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105 I have never liked An Qingwan [3k]

The moonlight tonight is gentle.

The full moon hangs between the green bamboo groves, its light spilling across the ground like flowing water, draping the tranquil bamboo forest in a light veil.

As Sikong Tingxue walked along, all she could hear was the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.

The sound doesn't have much rhythm, but it has a calming effect.

She felt as if she had returned to the seaside, listening to the waves.

The sound of waves and water was her favorite sound.

However, all of this became a thing of the past as she walked to the gate of the courtyard.

Sikong Tingxue heard it; she heard the sound hidden beneath the rustling bamboo.

The sound was very soft, very faint.

But she was, after all, a top-notch martial arts expert; how could she not hear that voice?

If all she heard was the sound of waves, she wouldn't think much of it.

But besides the sound of the waves, she also heard other sounds.

That sound made the already scorching summer night even hotter.

Sikong Tingxue is no longer a child.

How could she not know what it meant when these sounds appeared at the same time?

But she never expected to hear such a sound at this moment!

She never expected that one of the voices would come from Yu Miaozhen!

She had met Yu Miaozhen very few times, but she had an excellent memory, so good that she could remember everything she saw, that she was quite sure she hadn't misheard.

but……

Why Yu Miaozhen?

Why not Jin Xueyi?

Why does this happen?

How did she know that something like this was happening in An Qingwan's room at this very moment?

If she had arrived an hour earlier, or if she had arrived a quarter of an hour, or a quarter of an hour, or even longer...

So many questions flooded my mind at once, and yet these questions couldn't be answered in a short time.

Sikong Tingxue felt a sudden dizziness.

She leaned against the gate, fortunately holding onto the doorknob tightly with one hand, otherwise she would probably have fallen to the ground by now.

Sikong Tingxue bit her lower lip tightly, until her lips and teeth turned white, her hands and feet trembled slightly, and a strong pang of sorrow suddenly welled up in her heart.

She wanted to turn around and leave, but she pulled her foot back as soon as she lifted it.

Why did she leave?

What is there for her to be so bitter about?

If An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen don't avoid it, why should she?

Sikong Tingxue stood at the door.

She listened to the wind.

The wind reminded her of many things.

The first thing she thought of was the fire, the fire that changed her life.

Then, she thought of her days in the Yin-Yang Sect, a place that seemed to be perpetually in the dead of winter.

Then, she thought of the moon over the Xunyang River, the water in the underground palace of Jiangling, and the rain in Yufu City.

She only woke up when she felt the cold, the bone-chilling cold.

"Is it snowing?"

Sikong Tingxue raised her head.

It wasn't snowing.

But the warm moonlight suddenly turned cold.

Sikong Tingxue lowered her head again.

She looked at the window, through a thick layer of paper, and knew she was looking at Yu Miaozhen, and she knew Yu Miaozhen was looking at her too.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Perhaps half an hour.

Maybe a quarter of an hour.

It may take a little longer.

Yu Miaozhen came out of the room. She was dressed neatly, and there was nothing unusual about her hair or expression.

Anyone familiar with her could see that she was slightly different at this moment, not because of her unusual gait, but because she looked more radiant.

In the past, she was a flower, but a cold, unbloomed one.

She is still a flower, but now she is a flower that is waving in the morning sun and dew, blooming in full glory.

Yu Miaozhen limped out of the courtyard.

Sikong Tingxue thought to herself that they would probably pass each other at the door.

But Yu Miaozhen stopped in front of her.

In that instant, the wind stopped, the moon paled, and the swaying bamboo leaves fell silent, as if someone had suddenly thrust out a deadly fifteen-stroke sword from the side.

There was no change in the world; all vitality had been buried by the cold moonlight.

Sikong Tingxue stared at Yu Miaozhen.

Yu Miaozhen stared at Sikong Tingxue.

No one spoke.

It's as if whoever speaks first loses.

But is this really a duel?

Perhaps it was just Sikong Tingxue's personal opinion that this was a duel.

Yu Miaozhen suddenly realized, "I remember now, you are Sikong Tingxue from the Yin Yang Sect!"

