Romans PaiPai

Chapitre 78

A wisp of dawn gradually rose to the surface, like a fish turning its belly up in the water. The sky slowly brightened, and the rosy dawn was incredibly beautiful, enveloping the entire mountain in its glow. You could see the peach blossoms, blooming like clouds and mist.

The morning bell rang in the temple, and the monk on duty descended the stone steps.

He was a little surprised that pilgrims had come up the mountain so quickly, but as he got closer, he quickly recognized her as the young lady from Suoding City who had visited before. He put his palms together in a gesture of respect and asked, "Young lady, are you here to see the abbot?"

"No." For no apparent reason, Baili Wushuang felt a little uncomfortable in her voice. "I have something else to do."

If the monk continued to ask questions, she would really blush.

She was torn between two conflicting emotions: she wanted to share this happiness and joy with more people, yet at the same time, she wanted to possess it all to herself. This feeling was meant to be enjoyed by her alone, because today she was a once-in-a-lifetime bride.

This secret is so full of information that it seems it could spill out at any moment if someone were around.

She became the most ordinary woman in the world, a little shy and timid.

She followed the path she took to find him last year, and the peach blossoms seemed to be blooming even more beautifully than before. A clean, refreshing fragrance filled the air, the scent of countless peach blossoms breathing in the morning light.

On this day last year, he leaned against a tree and drank tea.

She used to think that person was so annoying, but now she's smiling at that tree.

It turns out that many things in life are like ripples left by a passing boat; their beauty can only be seen when you look back.

The afterglow faded quickly, and the sunlight shone softly down. The winter sun was precious and warm, shining through the shadows of the flowers onto her body. Her skin felt tingly and numb from its rays, and she was somewhat surprised that her body had suddenly become so sensitive to temperature.

Chapter 153

She drew the Snowfall Sword and used its clear, smooth blade as a mirror to look at her face.

Suddenly, I froze.

The face in the mirror suddenly seemed a little unfamiliar.

Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth seemed to be the same as before, but something just felt off. When her gaze settled on the space between her eyebrows, she suddenly realized it.

—The red glow disappeared.

Just like before she possessed the invisible sword energy, her forehead was completely smooth.

Unable to express her joy or sorrow, she realized something. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she flicked her finger in mid-air at a peach blossom in front of her.

The peach blossoms swayed twice, but that was because of the wind, not because of her own strength.

That magical power appeared without a trace, and now it's gone without a trace.

Last night, when she opened the furnace, she used it to suppress the raging fire inside, but today she can't even move a single peach blossom.

Baili Wushuang sat frozen in place, her left hand still in the snapping motion. If Yang Luoxue were to take her pulse now, would she still be able to detect two heartbeats within her body?

She suddenly descended the mountain, rode her horse to the small town at the foot of the mountain, found a cosmetics shop, and bought a box of vermilion rouge. Not knowing how to use it herself, she asked the shopkeeper for help.

The shopkeeper, a woman around forty, took an extremely fine brush, dipped the tip in a speck of cinnabar, and drew it on Baili Wushuang's brow, saying, "Young lady, you have good taste. This is called 'cinnabar makeup.' I've heard there's a very powerful female knight-errant in the martial arts world who was born with a red mark in this spot. That's the origin of 'cinnabar makeup.'"

Baili Wushuang looked in the mirror and said, "Lower it a little, to the center of your eyebrows."

"They're all painted on."

"I said lower it." There was a hint of coldness in his voice.

The proprietress was taken aback; she had never heard of any young woman whose voice possessed such a powerful, metallic quality.

Finally, she finished applying the makeup. It was the first time she had used rouge. The rouge had a faint fragrance, a subtle sweetness within the scent. She had lost the power she was so proud of, but she wasn't sad. On a day like this, any kind of loss could be overshadowed.

Cover it up with rouge, cover it up with happiness.

The sun was already high in the sky, and the wind whistled as she ran. Her chest was full. Life may have its regrets, but she was about to get what she wanted most.

That's good.

She heard voices coming from the peach grove, and her heart skipped a beat. As she approached, she realized it was pilgrims from the temple coming to admire the flowers.

As the sun gradually slanted westward, the pilgrims slowly dispersed. The evening glow painted half the sky red, and she stood at the very edge of the peach grove, able to see the stone steps leading up the mountain in the distance.

The sunset he loved to watch was still just as beautiful.

The most moving moment is when the sunset fades away, like smoke and clouds, fleeting in an instant, the sky turning a deep blue, and then gradually darkening.

The twilight they had agreed upon had completely passed.

However, the person did not come.

The wind is cold.

She had never known the winter wind could be so cold. She was only wearing two layers of clothing, which would normally be enough for a winter, but this winter was exceptionally cold.

Why didn't you come?

In the cold wind, she heard her own voice from last year.

"If you meet another beautiful woman within this year, you don't need to inform me. If I don't see her on the mountain, I will understand naturally."

Chapter 154

The young lady was out all day. She went last night and returned tonight, but she was sick when she came back.

The young lady hasn't been sick for a very long time. There's an old saying we all know: the less often a person gets sick, the more likely they are to have a serious illness when they do.

The young lady was terribly ill. Her condition was so severe that the doctors were helpless; she remained in a coma, her body burning hot. Jin Ge said he was going to fetch Yang Luoxue. The moment those three words left his lips, the young lady abruptly opened her eyes, "You're not allowed to go!"