Jian Xiuyun was startled and almost yelped in surprise.
When he looked up, he noticed Kan Wenxiao had woken up at some point and was gazing at him quietly with a smile dancing in his eyes.
Jian Xiuyun was still nestled in Kan Wenxiao’s arms. The proximity between them allowed Jian Xiuyun such a close-up view that he could even count the eyelashes on his eyes.
However, Kan Wenxiao didn’t seem to feel anything was wrong and still didn’t let go.
Jian Xiuyun had no choice but to move away a little on his own initiative, and lowered his voice, “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
When Kan Wenxiao heard this, he casually set up a barrier around the two of them, and asked, “Shizun, is there something on your mind?”
Jian Xiuyun looked at him with a complicated expression, thinking, there certainly wasn’t anything in the first place, but now that you are back, of course there is.
But he just brushed it off, “Who doesn’t have a few worries?”
Kan Wenxiao didn’t seem to notice his perfunctory manner. He put his head on Jian Xiuyun’s shoulder and said softly, “Shizun, you can tell me, maybe I can be of help to you.”
Jian Xiuyun, “…”
Why are you so close all of a sudden? Even five years ago, neither of us had experienced this.
Jian Xiuyun clenched his hands, resisted the urge to push away his head, and said, “It’s a bit hot, move over.”
As he said so, his hand was held by someone, and then waves of cool spiritual energy rushed in his body.
“There is no space.” Kan Wenxiao replied, neglecting the half-foot gap between him and Lin Liaoting.
“Are you still hot?” Kan Wenxiao asked.
Jian Xiuyun felt suffocated and decided to find an inn the next time no matter how late it was.
It was really too crowded for four people to sleep together.
Jian Xiuyun took back his hand and replied bashfully, “It’s not hot anymore. It’s getting late, sleep quickly, we have to get up early tomorrow.”
Saying that, without waiting for Kan Wenxiao’s reply, he closed his eyes.
Jian Xiuyun seemed to have heard a chuckle, but he wasn’t sure.
After a while, hot breath sprayed against his ears, itching, and a deep voice drifted over, “Shizun, sweet dreams.”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t respond and pretended to be asleep.
But his heart was already in chaos.
After their reunion, Kan Wenxiao’s attitude towards him was really strange.
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It ignited a hint of panic in him.
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But Jian Xiuyun still felt unsure. In his previous life, he ignored him and treated him coldly, and in this life, there were five years of absence between them.
He really couldn’t be sure whether Kan Wenxiao could completely let go of the pain caused by all those years of mistreatment with just a moment of falsehood.
Although Kan Wenxiao now seemed to have a fairly deep master-disciple relationship with him.
But in his previous life, Kan Wenxiao’s indifference and resistance only lasted in his childhood. When he grew up, he learned to endure everything.
Even having a smile on his face.
On Jian Xiuyun’s birthday, gifts would be prepared.
At that time, he appeared to be an unkind teacher but Kan Wenxiao was a filial disciple.
Yu Shaozhi even carefully told him not to be too harsh on Kan Wenxiao.
Even though he lived two lifetimes, he still felt he couldn’t quite understand Kan Wenxiao.
What’s more, he was taught such a cruel lesson in his previous life.
Why?
Jian Xiuyun let out a long sigh in his heart.
Sure enough, a moment of weakness back then was the root of all evil.
If there would be another life, he would not accept any disciples.
He had been too tense in the Ancient Stone City the past days. Now that he had relaxed, the exhaustion crept up on him and weighed down on his body, and Jian Xiuyun’s consciousness gradually blurred.
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“What are you going to do now?” Jian Xiuyun’s hair was disheveled and his voice was hoarse. The white clothes on his body had long since lost their color and became dirty. Heavy iron chains hung on his hands and feet, making a harsh rattling sound as they were dragged on the ground.
The person in front of him didn’t answer, but just held his wrist and kept walking forward.
The man’s steps were strong and vigorous, but Jian Xiuyun was injured and had trouble keeping up.
The man never stopped.
Jian Xiuyun was dragged in an extremely humiliating state.
