Chapter 57
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Ye Yunlan rubbed his head helplessly and said softly, "Tell me, what's wrong?"
He coaxed and coaxed, and Shen Shu finally looked up.
Then he was startled to see that the youth's eyes were red.
"Is the relapse of Shizun's injury related to me?" Shen Shu asked him.
Ye Yunlan was silent for a moment and said, "My injury hasn't healed completely. It's not your fault."
"Shizun is lying to me again," Shen Shu said.
The steam in the wooden barrel rose, and the youth's eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy mist. Seeing that he didn't answer, the expression on his face dimmed slightly.
"I said, I will find the best medicine in the world for Shizun to heal your injury," he whispered. "I will do it."
"So, the next time Shizun's injury relapses, can you not hide it from me?"
These years, Ye Yunlan had been walking alone in the world and had long been used to shouldering everything by himself.
At this moment, listening to the youth's serious words, he was suddenly at a loss.
As he didn't answer for a long time, the youth stared at him without blinking.
The rising steam condensed into water droplets on the youth's eyelashes and dripped down along his pale cheeks.
In the end, his heart softened.
Ye Yunlan reached out and wiped the moisture on the youth's face with his fingertips and agreed.
"Okay."
— —
Time flew.
It was winter.
It was snowing on Mount Qing Yun.
Ye Yunlan sat in front of the desk, reading the book in his hand with rapt attention.
He was wrapped in a fluffy fox fur coat, and his long black hair fell behind him, revealing a snow-white face in the fluffy fur.
There was incense burning in the stove in the room, and there were several red plum blossoms in a vase in the corner.
The window was wide open, and he could see the outside world wrapped in silver. However, no wind or snow poured into the room, and a layer of transparent ripples could be vaguely seen.
— — Someone had set up a barrier on the window that could block the wind and snow.
The room was quiet and peaceful.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard.
The door of the study was pushed open, and a youth in black walked in, holding a celadon bowl in his hand.
"Shizun."
Ye Yunlan looked up and said, "Why are you back so early today?"
The young man said, "It's cold in the mountains. I was worried about your health, so I came back earlier."
He was dressed in black, and his hair was tied up in a ponytail. His face was handsome and sharp, and one could vaguely see the immaturity of his youth.
However, the gloominess and viciousness from back then seemed to have disappeared with the passage of time.
Right now, he looked no different from any disciple of the Immortal Path who had been properly nurtured from a young age. In fact, he was even more outstanding.
Ye Yunlan looked at Shen Shu and sighed with emotion.
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