Kan Wenxiao hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but he was still a step too late. The silver mask fell and collided with the ground, resonating a dull sound.
The sound was like a button being pressed, and the surroundings instantly became clamorous.
“Hey, what’s up with little Kan Wenxiao’s appearance?”
“No wonder he’s always wearing a mask.”
“Isn’t Elder Jian fond of beauty? He actually accepted such a child as his disciple.”
“…”
Kan Wenxiao only felt that the chattering around him was getting louder and louder, and the voices seemed to be gnawing away at his mind, desperately trying to eat him alive.
His head felt so heavy that he did not dare lift it up.
He did not dare look at Jian Xiuyun.
He had embarrassed Jian Xiuyun. Will Shizun abandon him again?
The wound on his palm was still bleeding, but he didn’t feel any pain.
He just felt cold, as if the blood flowing out had taken away the heat from his body.
When he was at a loss, a flash of white suddenly appeared in his vision. It was the hem of Jian Xiuyun’s clothes.
The wide sleeves slipped back with his movements, revealing thin and white wrists along with slender fingers. His hands stretched out, and gently held Kan Wenxiao’s hands.
Seeing those white hands stained with dirty blood because of him, Kan Wenxiao felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen at this moment.
Panicked, he stepped back, trying to free his hands but failed to do so.
Jian Xiuyun’s grip was firm, and with his other hand, he held a white square handkerchief. He dabbed it on his wound wordlessly and wrapped it, temporarily blocking the bleeding.
“Raise your head.” Jian Xiuyun said.
Kan Wenxiao did as he was told. With a stiff neck, he raised his head little by little, glancing at the person in front of him.
Jian Xiuyun’s face had no trace of the disgust and disdain that he was familiar with, but with a proud smile, he urged Yu Huaien, “Yu Zhangmen, please award the prize quickly. My disciple is injured, I must hurry and take him to treat his wound.”
Yu Huaien raised his eyebrows with a hint of mirth in his eyes, but said nothing. With a wooden box in his hands, he walked up to Kan Wenxiao, handing it to him. “Congratulations.”
Kan Wenxiao took it in a daze, as if he was sleepwalking.
He even forgot to thank him.
Yu Huaien didn’t mind and turned to Jian Xiuyun, “I’ll send someone to ask for the doctor right away.”
“No need, I’ll bandage him myself.” Jian Xiuyun spoke, and leaned over to pick up the broken mask. He grasped Kan Wenxiao’s uninjured hand and walked away in a hurry.
Anyone who saw this scene would think that he was a kind master who was worried about his disciple’s injuries.
But not really.
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The moment he saw Kan Wenxiao’s mask fall to the ground, Jian Xiuyun almost stopped breathing.
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But that was merely a thought, he didn’t dare actually do that.
If he really just left, this incident might become a thorn in Kan Wenxiao’s heart, and then he would once again be thrown in a dungeon and tortured.
So he gritted his teeth and suppressed the prickling annoyance in his heart, pretending to be calm, and walked up towards the ring.
This small distance was walked with great difficulty. The eyes around him were either curious, sizing him up, or laughing at him. It all pressed down on him like a mountain, suffocating him.
But he could only feign calmness and indifference.
When he walked to the ring, he saw Kan Wenxiao standing there with his head hanging in despair, looking even more aggrieved than him.
Jian Xiuyun sighed in his heart, but put on an expression of concern and comforted Kan Wenxiao, asked Yu Huaien to award him quickly, and then pulled him to escape from under the watchful eyes of the audience.
Along the way, Jian Xiuyun walked absent-mindedly. Only when they arrived at Qingzhu Hall did he realize that he hadn’t let go of Kan Wenxiao’s hand this entire time.
And Kan Wenxiao had silently followed him and let him hold his hand.
Staring at him with moist eyes, like a puppy that had found its owner.
“Shizun…”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t want to hear his voice right now, so he interrupted him as soon as he spoke. “Sit down.”