After an unknown amount of time, the man’s steps finally halted. He opened the door in front of him, and pushed him in.
Jian Xiuyun was thrown to the ground, plunged in darkness. The only patch of light was coming from the doorway where the man stood.
Jian Xiuyun finally saw his face clearly. It was Kan Wenxiao. He was looking at him from above. A shadow fell on his cheeks, dividing it into two. One half was as handsome as an immortal, and the other half was as sinister as a devil.
“I recently found a new game I’d like to play, and I want to try it with Shizun.” He smiled.
Jian Xiuyun shuddered looking at his smile.
“Am I the only one locked up in your dungeon? You keep trying everything on me.” Jian Xiuyun said, holding on to his fear.
The smile on Kan Wenxiao’s face faded, and with a cold voice he said, “Of course not, but who pleases me the most is Shizun.” As he said that, the door slowly closed.
The light in front of him disappeared little by little.
Jian Xiuyun was locked in darkness.
There was nothing in the huge room, just four walls and a teapot of water.
At first he didn’t realize what Kan Wenxiao meant.
But he realized later.
No track of time, no people, no light, no food, nothing. He was the only one there.
He didn’t know how long he had been imprisoned, but whenever he opened his eyes, he was greeted by excruciating silence and devastating darkness.
Jian Xiuyun was almost driven insane.
At that time, he even felt that as long as he could go out, he would do whatever Kan Wenxiao asked him to do.
Kan Wenxiao had tortured him for so long.
He cried out in pain and shed blood, but this was the first time he shed tears.
He lay on the ground, filled with despair.
He felt like death would be a relief.
Extreme pain was followed by numbness. Jian Xiuyun struggled to get up, found the teapot, smashed it, and then cut his own neck with the largest shard.
Blood spurted out, and pain hit him instantly, overwhelming him.
But he breathed a sigh of relief and felt unexpectedly relaxed.
Relief, he thought.
But when he opened his eyes again, it was still the same dungeon.
His wounds had been bandaged.
Kan Wenxiao’s furious voice came from beside him, “You want to die, but did I agree?”
Jian Xiuyun felt that something was completely broken in his heart.
His eyes were empty, and he stared at Kan Wenxiao for a long time. Then, he suddenly held his head and screamed.
“AHHHHHH!”
Jian Xiuyun sat up suddenly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
“Shizun?”
Jian Xiuyun raised his head at the voice and saw Kan Wenxiao sitting next to him with a bowl of porridge.
Jian Xiuyun’s pupils dilated instantly, and he raised his hand to hastily push him away. However, instead of Kan Wenxiao, he knocked over the bowl in his hands, and all the steaming-hot porridge fell on him.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t seem to care. Instead, he came closer and asked worriedly, “Shizun, what’s wrong?”
Jian Xiuyun stared at him blankly, with moist eyes filled with endless fear and despair. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his face. The lingering fear in his heart had not yet been eliminated. His slender fingers tightly grasped the quilt on him, hoping to calm his raging emotions.
It had been a long time since he last dreamt about his previous life.
The comfortable days had been so blissful that he forgot how miserable he had been in the past.
The cramped dungeon, the painful punishments, the sudden recall left him breathless and panting.
Jian Xiuyun thought of Kan Wenxiao’s wishes, “Sweet dreams” before going to bed. His mouth sure was enlightened.
“Shizun?” Kan Wenxiao called out carefully, looking at him with a nervous look.
Jian Xiuyun forced a smile and evaded the topic, “It’s alright, I had a nightmare.”
After saying that, he turned around and realized he was the only one left on the bed.
“Everyone is up? What time is it?” Jian Xiuyun abruptly changed the subject.
“Shizun.” Kan Wenxiao’s tone suddenly became serious.
He faced Jian Xiuyun, asked him to look at him, and said slowly, “This is not the first time I see you having nightmares. Every time you wake up, you become so resistant towards me.”
At this point, Kan Wenxiao’s voice had become harsh, “Your nightmare, is it me?”
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Cliffhanger! Argh!
Thank you for the update!
sigh I really don’t understand how these two can get together. There must be so much ptsd from being tortured.