Jian Xiuyun felt that he must have been asleep for a long time. His throat was parched and hoarse, but it was as if he was trapped in darkness and could not wake up.
He was unaware of how long it took, but his consciousness gradually began to recover, and his senses also became alert. The first thing he felt was something warm and soft touching his lips, moist and very comfortable.
Um?
…Something feels wrong.
Sensing something wrong, Jian Xiuyun tried his best to open his eyes.
He was greeted by the sight of Kan Wenxiao half-bent over, holding a small piece of water-soaked cotton and carefully patting it on his lips.
It had been a long time since the two of them had been in such close proximity, so Jian Xiuyun could see the burned half of his face very clearly.
Jian Xiuyun felt his heart suffocate and almost fainted again.
In order to prevent himself from taking any drastic actions, Jian Xiuyun quickly shut his eyes again.
The whole process took less than a second, making Kan Wenxiao wonder if he had just hallucinated.
“Shizun?” Kan Wenxiao stopped his actions and asked softly, “Are you awake?”
Jian Xiuyun mentally prepared himself, hardening his heart, and then opened his eyes again.
When Kan Wenxiao saw that he was awake, he straightened up with some bashfulness and explained, “Elder An said that you must be dehydrated after being unconscious for so long, but you can’t drink, so I had to help you…moisten up frequently.”
Jian Xiuyun wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was too dry and he could only messily gasp.
When Kan Wenxiao saw this, he stood up and went to pour a cup of tea, warming it with his spiritual power before bringing it over.
“Shizun, you have been in coma for three days. Please drink this first.”
Jian Xiuyun nodded and slowly got up despite the discomfort. Kan Wenxiao saw him struggling to get up, so he put down the teacup and stepped forward to support his back, and helped him sit up.
The place that the two of them touched instantly became stiff.
Kan Wenxiao also noticed it and asked hurriedly, “Shizun, did I hurt you?”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t know what to say and could only shake his head mechanically.
In his previous life, Kan Wenxiao had done nothing good whenever he touched him. He had stiffened out of conditioned reflex.
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Kan Wenxiao wasn’t aware of this. After helping Jian Xiuyun sit up, he thoughtfully handed the teacup to his lips and helped him drink.
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After drinking five cups in a row, the burning thirst was finally suppressed.
Jian Xiuyun instantly felt much more comfortable.
Physiologically satisfied, Jian Xiuyun’s brain finally started functioning.
Only then did he realize that looking at the sky outside, it should be midnight now. Why was Kan Wenxiao still here?
And his attitude had also changed drastically.
He still remembered Kan Wenxiao’s hostility towards him before he fell into coma.
Was it because he saved Kan Wenxiao?
The effect of life-saving grace cannot be underestimated.
After moistening his throat, although he still felt hoarse, Jian Xiuyun could speak much better.
“Have I been unconscious for three days?” Jian Xiuyun asked.
Kan Wenxiao sat on the chair beside the bed and nodded.
Jian Xiuyun turned to look at the sky outside and asked, “What time is it now?”
“It’s the hour of ox”
“It’s so late, why don’t you go back and rest?”
Kan Wenxiao was caught off guard, and lowered his gaze. He avoided his eyes and replied calmly, “I can’t repay the injury that Shizun suffered while saving me, I can only care for you like this.”
Jian Xiuyun smiled gently at him, “I’m awake now, you go back and rest quickly.”
Kan Wenxiao shook his head after hearing this, “Shizun, I’m not sleepy. Your body is really weak right now. In case you need anything, it’s better to have someone by your side.”
Jian Xiuyun, “…”
Actually, he didn’t care whether Kan Wenxiao was tired or not, he just didn’t want to see him right now.
He needed to see more beauty to regain his strength.
If Lin Liaoting or Song Qingru were here, he wouldn’t say anything.
“Okay, then just stay alert.” Jian Xiuyun said, lying down again, planning to sleep for a while longer.
As long as he is out of sight, his mind won’t be bothered. As a result, as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard Kan Wenxiao call him in a low voice, “Shizun.”Jian Xiuyun replied, “Mn?”
However, Kan Wenxiao descended into silence.
Are you asking him to play?
Kan Wenxiao didn’t speak anymore, and Jian Xiuyun naturally didn’t utter a word either, closing his eyes and meditating.