He let go of his hand and pushed him onto a chair, and took out a gauze and medicine from his Qiankun pouch and prepared to dress his wound.
“Stretch out your hand.” Jian Xiuyun said.
Kan Wenxiao obediently stretched out his left hand.
Jian Xiuyun saw that the square handkerchief that had just been wrapped around it was soaked in blood. It was obvious that the injury wasn’t small, and he was a little frightened when he saw it.
Jian Xiuyun carefully began to untie the square handkerchief.
Some parts stuck to his flesh. When he touched them, Kan Wenxiao’s hand would wince, but he never made a sound.
Finally, the square handkerchief was taken off, revealing the wound.
His palm was cut open by the sword, and his bones were clearly visible.
Jian Xiuyun’s hand holding the gauze trembled. He looked up at him, asking carefully, “Does it hurt?”
After saying that, he realized that he had just spoken nonsense.
The resentment that had just arisen in his heart subsided a bit after witnessing this horrific injury. Jian Xiuyun couldn’t help but reprimand him, “It’s just a small competition. There is no need to put in so much effort. I wouldn’t have blamed you even if you couldn’t enter the top three. What’s more, you were already in second place, why did you do this to yourself?”
Kan Wenxiao’s voice was dry, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with effort, “Shizun brought me here to participate this year, and they all knew I’m your disciple. I didn’t want to embarrass Shizun.”
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, and the shame he felt just now dissipated.
Silence descended upon them. The atmosphere was very suitable for expressing feelings, but Jian Xiuyun couldn’t utter a word. He coughed dryly and changed the topic.
“Oh, I forgot, I have to disinfect it with alcohol first.”
He said, rummaging through his Qiankun pouch, and while his sleeves swayed, Xue Rongxiang suddenly came out.
“Brother, why are you injured?” Xue Rongxiang asked as it landed on Kan Wenxiao’s left wrist.
But for some reason, Jian Xiuyun could detect a hint of joy in its voice.
“I accidentally got injured during the competition.” Kan Wenxiao said, reaching out and poking its petals.
“You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Xue Rongxiang’s voice was filled with impatience.
The feeling that Xue Rongxiang had no good intentions became stronger in Jian Xiuyun’s heart.
Sure enough, he then heard it ask, “Can I have a sip?”
Jian Xiuyun picked it up and threw it on the table, and asked, “Are you a mosquito?”
Xue Rongxiang shook its head, its tone full of grievance, “No, I’m just hungry. Brother’s blood smells so appetizing.”
Jian Xiuyun glanced at it and ignored it.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t mind. He looked at the blood on his hands and said good-naturedly, “Shizun, since I’ve already lost all this blood, it won’t be a waste to let Xue Rongxiang have a few mouthfuls.”
When Xue Rongxiang heard this, it didn’t wait for Jian Xiuyun’s reply. It happily leapt up on his wrist and rolled around, repeatedly saying, “Thank you, brother, I love you the most, long live my brother.”
Jian Xiuyun looked at its flattering appearance, and laughed, “Flattery flower.”
Xue Rongxiang snorted at him, then went to Kan Wenxiao’s palm and lightly pressed its petals on it. Soon, the blood in that small area absorbed, revealing a small piece of skin.
It was as if it was really drinking it.
After drinking the blood, Xue Rongxiang burped with satisfaction. Whether it was an illusion or not, Jian Xiuyun felt that it seemed to have grown up.
After having had its fill, Xue Rongxiang returned to his sleeves, satisfied.
Jian Xiuyun began to treat Kan Wenxiao’s wounds.
Jian Xiuyun took a bottle of wine and slowly poured it on his wound to disinfect it.
The feeling was not pleasant, and even Kan Wenxiao couldn’t hold back a groan.
Jian Xiuyun’s hands halted immediately.
Observing his expression, he explained, “It’s for disinfection, I’m not deliberately hurting you.”
Kan Wenxiao nodded, the pain in his eyes replaced by tenderness, “I know, Shizun, you go ahead.”
