My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 69 - 58 You’re really a jerk
Chapter 69: Chapter 58 You’re really a jerk
In an ancient nursery rhyme widely spread across the Wangque Continent, it is mentioned that in an era so distant that even the ancient Emperors Xuan and Cang felt it remote, above the Nine Heavens there once was a Moon Palace, within which existed a Glazed Well. The clear radiance of the bright moon was its well water, wherever the moonlight reached, the water of the well showcased every detail, and every moonlit night on earth, there would always be curious fairies peeking into the well to watch the mundane affairs and the joys and sorrows of the human world.
At this moment, if the Moon Palace from the nursery rhyme still existed and the infatuated fairy remained the same, then the people in the moon needed merely to glance this way to see, through a small window, a common man and a woman beside him.
The beautiful woman with bright eyes slightly lowered her eyelids, and the man with neat features bowed his head in silence.
The moonlight was like water, the night tranquil, and for a moment, the two by the window said nothing.
Su Xiaoxiao stared at Zhao Rong, who was busy with his mouth lowered, and squinted her fox-like eyes, speaking softly, “Can we just be good friends from now on? Don’t treat me like a little girl anymore, I’m not young …”
Zhao Rong secretly sighed with relief, quickly swallowed his food, and nodded, “Agreed! It’s a deal!”
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Seeing the embarrassed expression on Zhao Rong’s face, Su Xiaoxiao smiled gently.
Thinking about it, this seemed to be the first time she had taken the initiative in front of him, having always been bullied by him before; it turned out that even this bad person had times when he was afraid.
The little Fox Demon bit her lip lightly, suddenly becoming adept at manipulating the mindset of men—after all, she was a woman of the Fox Clan. Even without any romantic experience, she naturally possessed a racial talent in this regard.
In fact, she wasn’t quite sure why she cared so much about the difference between friends and relatives; there was only a vague feeling in her heart, telling her she had to choose the former.
Since she was young, she listened to her great-grandmother who had gone to Du You City, never bothering with men who approached her proactively. Over the years, she had only ever actively approached two scholars herself.
One was the handsome scholar who stayed overnight in the broken temple while rushing to the capital for an examination. At that time, driven by a notion of a romantic encounter, she had appeared before him. Before she could speak, she scared him so badly that he ran away, scrambling and tumbling.
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The other was the very scholar in front of her, who, according to the aesthetic standards of the Fox Clan, had a rather ordinary appearance. Although when they first met in the bookstore she felt he, like other men who couldn’t control their eyes, was annoying; and later on the boat, she thought his approach was ill-intentioned and avoided him, not wanting any interaction.
But.
That day, on the deck of the Qingfeng Pavilion ferry above the sea of clouds, while the crowd coldly watched, enjoying the spectacle without intervening, facing the fearsome Sword Cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, it was—he, and only he—who slowly walked out from the crowd. His steps were unsteady due to the sway of the ferry and the oppressive aura of the Sword Cultivator in the air, but his direction was unwavering as he stood in front of her.
She knelt on the ground, looking up, her cheeks glistening with tears, blankly staring at the frail and trembling figure before her. His right hand clenched the sword hilt tightly, his fingertips turning white, but the spine of this ordinary man remained straight. She knew she might still die, merely gaining momentary respite by having a naive scholar without cultivation to accompany her in death. She felt guilty yet happy. She knew she shouldn’t be happy, but she couldn’t help it.
The weak figure in front of her, like the warm sunlight at noon over Qiantang Mountain, shattered the last bit of despair in her heart and stood like a thick wall blocking the cold indifference flooding in from all directions.
Hadn’t she secretly run away to find her great-grandmother because she was the only one in the world who loved her and treated her kindly?
Didn’t she like reading novels about talented men and beautiful women, and purposefully “encountering” the scholar during the night at the broken temple because she wanted to meet someone reliable to exchange her heart for his?
It was all just for a bit of “caring.”
After being saved by him on the ferry, she had no intention of repaying him with her body because, to her, the romance she had never experienced was supposed to be a very solemn and serious matter, not something casually bestowed upon another as a token of gratitude.
