All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 620 - 357_1

Faint starlight dotted Li Zijun's face, beads of water clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, each droplet gliding down to the hollow of her collarbone.

The wet clothes clung to her body, accentuating her delicate and well-proportioned frame, making it appear as alluringly exposed as a half-peeled fruit; her jade-like arms gently bent, revealing her graceful charm.

With her fair hands, she gently gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her garment, sketching the contours of her perfect figure as she looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes that were not fully removed now clung to her body, slightly translucent, showing the flesh beneath. Her usually loose robes did not reveal much, but now, they unveiled Mount Lu's true face.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with evident surprise, then curled the corners of her mouth in amusement. "No wonder you're master and disciple; even your lies are cut from the same cloth." She paused, then added, "Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. 'Master's wife' does sound a bit old-fashioned."

Li Zijun remained silent, her submerged legs subtly stirring the water, creating a few ripples.

Then, with a gentle push from her arms, she stood up, unclothed. The waterline barely reached the top of her thighs, revealing the upper half of her slender waist—delicate, flat, and without a hint of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't bathe with them on, can you?"

That single ruqun had been with Li Zijun for who knew how long on this journey, though it bore no stains.

A bit shy, Li Zijun took off her dress and placed it on the bank, then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue didn't tease her and sat down beside her.

The air was somewhat oppressive; the period before rain always felt particularly restless.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently splashed the water, letting droplets fall, and then she suddenly spoke. "You've only seen him a few times, yet you're so sure of your feelings?"

"It's normal at your age to have someone you deeply admire, but your words and actions don't make you seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm curious, can you share what's on your mind?"

After a pause, as if feeling her question was rather tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to say anything."

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun lightly pursed her lips. She didn't look at Ji Nanjue, just murmured softly.

Gazing into the dim waters of the pool, she pondered for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "Does loving someone necessarily require reasons?"

"Isn't it often that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, you unknowingly come to carry someone within it?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. She heard the melancholy in Li Zijun's voice; despite its tenderness, she somehow sensed a great deal of underlying distress.

She then pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps I would have once scorned this phrase as mere nonsense, Ji Nanjue thought. The idea that a single look could seal one's feelings likely stemmed from lusting after beauty alone. But now, my heart has gradually come to accept this notion. My life with Su Bei and hers seemed to intersect so unintentionally; those moments of surviving catastrophe together forged such a profound connection. Perhaps even before that night, his figure had already been etched into my heart; it's just that my long-sealed heart had never admitted it.

"That's also true," Li Zijun said with a forced smile. It seems she misunderstood me, she thought. My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be described so lightly? It took nearly a century of trials and understanding before I finally affirmed what was in my heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold," Li Zijun said, hugging her arms and blinking up at Ji Nanjue.

"You head back then," Ji Nanjue said, offering a warm smile, though her heart was a tangle of complexities. "I... Sister will stay here alone for a while."

In the end, I'm still a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never make our relationship public, I can't help but feel resistant to any woman who wants to take a share of his tenderness from me. Moreover, this woman is his disciple... From any perspective, emotional or logical, it feels utterly improper. A strange thought surfaced in my mind: his disciple, her master... and me caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... like three generations under one roof, isn't it? It's all Su Dudu's fault! There's no absolute right or wrong in matters of love, but if blame must be assigned, the root of all this trouble is that philandering man. If he hadn't spread his affections everywhere, dallying around, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He's certainly been enjoying himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, playfully flicked Li Zijun's cute little nose, and said with a smile, "You've worn that dress for far too long. If you don't mind, you can wear mine for now."

Her hand pointed to the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

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

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and sighed softly.