Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 205

Tang Yin had shoved away all her thoughts about the death of Jiang. She was good at that. Showing them down,, her thoughts, compartmentalising, and pushing away all the negative things inside her mind, she focuses on the happy things.

On other things.

She took a deep breath and clutched Jiang as he picked her up and carried her. Her hands were digging into his skin as she shoved it all down. Deep, deep away in the corner of her mind, where she gathered all her evil and sad thoughts, she was trying to forget anything

about it. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Shoving all other things forward. Was it sensible and a grown-up thing to do? No. But Yin did it nevertheless. When a touch inkled inside her. She turned to Jiang.

"Why would I ever kill you?"

"I am a century millennium beast, I can guess a number of reasons, none of them pretty." He shrugged. "But I can say my future self certainly did not regret it, that much I am sure of."

"I won't do it." She growled. "No way in hell I will let that happen. What use is it to see the future once in a blue moon if I cannot change it?"

Jiang didn't counter-argue; instead, he lifted her up and then hummed in agreement. What use was there in being able to see the future, occasionally, if one did not make good use of it and try changing it?

She took a deep breath and leaned against Jiang, feeling the emptiness and exhaustion inside her.

The millennial carp had not been kidding her when he said that this would consume most of her spirit power; she could hardly remember the last time she had been so flatlined out of spirit power, probably during enduring the crushing waves of the sea day in and day out.

"Yin, you should catch some sleep. We have been travelling for days, and this has not helped." Jiang said, and she shook her head.

"I cannot afford to rest." She muttered. "You know that. I just can't do you think they have a library here?"

"Sure, they do. This is a prestigious school, I would not be surprised if they have one of the more expensive ones." He said and pressed her close. She felt herself dozing off, comforted by the knowledge that she was safe with Jiang. The exhaustion from travelling, and the extreme spirit consumption were taking their toll.

"Good. I will research whatever they have. I found nothing at Poseidon, maybe here I am going to be luckier while waiting for bro to be late."

"He wouldn't dare to be too late. I mean, disappointing his baby sis, for him, pretty unimaginable." Jiang said as he looked down on Yin, whose eyes were closed as she mumbled and, half asleep, answered him. He smiled. That was his Tang Yin. He could understand his future self; he felt it too. He as well would have no regret giving her his spirit ring, even if things had to be quite drastic for him to do that.

He wondered what his future self had thought that moment, what had happened to him to do that despite knowing how deeply it would injure her.

"I cannot say I am sorry." He muttered. "If it was for a good reason."

Jiang knew he did not share Yins refusal for killing, he didn't understand it either if he was honest, but he could appreciate keeping to a principle, to a rule set for oneself, even if he admitted the plain refusal to commit any kind of kill for reasons other then to protect and to keep a promise of revenge to the millenium carp was a principle difficult to fulfill for a spirit master.

He walked to her room and tucked her into bed. Covering her with a blanket before he left with a sigh and marched ot his own room, his human skin feeling a bit restrictive after having spent much of his time shifting between dragon and human and now being confined to one form.

In front of him, he saw Tang Yuehua walking towards him, a smile on her face as she recognised him. "Jiang." She greeted him, and he bowed his head. He noted she was a spirit master, but he didn't scent the faint trace of blood on her that was usually attached to a spirit master, which either meant she had no spirit Ring or her gaining her last spirit ring had to be at least ten or twenty years ago, and it had faded with time. "Good evening." She greeted him.

"Good evening." He greeted her, and they both remained silent. He did not really know what he was supposed to say to her; apparently, he didn't know how to handle the situation either. The two remained still for a moment, then Jiang bowed, making an effort to do it correctly; this was an etiquette school after all.

Tang Yuehua's eyes widened at the sight of his movement for a brief moment, as if she were surprised. Then he walked past her, and she turned around to look at him.

"Say. Jiang, may I ask you something?"

"Of course." He tilted his head, curious about what she would ask him.

"Where have you learned this customary bow...I have not seen it for a long time."

"A friend taught me." He shrugged his shoulders. It had been a tidbit his friend had taught him long before he became a god, when they were a common spirit beast and a typical but talented human stumbling upon each other and just hitting it off.

"I see." Tang Yuehua nodded in a gesture of gratitude and understanding before excusing herself for the evening. He was surprised by what she meant. Had he done something wrong, this was human etiquette, no? Or had this changed so much over the last millennium? Probably, he was just being old-fashioned once again, although the nagging feeling remained that something had just happened he probably missed.