did not laugh at her and sat down beside her.

The air felt somewhat oppressive; the period just before rain always brought a particular sense of restlessness.

Her small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it cascade down. Then, she suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times. Are you so certain of your feelings?"

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

"I'm quite curious—can you share your thoughts with me?"

After a pause, sensing her question was perhaps a bit too probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to..."

As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

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

Gazing into the somewhat murky water of the pool, she pondered for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "Does liking someone always need to be rationalized?"

"Isn't it that at some point, because of something that deeply touches your heart, you find yourself unconsciously carrying someone within it?"

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

Ji Nanjue was momentarily taken aback. Li Zijun's voice seemed tinged with sadness; though her tone was very gentle, Ji Nanjue could somehow detect a great deal of frustration within it.

Then she pulled Li Zijun into a tight embrace, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps, before this, Ji Nanjue would have sneered at the term, dismissing it as mere nonsense. The idea that two people could set their hearts on each other after just one glance seemed, to her, to indicate nothing more than a lust for physical appearance.

Yet now, her heart was gradually coming to accept the term. Her own life trajectory with Su Bei had always intertwined with his when they least expected it. That time they returned from the brink of death, the bond forged from enduring hardship together was incredibly profound.

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

"There might be some truth to that."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.

The feelings she harbored for Su Bei were far from the lighthearted description she had just given. They were the result of nearly a century of shared experiences, a slow burn that had finally allowed her to understand her own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a little cold..."

She hugged her own arms lightly, blinking as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back."

"Sister... you stay here alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her feelings somewhat complicated.

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei could never be together openly, the thought of another woman trying to claim a share of his affection still instinctively repelled her.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... From any perspective, whether emotional or logical, it felt utterly outrageous.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple, and that disciple's master... with herself caught in the middle? What a tangled web of relationships... Three generations under one roof, was it?

"It's all Su Dudu's fault."

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If anyone was to blame, the root cause was that philandering man. If he hadn't been so free with his affections, sowing wild oats everywhere, how could he have accumulated so much emotional debt?

He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself...

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

"..."

She then gestured towards the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.

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

Watching Li Zijun's retreating figure, Ji Nanjue sighed softly.