Frühlingsreise - Kapitel 63
Yang Luoxue laughed, "So, can you handle it?"
"Barely," Baili Wushuang said, then suddenly couldn't help but smile. "At least I'm more used to it than others."
This was the first time he had ever seen her smile. Her smile was like sunlight reflecting off snow, the radiance so dazzling it was blinding. For a moment, he held his breath, then suddenly dared not look any longer and turned his head away.
However, she didn't have time that day, and Yang Luoxue wasn't in a hurry. She waited until today and followed Baili Wushuang out of the inner city gate.
Baili Wushuang's red dress and high bun were like a living advertisement; even those who had never seen the young lady had heard of her appearance. Moreover, the red glow between her brows was unique to her. Therefore, whenever she appeared on the street, people seemed to forget about doing business and rushed to pay their respects. They also speculated about the person walking beside her.
Yes, who else in this world can walk side by side with the young lady?
The outer city was filled with shops, and among those shops were weapon shops, and among those weapon shops were swords. Suddenly, a shop owner knelt before Baili Wushuang, holding a sword, and said, "Young Miss, this is the sword I am most satisfied with. Please give me your guidance."
The young lady's guidance was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Those around suddenly understood, and everyone drew their most prized swords. The two were quickly surrounded by layers of people. Although it was only early spring, being surrounded by so many people made them feel unbearably hot. Suddenly, Yang Luoxue tossed back the sword Baili Wushuang had just received, grabbed her wrist, and with a burst of energy, leaped over the heads of the crowd, her feet barely touching the ground, turning into an alley. Only after confirming that no one could follow did she stop.
"I didn't realize you had such good lightness skills."
"I learned this from Tang Congrong." Yang Luoxue rarely used his lightness skill, and his body was weak at the moment. The run had made his face flushed. He looked at her while panting, "Do you know where the cloth shop is?"
"have no idea."
"Where's the tailor shop?"
"have no idea."
"You call yourself a woman?" Yang Luoxue said irritably. "Wait for me here, don't go anywhere." With that, he turned and darted away.
"Hey—" Baili Wushuang wanted to call out to him, but it was too late. The white-robed man in blue robes flashed at the corner of the alley and disappeared.
What is he going to do?
Chapter 120
Not long after, Yang Luoxue returned, carrying a bundle. Looking around, she noticed a door covered in rust, clearly unused for a long time. She climbed inside and beckoned to Baili Wushuang, who had no choice but to follow her in.
Yang Luoxue handed her the bundle, saying, "Here, change into these."
"What's this?"
"clothing."
Why are you changing clothes?
“You’ve always worn red clothes your whole life. Everyone can tell it’s you just by looking at you. You’re always followed by a bunch of people wherever you go. Do you think that’s fun?” Yang Luoxue said. “Go change now.” Without saying another word, she pushed her into a room and closed the door.
The room was fully furnished with a bed, chairs, and a table, but everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, exuding the dust and the scent of time that only comes from long periods of neglect. Sunlight streamed softly through the broken window frames, casting shadows on the floor, with fine dust motes dancing in the beams of light.
Very, very quiet.
Inside the bundle was a set of white clothes; she changed into them and realized they were men's clothing. A dusty mirror reflected a blurry white figure; she wiped away the dust and saw herself.
She rarely looked in the mirror, and when she did, she only checked her clothes to make sure they were presentable; she had never really examined her face closely. But in this quiet room, where only the sound of dust motes dancing in the sunlight could be heard, she suddenly wanted to take a good look at herself.
Have your eyebrows always been like this? So long they seem to sweep into your sideburns. Has your nose always been like this? Straight as a man's. Have your eyes always been like this?
I've never really looked at it properly; it's like seeing someone else's face.
Was it because of the different clothes? She always wore red because the color reminded her of the flames in a sword furnace. Now, suddenly wearing white, it felt incredibly strange. For some reason, she suddenly felt that the person in the mirror wasn't herself, but someone else entirely.
Yang Luoxue, already outside, asked, "Is it ready?"
The sound made Baili Wushuang's heart skip a beat, and she felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. She took a breath, calmed herself, and opened the door.
In that instant, Yang Luoxue suddenly noticed that she was different. Her gaze was not as sharp as usual. She only met his gaze briefly before looking away, her eyelashes drooping.
Her face was expressionless, but when she lowered her eyes, she exuded boundless shyness.
It must be an illusion.
Baili Wushuang, as icy and graceful as snow, could never be associated with the word "shy".
But the heart doesn't accept the brain's explanation. Yang Luoxue felt a gentle hand brush against the tip of his heart, a slight itch and tingling sensation. He looked her up and down, then suddenly stepped closer and reached out to remove her hairpin.
His high-tied bun trembled, and his beautiful hair spread out like clouds before his eyes. A faint fragrance, along with the dispersing mist, filled the air. The fragrance seemed to have a tangible quality, gently wafting towards his face, enveloping him.
With her hair down, her face suddenly looked incredibly small, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes. She covered her hair, asking, "What are you doing?"
Even Yang Luoxue was flustered. Holding the hairpin, his tongue suddenly became a little disobedient: "Wearing men's clothes and tying my hair up isn't very appropriate, is it?"
Even so, if others see the space between my eyebrows, they can guess who I am.
Chapter 121
“That’s easy.” Yang Luoxue tore a half-foot-wide strip of cloth from her sleeve, covered the red glowing thread, ran it through her hair, tied it in a knot at the back of her head, and smiled, “Look, you can’t tell anymore.”
The two of them left the courtyard like that.
The two were about the same height, and walking together, they resembled two jade trees. The difference was that one was dressed in white with a blue robe, while the other was dressed in white with a blue belt.
It's strange, though. When Baili Wushuang wore women's clothing, Yang Luoxue felt that neither her temperament nor her figure resembled a woman. But when she wore men's clothing, just from the changes in the folds of her clothes as she walked, one could discover the unique delicacy and gentleness of a woman. The waist of the clothes was very wide, looking loose, which made her waist appear particularly small. Although she was tall, she was very slender.
The people on the street stopped crowding around, but their eyes kept glancing in their direction. Even a blind person could tell that one of the two was a woman. A woman dressed as a man—it sounded like something out of a play.
These two were already figures who attracted attention wherever they went, so they didn't mind the stares. It was just that Baili Wushuang felt uncomfortable with her outfit and her unkempt hair.
Sure enough, no one recognized her, and she didn't recognize herself either.
Was it this dress that changed her, or was it the lovely spring weather? Walking along the street, with the spring breeze blowing on her face and body, she felt something within her being quietly awakened.