How could one expect others to cherish something that one does not cherish oneself?
After getting off the boat, she “secretly” followed Zhao Rong, partly to repay the favor, and partly because she was a complete directionally challenged person who had no idea how to get to Du You City.
Even though she had followed this way, suffering from the bullying of this bad person in front of her, she didn’t feel too bad. At most, she would be annoyed at him just after being bullied, but she would soon calm down. Even if he didn’t come to coax her, she would mutter about that stinky Zhao Rong and slowly forgive him in her heart.
Because she knew, this bad person in front of her was probably one of the only two people in this world who cared about her.
She had thought that she and Zhao Rong would go to Du You City like good friends, playfully teasing each other along the way. However, for some reason, after mistakenly believing a few days ago that he had more than a friendly relationship with that man named Lin Wenruo, she suddenly felt as though someone had stolen something precious from her, along with some strange, indescribable sensations. She panicked, not knowing what to do, and instinctively hid her feelings while superficially expressing her good wishes to them.
This was the first time she had concealed her emotions. Previously, her face had been as telling as a barometer, smiling when happy and crying when aggrieved, without any need for disguise. This feeling of wearing a mask was very uncomfortable.
Although the misunderstanding was later resolved, she was still frightened. She told herself it was because she did not want to lose a good friend, thinking that if the other person found someone they liked, they wouldn’t care for her as before.
So, she hurriedly went to pick fruit for her good friend, learned how to make osmanthus cakes for him, and caught fireflies in the flower forest, trying to please and charm him. But unexpectedly, that night, in the dark room, when he said that he had always seen her as a sister, that strange taste and hollow feeling surged back into her heart and eyes.
You darn Zhao Rong, we agreed to be playful good friends—how could you always bring up such strange, quirky issues? You really don’t give me peace of mind. Can’t you be good like me, wholeheartedly treating your good friend…
Zhao Rong never realized the little Fox Demon had so many thoughts. Seeing her staring blankly at his face without speaking, Zhao Rong waved his hand in front of her eyes. Seeing no response, he muttered to himself and placed his hand on her white forehead again.
“What, what are you doing?” she asked weakly.
Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, facing her resentful gaze without feeling awkward, confidently said, “Why are you blanking out again? I’ve told you many times—my face, you shouldn’t look at it too much, little girl, you won’t be able to handle it.”
Su Xiaoxiao didn’t respond. She raised her hands together, stretched them towards the window, where the moonlight was like water. She seemed to be holding a handful of moonlight, tilting her head to look closely at it.
“Zhao Rong, have you ever missed someone important or something important?”
Zhao Rong glanced at the moonlight in her hands, looked up at the bright moon, squinted his eyes, fell silent for a moment, and then softly said, “Yes.”
Su Xiaoxiao looked up curiously.
“It was a very long time ago. Once, I and a few classmates—well, schoolmates—went climbing. Halfway up, she suddenly squatted down, grabbed my hand, and said she was tired and wanted me to carry her. I thought she was joking, as we were just friends who loved to quarrel and tease. So, I took her hand and urged her to get up, but she just wouldn’t stand, looking up at me expectantly. I was somewhat confused at the time, still too young to know what to do in that situation, with all the schoolmates watching…”
“And then?” she asked.
“And then? Afterward… I ran away, leaving her behind and ran down the mountain without looking back.”
“What happened next?” she asked, biting her lip.
“What next? There was no next. She transferred schools and left.”
“If you had another chance, would you stoop down to carry her?” she asked, staring at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, looking up at the bright moon, “No.”
“Why?”
“Back then, I couldn’t offer her any promises.”
Su Xiaoxiao said softly, “Zhao Rong, you really are a jerk.”
Zhao Rong was taken aback, withdrew his gaze, and looked down at the little Fox Demon who was bathed in moonlight, her face resting on the back of her hand, calmly watching him.
The woman before him, with eyes as charming as ripples, aura like a soft mist, face like white jade, a person as beautiful as the moon, indeed, the moon as lovely as a person.