Her gaze swept over Sikong Tingxue's hands and feet.

Sikong Tingxue felt a sudden sting and said coldly, "Don't you feel even a shred of shame?"

Yu Miaozhen tilted her head: "Shame...shame?"

She hadn't expected Sikong Tingxue to say that, and her eyes were full of confusion.

"Should I feel ashamed to do what I love with the person I care about? I just feel happy. My sisters told me this was a happy thing, but I never believed them before. But just now..."

"enough!"

Sikong Tingxue coldly interrupted Yu Miaozhen, who wanted to share with her.

Yu Miaozhen was startled and took several steps back.

She looked at Sikong Tingxue timidly: "Did I do something to make you angry?"

Sikong Tingxue coldly replied, "I'm not angry!"

Yu Miaozhen shut her mouth.

She still didn't know what she had done to offend Sikong Tingxue, even though they had never had a conflict before.

Sikong Tingxue said, "What you want to do with An Qingwan is none of my business. I just want to ask you, you knew I was outside, you knew I had been standing there for a long time, yet you still... don't you have any shame?"

Yu Miaozhen was still confused: "I like An Qingwan, and you like An Qingwan too. Aren't we good friends? Why should we be ashamed in front of our good friends? I thought you were going to come in, so I waited for you for a while. Are you angry because I only waited for you for a short while?"

"You...I...you...you..." Sikong Tingxue pointed at Yu Miaozhen, her body trembling uncontrollably, "Do you know what you're saying?"

Yu Miaozhen nodded earnestly.

Sikong Tingxue laughed in exasperation: "I don't like An Qingwan!"

She suddenly found herself ridiculous, actually discussing this kind of issue with Yu Miaozhen in such a serious manner.

Yu Miaozhen asked doubtfully, "But I can tell that you like An Qingwan."

Sikong Tingxue froze, then said, slowly and deliberately, "I have never liked An Qingwan, not even for a moment!"

Her face looked as if she had applied a layer of black powder.

Yu Miaozhen was at a loss for words and could only say, "I'm sorry."

Sikong Tingxue, however, no longer paid any attention to her.

Watching Sikong Tingxue's limping figure, Yu Miaozhen couldn't help but purse her lips.

Even if she was completely clueless about social situations, she knew that Sikong Tingxue was angry.

"Is it because I only waited a little while, or is it because I didn't ask An Qingwan to come with me when I went to find her? Then I'll ask her to come next time?"

Yu Miaozhen shook her head.

She felt it was best not to act rashly.

She doesn't know much, and if she makes a mistake again and makes Sikong Tingxue even angrier, that would be bad.

I'll ask my sisters when I get home.

The older women have all been through this, so they definitely know the real reason.

Yu Miaozhen is gone.

Sikong Tingxue did not stay for long.

After entering the house, she only said one sentence.

"I'm going back to the Yin-Yang Sect now. If you need anything when you're dealing with Master Feng, just contact the address I gave you before."

After saying that, Sikong Tingxue left.

There was no need for her to say anything more.

An Qingwan couldn't possibly have missed what she just said.

She couldn't say anything more.

She couldn't stay even a moment longer.

But when she reached the door, she was called back.

“Miss Sikong, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a few days, but you haven’t been here.”

"No need. I know what you're trying to say, but there's no need."

Sikong Tingxue waved her sleeve and drifted away like a gust of wind, giving An Qingwan no chance to stop her.

An Qingwan opened her mouth.

What she really wanted to say was the secret Xue Lianxi told her before she died: that Sikong Tingxue's parents were likely burned to death by Sikong Tingxue's master.

But Sikong Tingxue probably thought she was trying to explain her relationship with Yu Miaozhen.

There's no need to explain this, nor can it be explained, because the more you explain, the more confused you'll become.

"Alright, I'll talk to her when I go to the Yinji Sect."

An Qingwan tidied the bed, changed her clothes, and then went to call Jin Xueyi and the Five Gentlemen of Baiyumen.

To deal with the Wind God, we must first find the traitor among the Thirty-Six Islands.

Finding the mole wouldn't be difficult; An Qingwan had a plan all along.