Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 72p2

Chapter 72: Plucking a Plum Blossom for Whom p2

Originally, Ning Ruoque had already planned to disguise herself and sneak into Azurefall Creek.

But she didn’t expect that she would actually be able to directly pass through the dense crowd of sword cultivators and ride her sword into Azurefall Creek.

It was as if the mountain-protecting grand formation had suddenly recognized her. When she stepped into Suwen Peak again, it was incomparably smooth.

It was just that when she went, Suwen Peak was still as warm as spring, but when she came, it was pouring with rain.

Bean-sized raindrops smashed on the precious flowers and plants, and the ground was covered with scattered red and broken snow.

The weather on Suwen Peak was controlled by the Heavenly Weather Grand Formation.

If it rained, it meant that the master of Suwen Peak needed such a rain to vent her emotions.

Ning Ruoque silently stepped into the small courtyard, apprehensively retracting her aura, afraid of being discovered by Yin Buran.

With her personality, she shouldn’t have come back now.

But… Ning Ruoque wanted to show Yin Buran the gift she had prepared.

She held the short sword behind her back and fumbled with the windowsill like a thief.

The room was very quiet, with only a regular and faint breathing. Yin Buran might be asleep.

Not daring to wake her, Ning Ruoque squatted under the eaves and stared at the moon roses under the steps, which were battered by the rain.

That was the only moon rose that had bloomed a small flower.

Now it was swaying from side to side like a duckweed in the water. The raindrops smashed on the snow-white petals, almost scattering the flower.

As she watched, she couldn’t help but stretch out her hand and gently block it over that moon rose.

Yin Buran liked flowers very much, but in the chaotic times, she had no chance to raise them.

Ning Ruoque had heard Yin Buran say that she often gave her flowers.

She was a little bewildered. At that time, what kind of thoughts did she have?

Drip, drip.

Rain fell from the eaves.

Most of Ning Ruoque’s own body was also in the rain, but she seemed completely unaware.

Blood seeped from the almost healed wound on her wrist, and along with the rainwater, it fell down, like a red thread wrapping around the moon rose.

She should have been carefully thinking about how to apologize to Yin Buran, but at this time, listening to the sound of the rain, she actually started to be in a daze.

Until a shadow covered her and also blocked all the rain for her.

“You’re sheltering the flower from the rain. What about yourself?”

Ning Ruoque heard Yin Buran’s voice, cool and icy, just like the rain.

She quickly stood up and answered drily, “I… won’t be ruined by the rain…”

She first stole a glance, and then stared at Yin Buran’s hand holding the umbrella. Her fingers were slender and as delicate as suet jade.

It had only been two days since they had last seen each other, but she felt that she had lost some weight.

And Yin Buran was not wearing an outer robe, which made Ning Ruoque feel anxious.

She stood under the eaves, and an invisible spiritual energy propped up a barrier, blocking the wind that came with the rain.

Having made the worst psychological preparations, Ning Ruoque said haltingly, “I have something I want to give you.”

Without waiting for Yin Buran to respond, she took out a short sword that was held in her hand and had already been warmed.

The scabbard was wrapped in cloud brocade, and the body of the sword was completely snow-white, one foot and five inches long, and weighed less than a tael.

Ning Ruoque suppressed her pounding heart and tried to maintain a steady tone.

“You don’t have to worry about not being able to use it. It’s very light, and it will actively protect its master.”

Yin Buran was silent for a few breaths.

She saw a cool hand take it, and then Yin Buran opened her lips, “Made of Heavy Snow Crystal?”

Ning Ruoque still did not dare to look up and answered in a muffled voice, “Mm.”

It was still that pleasant voice, asking lightly, “You spent all your money on it. What about your own life-bound sword?”

Ning Ruoque was stunned for a moment.

She had only said that she was going to Pingyao to see Chu Xuan and had not mentioned that she was going to bid for the Nebula Dark Gold.

How did Yin Buran know about this?

Ignoring this abnormality, Ning Ruoque answered honestly, “I wanted to give you a sword. If you’re going to the ancient battlefield, it can protect you.”

“…”

The rain dripped on the green tiles, the stone steps, and Yin Buran’s umbrella.

