[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 126

Chapter 126: A Gentle Voice

The night was deep and the dew heavy. Han Yan shivered from the cold. The daze and confusion in her heart were heavier than the night.

She didn’t remember how long she had walked, nor did she know where to go. The alley was deep. A few lanterns swayed gently with the wind under the eaves. The mottled black shadows reflected on the ground seemed to mock her loss. She was the Eldest Senior Sister of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect, strictly observing the rules and upholding the righteous path. But what was she doing now?

“What exactly am I doing?” Han Yan muttered to herself, her voice dissipating without a trace in the night wind. She should hate that demoness Diwu Miaofu. It was she who took everything from her, she who put her in such a dilemma, and even made her most respected Sect Leader Master disappointed in her. She said she would come to bear the thorns and ask for punishment, but what face did she have to see the Sect Leader Master again?

The bluestone road under her feet was a bit slippery. Han Yan came to a dark alley. There was a solitary old elm tree at the entrance of the alley. She stopped, staring blankly up at the tree. A thought suddenly occurred to her: The Sect Leader Master once said she picked me up under an old elm tree. At that time, I hadn’t learned to speak yet. Seeing a strange woman, I could only babble. My two black eyes were as round and bright as grapes. The Sect Leader Master’s heart softened upon seeing me, and she brought me back to Cloud Appreciation Mountain to raise.

The Sect Leader Master was like a mother to her, yet she made the Sect Leader Master sad.

Han Yan’s vision gradually blurred. Tears welled up in her eyes silently. She blinked hard, and tears rolled down her cheeks. As the wind blew, the tears cooled rapidly on her face, piercingly cold.

“Master… sorry…” Han Yan choked with sobs, her knees slightly bent, as if wanting to kneel before this old elm tree and beg the woman who picked up the baby in front of the elm tree to forgive her rebellious behavior. But she didn’t kneel in the end, letting the wind blow tears all over her face.

Breathing slightly rapidly, she cried silently for a while. Sensing someone approaching with her internal energy, she suddenly drew the Zither Sword at her waist, turned around and raised it forward. Seeing the person who came, she was stunned. “It’s you?”

Saintess Xue Yue, who had changed into a new bamboo hat and veil, stood quietly one zhang away from her. Holding a handkerchief in her hand, she lifted her finger slightly, and the handkerchief flew fiercely forward. But the internal force was extremely gentle. After catching it steadily, Han Yan whispered, “Thank you… Why hasn’t Saintess Xue Yue rested yet?”

Saintess Xue Yue still didn’t speak. Han Yan even thought somewhat meanly in her heart: Could this Saintess be mute, or have an unpleasant voice, so she is unwilling to speak?

Saintess Xue Yue took a step forward. Han Yan acted as if facing a formidable enemy, saying, “Saintess Xue Yue, I’m going back to rest. Please do as you wish!”

Saintess Xue Yue paused slightly, then arrived in front of her instantly. Her cold fingers tightly clasped Han Yan’s wrist. Han Yan was greatly shocked. Just as she was about to struggle, she felt internal force circulating in the Saintess’s palm pressed against her wrist. As long as she expelled this internal force, the bones of her wrist would be shattered!

“Saintess Xue Yue, you…” Before Han Yan finished speaking, a softness covered her face.

Saintess Xue Yue gently wiped away the tears on her face with her fingertips. Han Yan couldn’t see what her expression was like—she didn’t even know what the Saintess looked like now. She was stunned, opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to ask.

Why is this Saintess so considerate to me?

Han Yan couldn’t think of an answer, and naturally didn’t want to think too much, so she softened her expression and said, “Thank you, Saintess Xue Yue, for taking care of me. I really have to go back now.”

“…” Saintess Xue Yue was silent. Suddenly, she lifted her arm, and with the other hand, rolled up her sleeve, revealing smooth and creamy skin, even whiter under the moonlight.

“Saintess!!” Han Yan was horrified in her heart and subconsciously pulled out her hand. But Saintess Xue Yue’s strength was so great that she couldn’t break free. Thinking that Saintess Xue Yue held back during the day and didn’t let her get seriously injured, she couldn’t quite figure out what the Saintess was thinking. She had to lower her voice and threaten, “Saintess’s neck injury hasn’t healed yet, right? Do you still want to be slashed by me again?”

Saintess Xue Yue let down her sleeve. Although silent, Han Yan knew that the eyes behind her mask were scrutinizing her face. She truly didn’t understand the meaning. Just as she was thinking about how to persuade the Saintess to let her go, a voice as gentle as water suddenly rang out from behind the veil: “Your voice sounds very nice.”

Han Yan was stunned, unable to believe that the voice just now came from the Saintess’s mouth!

She threatened the other party in a low voice, but the first sentence the other party said was to praise her voice. Her mind trembled, and she stammered, “I… why does the Saintess want to…”

“Were you bullied by that little beggar?” Saintess Xue Yue asked gently. “It’s unsafe to be alone outside.”

Han Yan hesitated. “I… it’s not what the Saintess thinks.”

But the other party didn’t believe it. Instead, she took out a new handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her tears carefully. That careful tenderness truly caught Han Yan off guard. She stared blankly at the ghost mask behind the veil, thinking: If only I could see the face behind this mask.

Saintess Xue Yue wiped away all the tears on her face and whispered, “Did Sect Leader Qing Lan bully you?”

At the mention of the Sect Leader Master, Han Yan’s tears flowed again. Although she was usually distant and cold to outsiders and didn’t like to talk much, she was strong on the outside but extremely soft on the inside. The Sect Leader Master also often sighed, saying she was soft-hearted and easily manipulated because she couldn’t be ruthless. The Sect Leader Master treated her like her own daughter. Even if she had a biological daughter, she probably wouldn’t be treated as well as the beloved disciple. Han Yan knew this herself. When the Saintess mentioned Sect Leader Qing Lan, she felt a pain like a knife cutting her heart, almost suffocating.

“I let Master down…” Han Yan said a sentence and stopped abruptly. How could family scandals be known to outsiders? So she changed the subject, “I thought Saintess Xue Yue couldn’t speak and was mute. It turns out your voice is so gentle and pleasant.”

Saintess Xue Yue laughed lightly. She no longer held her wrist, but held her fingers. “Why did you join the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect?”

“I am an orphan, picked up by Master, so naturally I joined Cloud Appreciation Mountain.” Han Yan said.

Saintess Xue Yue stopped talking, seeming to be thinking. After a moment, she nodded and said, “Are you going back to see Sect Leader Qing Lan tonight? Come sleep in my wing room for a night.”

Han Yan was greatly shocked and shook her head hurriedly. “That won’t do! I have… I have disappointed Master and can no longer associate with disciples of other sects.” She pulled out her hand, succeeding this time. “I… I’m leaving first!”

Saintess Xue Yue watched her run back, reaching the other side of the long street in the blink of an eye, and sighed extremely lightly.