The room was quiet for a while, save for the beating of their hearts, and the dripping of the candle wax from time to time.
Just when Jian Xiuyun was drifting into sleep, Kan Wenxiao finally asked the question with difficulty, “Shizun, why did you save me? I always thought…you hate me.”
All drowsiness washed off him when he heard this question, but he kept his eyes shut.
He pondered carefully how to answer this question.
After a while, Jian Xiuyun sighed and opened his eyes.
He turned to look at Kan Wenxiao and asked, “So you always thought so?”
Kan Wenxiao pursed his lips tightly and stared at him, as if trying to spot even a slight trace of deceit in his eyes. “Isn’t that so?”
Jian Xiuyun locked his gaze with him and carefully enunciated, “No.”
There was only one candle lit in the room, and the light it gave off was dim. Kan Wenxiao’s body was half shrouded in darkness. It was hard to see his expression clearly.
Jian Xiuyun put on a loving face and asked, “If I really hated you, how could I have saved you and brought you back in the first place?”
“You were born in Fusang, and these two words are a part of you. You had lost too much blood, and were severely injured. I didn’t teach you anything at first for I feared that once you had the ability, you would hasten to take revenge, and then you’d have too many enemies, how could you fully avenge them all? Your life would’ve been wasted away. Later, I found that you had achieved your current level of cultivation all by yourself, I couldn’t help but be awed, and I also wanted to see how far you could go on your own.”
Jian Xiuyun spoke too much, and felt tired. He picked up the teacup near him and took a sip, then continued, “When heaven is about to entrust one with a great responsibility, it first strains his mind, his muscles and bones, starves his body and skin, and obstructs his actions. Only in this way can we harden our heart and forbearance and gain what we couldn’t. My intention was to let you toughen up; I was not neglecting you.”
As Jian Xiuyun finished speaking, he looked at Kan Wenxiao with a satisfied expression. A proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, “You did not disappoint Shizun.”
After some sublimation, Jian Xiuyun ended his speech-like lecture and waited for Kan Wenxiao’s reaction.
Although he remained calm on the surface, he felt extremely guilty in his heart, and was nervous about whether Kan Wenxiao would believe it or not.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t speak or look at him for a long time.
His head was lowered, hence Jian Xiuyun couldn’t see his expression and couldn’t figure out his thoughts, but for some reason, he felt a sense of grievance coming from the man in front of him.
Just like ten years ago.
At the Immortal Sword Conference, he competed the entire day and was exhausted, but the little boy kept following him and calling him tirelessly.
Jian Xiuyun felt irritated, turned around and scolded him, “Scram!”
He still remembered how the child stopped walking towards him immediately, staring at him, his big round eyes filled with surprise and tears that looked like they would flow out at the slightest touch. His body began to tremble slightly, and the smile on his face also fell, as if the mask on his face was being torn off bit by bit.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t follow him nor call him again. He just stood there blankly, like an abandoned puppy, full of grievances.
Now that sense of grievance appeared again, and it seemed to be triggered by him.
For the first time in so many years, Jian Xiuyun felt a little shameful.
He didn’t know whether it was because he was simply born as a villain, but he just couldn’t bring himself to like Kan Wenxiao, and he didn’t want to pretend to like him anymore or deceive him. It was unfair to both of them.
So for a moment, Jian Xiuyun wanted to confess and spill everything, find a good master who would love him and teach him well, and the two would never meet again. He had bullied him in his previous life, but Kan Wenxiao later took his revenge, so it was considered even. They didn’t owe each other anything anymore, and all the grudges were washed off.
The longer Kan Wenxiao remained quiet, the stronger this urge became. After all, he himself couldn’t find any sense of sincerity or honesty from his words, let alone Kan Wenxiao. He should just confess.
Having made up his mind, Jian Xiuyun spoke.
“Actually….”
Thank you for the chapter!
… I can feels the 2nd hand embarrassment from here…
To be honest, jian xiuyun feeling guilty about what he did to Wenxiao and wanting to confess in order to part ways and at least giving Wenxiao a good future is a tiny improvement in his character…I hope that he will regret more of his actions in the future, atone for them and genuinely start treating well. I don’t want this to become an extremely toxic relationship 😭
yk, I just thought about this.
considering that MC just doesn’t like his disciple’s face, can’t he just ask him to wear a mask?
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Thank you for your work!