Time seemed to have stopped in this gray and rainy day.

After a long while, Yin Buran spoke softly, “Hand.”

Ning Ruoque obediently extended her hand, and a small lotus flower condensed from spiritual energy floated down.

A warm spiritual energy blew past like a spring breeze, and the wound immediately began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it had recovered.

But the umbrella suddenly fell to the ground, splashing a few drops of water. The small lotus flower dissipated, and Yin Buran’s hand gently rested on it.

“How can you understand that the words ‘consider yourself more’ are not credible at all when they come from your mouth?”

Although her tone was calm, in Ning Ruoque’s ears, it sounded like a sigh.

“You’re always like this. In order to protect me, you can unhesitatingly brave the lightning tribulation to kill the Fei Zhi, and in order to protect a village, you can chase after it for a thousand miles with injuries. So much so that—”

She paused for a moment, as if she couldn’t go on, and there was a clear sound of a sob.

After a long while, she finally frowned and sighed, “So much so that for the sake of the world, you can give up your own life.”

“Sometimes I wonder, what position do you place me in, that you would leave without saying goodbye that day and go to fight the Demon God alone.”

Ning Ruoque’s heart felt as if it had been clenched by a hand, and it hurt. She heard the trembling in Yin Buran’s voice.

Although her hand was trembling, Yin Buran said, “Before you recover this part of your memory, you don’t have to give me an answer.”

“What I want to ask you now is…”

“Getting injured, going against your own will, and even dying, are these things that are just ‘it’s fine’ to you?”

A few more “pat” sounds, mixed with the sound of the rain, made it difficult to distinguish.

She almost said with a crying tone—

“But I really am worried about you. I also don’t want you to get hurt.”

Ning Ruoque looked up abruptly and was caught off guard, crashing into a pair of misty eyes.

The person before her was holding back tears, and her hand finally fell, cool and soft.

“What do you want me to do?”

Ning Ruoque was rendered speechless by the question.

She really didn’t care.

So when a strange emotion welled up in her heart, she was still a little bewildered.

This emotion filled her heart, making it sour and soft, making her throat dry and hoarse, and her breathing unsteady. It made her feel as if she were flying high and then falling with a thud.

It made her suddenly… want to hug Yin Buran.

She seemed to have vaguely realized a little, why Yin Buran had been angry at that time.

Was Yin Buran feeling sorry for her?

She unconsciously held Yin Buran’s hand back and said hesitantly, “Ranran—”

But it was this light call that made Yin Buran cry even more fiercely.

Tears rolled down like a broken string of pearls, and a few strands of white hair were wet and stuck to her cheeks. Her voice was suppressed in her throat, and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Ning Ruoque’s heart raced in fright.

She had seen many people cry.

For a living, for something unattainable, for the death that had already come or was about to come, and even more for a painful fate.

So Ning Ruoque’s sword went for the bullies, for the evildoers, and for the demons and monsters.

And now, seeing Yin Buran’s tears, her sword had nowhere to go.

And she was so clumsy with her words that she didn’t know how to coax her, so she could only watch her cry in a fluster.

She cried until Ning Ruoque’s heart was in a mess, and she could only resort to desperate measures. With a determined heart, she opened her mouth, “Ran… Ranran, I—”

“Can I… kiss you?”

After speaking, Ning Ruoque herself also froze.

She felt that her master’s method was like a hooligan. At the very least… at the very least, she should ask for Yin Buran’s opinion first, right?

She let out a soft hiss, her fingernails digging into her flesh.

Yin Buran’s eyes widened, and with a blink of her eyelashes, another teardrop fell.

She looked dazed, like an obedient porcelain doll.

“Hmm?”

A muffled nasal sound, in Ning Ruoque’s ears, which were drowned in apprehension, became a permission.

Ning Ruoque tried her best to suppress the trembling of her fingers. She gently brushed the hair from Yin Buran’s cheeks behind her ear.

Her gaze swept past Yin Buran’s slightly furrowed brow, to her beautiful eyes, and then to her soft and warm lips.

Finally, she carefully and solemnly kissed the teardrop that was about to slide down her cheek.