Jian Xiuyun then continued.
The moment Kan Wenxiao’s hand was bandaged, Jian Xiuyun breathed a long sigh of relief. His palms were wet, and he realized that he was actually sweating.
The originally white and pristine fingers were now covered in blood.
Jian Xiuyun hurriedly got up and washed his hands.
When he came back, he noticed that Kan Wenxiao’s face and hands were smeared with dirt and blood, so he took a basin of water and sat down across from him.
Then Kan Wenxiao saw Jian Xiuyun twisting the dripping handkerchief and stretching it out towards him.
The tips of his ears instantly reddened.
“I, I will do it myself.” Kan Wenxiao hastened to say, reaching out to take the handkerchief, but Jian Xiuyun avoided his hands.
“You can’t get your hand wet, so I’ll do it.”
He said, and started wiping his hands for him.
After a few wipes, the blush had extended from Kan Wenxiao’s face to his neck.
Jian Xiuyun was somewhat taken aback and said, “What’s wrong with this? I was injured before and you also took care of me.”
“Yes.” Kan Wenxiao pretended to calmly nod, but a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
Jian Xiuyun smiled and continued to wipe him.
After finishing, Jian Xiuyun asked him to go to bed and rest well, while he took the silver mask and walked out.
Kan Wenxiao said, “Shizun, what are you going to do with the mask?”
Jian Xiuyun paused, turned around and said to him, “I’ll throw it away.”
Kan Wenxiao was even more surprised. “Why??”
Jian Xiuyun’s eyes fell on his face, then quickly averted. His eyes were half lidded, as if he was avoiding something, “Because it’s not needed anymore.”
He paused for a while, then raised his head and looked into his eyes, speaking hesitantly, “Wenxiao, I brought you here this time to tell them that you are my disciple. No matter how you are, you are still Jian Xiuyun’s disciple. A mere disfigured face will not change this fact.”
Kan Wenxiao sat on the bed, his blank eyes overcome by surprise. And then they reddened, like rouge sprinkling into water and gradually spreading.
He clenched his teeth with trembling lips, as if he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.
“Okay.” After a long while, Kan Wenxiao finally managed to squeeze out a response.
Jian Xiuyun felt relieved when he saw that he believed him, and his tone became much more relaxed, “Have a good rest, I will be back soon.”
“Okay.” Kan Wenxiao immediately lay down obediently and closed his eyes.
Only then did Jian Xiuyun leave.
As soon as he stepped out, his hand holding the mask suddenly tightened, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes as he strode.
Ai I don’t what to feel about Shizun’s character. On one hand, I love that he didn’t suddenly become a good person. If I was in his place, I also would be scared and angry at someone who has tortured me before. On the other hand, why can’t he just be a better person and realize that he got tortured before because he treated Kan WenXiao so awfully???
Thanks for the translation! ( ﾉ^.^)ﾉﾟ
I understand what you mean completely! To be honest I still want him to suffer in this timeline for what he previously did to Wenxiao(like making him feel extreme agony about something), but it’s also so interesting to see him slowly change and care for his student. At least this time he didn’t feel joy about seeing Wenxiao getting hurt, but instead he did try to not cause him pain while tending to his wounds or telling him that it was ok to loose. Also in the end he might have been angry for the one who threw the mask purposely! That’s a good sign!
Initially I thought Shizun and I were the same, after all, I’m also a very shallow person who likes beautiful things only (yes, I mean it like i’m as bad as how shizun is). But after this chapter I realized I still have compassion, because I would definitely be amazed/touched after the desperation from the previous chapter and understand that the cause of the injury this time was me ㅠㅠ Thanking shizun for letting me know I’m not as shallow as I thought I was ㅠㅠ
Thank you for the chapter.
Honestly I have to give thumbs up to author. The Shizun here truly feels like real human being. Yes he is shallow. Yes I am not cheering for him. But he feels real.
Thank you for the update.
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Thank you for the update!
Thank you for the chapter.