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Chapitre 14

The man in purple grabbed her raised hand and said with a smile, "I'm one of his men. Do you think it's any of my business?"

Pang Wan was stunned, never expecting that the man in purple was actually one of Gu Xiju's people.

Just as he was about to speak again, he saw that the person below had already looked in their direction from the sound. The man in purple immediately shouted and grabbed Pang Wan's hand, floating downstairs.

His lightness skill was quite good; he only needed three leaps to complete the distance that Pang Wan usually needed six. Looking at his handsome profile in the night wind, Pang Wan finally realized—"You are Bai Xiaosheng?"

Known as the all-knowing scholar of the martial arts world and the strategist of Gu Xiju, he is not skilled in martial arts, but his mastery of lightness skills is exceptional.

The man in purple gasped and looked at her, a thousand lights flashing in his eyes, but in the end he only twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

It's the default setting.

Many, many years later (you can rest assured, the female lead won't suddenly die once this line appears), Pang Wan would sigh with emotion whenever she thought of this moment—those two hands tightly clasped together, the clothes fluttering in the night wind, and the man's gentle smile like moonlight. Everything seemed like a perfect Mary Sue dream, full marks, plus bonus points!

Pang Wan and Bai Xiaosheng became friends.

As the saying goes, one relies on parents at home and friends when out in the world. For Pang Wan, befriending a well-informed person like Bai Xiaosheng was definitely more beneficial than harmful. She dared not lie to Bai Xiaosheng about having an affair with Gu Xiju. She only said that her name was Wanwan, that she came from a small town in southern Xinjiang, and that she had admired the leader of the martial arts alliance for many years. She said that she couldn't help herself that day and went to the rooftop to spy on him.

To prove that she truly loved Gu Xi Ju, she even showed off her masterpiece, "Big hand holding little hand, walking under the peach blossom tree," to Bai Xiaosheng.

"See that? See that?" She pointed to the signature, her voice ringing out, "Gu! Lang! Yu! Wo!"

Bai Xiaosheng stared at the painting for a while, then rubbed some ink in his hand and sniffed it.

"This seems to have been written about a month ago." He turned to look at Pang Wan, somewhat surprised. "It hasn't been that long, has it?"

Pang Wan waved her hand dismissively, as if to say, "You don't really understand me." She replied, "I write one piece every month; the ones I wrote before are all at home."

Bai Xiaosheng simply said "oh" and didn't say anything more.

As a wise strategist, he was very understanding and knew what to ask and what not to ask.

Pang Wan often asked him about Fairy Sang Chan, such as, "What does Sang Chan look like?"

Even someone as knowledgeable as Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "The beauty of this fairy is unparalleled in the world."

Pang Wan was very frustrated, so she began to practice the posture of Sang Chan in front of the mirror again, trying to figure out that touch of the otherworldly air of "rising from the mud unsullied and being cleansed by the clear ripples without being seductive".

She believes that hard work always pays off.

I just didn't expect the reward to come so quickly.

That day, Pang Wan was waiting for lunch at a restaurant when she suddenly noticed that the beautiful spring scenery by the window was being blocked. She looked up and saw a young man in gray standing in front of her.

"What brings you here, sir?" She noticed that the man's face was flushed and he seemed nervous, which puzzled her.

The man glanced at her furtively, then suddenly lowered his eyelids as if he'd been electrocuted.

Pang Wan was confused. She raised her neck, widened her eyes, and exclaimed "Eh!" at him.

The man blushed instantly, his face turning bright red all the way to the tips of his ears.

"Auntie, young lady, you are so beautiful and graceful, I, a mere child, have fallen in love with you at first sight..." He stammered out these words.

For seven days now, he had been observing this girl. Every day around noon, she would sit in the same spot. He sold paintings at his stall downstairs, and whenever he looked up, he could see her smiling sweetly, and whenever he listened, he could hear her melodious voice—"Waiter, a bowl of hot and sour noodles, please!"

Having lived for twenty-two years, this was the first time he had met such a beautiful girl, so he mustered up his courage to confess his feelings today, even if she thought he was a lecher and beat him up...

But then he heard a "clatter" from the other side. He looked up and saw a pair of chopsticks fall from the hands of his beloved.

"You like me?" Pang Wan stared blankly at the young man in gray.

"I, a humble student, have always admired you so much..." The young man in gray hadn't expected his beloved to be so direct, and feeling both shy and embarrassed, he could only choose a relatively elegant word.

"You like me? You like me?" Pang Wan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly covered her face with her hands. "You like me?"

How long has it been? How long has it been since she heard someone say they liked her? Arriving in this magical place and suffering all sorts of setbacks, she had almost forgotten her heroic deeds of once dominating the Mary Sue continent.

"Does the young lady think I am unworthy?" The gray-clad youth hadn't expected her to be so angry that her eyes were glistening with tears. He inwardly cursed himself for being so abrupt with the beauty.

Pang Wan lowered her hands, revealing a flushed face that was blushing with happiness.

“No,” she said to him tenderly, “I am very grateful to you.”

She was grateful to this impetuous young man, who gave her the confidence and motivation to continue living here.

"If the young lady is willing..." The gray-clad youth was overjoyed.

To everyone's surprise, Pang Wan slowly shook her head, her expression firm: "I'm sorry, I have already promised myself to my husband, and I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you."

She had already pledged herself to various unknown top-tier handsome men in her heart.

The young man in gray collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way beneath him.

This scene greatly satisfied Pang Wan's vanity, so she took out a small silver orchid from her sleeve and gently placed it in the gray-clad youth's palm.

"There's nothing wrong with loving someone, but unfortunately, someone like me always makes you make the same mistake over and over again. Sigh."

She recited the Mary Sue lines that had been forgotten for a long time, then gracefully walked away.

Chapter Four

A bad omen for seeking love

For the first time, Pang Wan felt that imitating Sang Chan could really bring her good luck in finding a romantic partner.

So he put away all the colored clothes, leaving only the white shirt and white skirt (although washing them was a pain), and hid all the hair ornaments and beads, leaving only a few blue hair ribbons (although the wind always blew them into his mouth).