All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 628 - 361_1

Faint starlight dimly shone upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her exquisite and delicate figure, almost as if she were bare. Her arms were slightly bent, her graceful form fully revealed.

With tender hands, she gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked through her gown, outlining her perfect silhouette, and she bashfully looked at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes that had not been fully removed hugged her body, slightly revealing the flesh beneath. Her usually loose-fitting gown concealed much, but now her true figure was unveiled.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smirk touched her lips. "Just like master and disciple," she said, "even your lies are cut from the same mold..."

"Alright, call me Sister if you wish. Calling me 'Master's Wife' does sound rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Beneath the water's surface, her jade-like legs gently stirred the water, sending up a few splashes.

Then, with a slight push from her arms, she stood up, completely unadorned. The water level barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing half of her slender waist, which was slim and flat, without a hint of excess flesh.

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

This gown had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long on their journey, yet it remained free of any stains.

Li Zijun, blushing, removed her gown and placed it on the bank before immediately sinking back into the pool, concealing herself completely.

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

The air was a bit heavy; the time before rain always felt extraordinarily restless.

Her small hands gently scooped up water, letting it splash down from her fingers. Suddenly, she asked, "You've only seen him a few times. Are you already so sure of your feelings?"

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

"I'm curious. Could you share what's on your mind?"

After a pause, feeling that her question might be a bit too prying, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's fine if you don't wish to tell..."

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

"My thoughts?"

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

Gazing at the somewhat gloomy water, she pondered for a moment before saying softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require reasons or deliberation?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that causes a stir deep within your heart, you unknowingly find that person has taken root there?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. She heard a tinge of sadness in Li Zijun's voice. Although her tone was very gentle, for some reason, Ji Nanjue could detect a deep sense of vexation within it.

Then she drew Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, her cheek resting against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at such a term, dismissing it as mere nonsense. Two people confirming their feelings for each other after just one look? There could only be one explanation: they were simply captivated by each other's beauty.

Yet now, she found herself gradually coming to accept this idea.

Her life's path and Su Bei's had always seemed to intertwine inadvertently. After that time they had returned from death's door, the emotions born from having shared such adversity were naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, the image of that person had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"I suppose so," Li Zijun said with a wry smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.

How could her feelings for Su Bei be as simple as the light and understated way she had just described them? It had taken nearly a century of shared experiences and growing together for her to finally be sure of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her own arms lightly, blinking up at Ji Nanjue.

"You should go back then," Ji Nanjue said, then added, "As your Master's... well, Sister will stay here alone for a bit."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart filled with complicated emotions.

In the end, she was a woman. Despite knowing their relationship with Su Bei could never be public, she still felt a natural aversion to any woman who sought to take even a sliver of his tenderness from her.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... By any standard of sentiment or reason, it felt outrageously improper.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple, my Master... and me caught in between?

What a complicated relationship... It's like three generations under one roof, isn't it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If blame had to be assigned, the root cause of it all was that incorrigible flirt, Su Bei. If he hadn't gone around sowing affection and dallying with others, how could he have possibly racked up so many emotional debts out of thin air?

—He certainly had his fun...

Li Zijun waved her hand a few times in front of Ji Nanjue's face. When Ji Nanjue snapped out of her thoughts, she gently tapped Li Zijun's cute little nose and chuckled, "You've worn that gown of yours for quite a while. If you don't mind, wear this one of Sister's for now."

"..."

Her hand then pointed towards the white muslin gown on the shore.

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

With the soft rustle of fabric, she put on the gown and then walked toward the Daoist Temple.

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