The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

An Qingwan was prepared that Sikong Tingxue might not be able to get over it for months, years, or even a lifetime.

She grasped Sikong Tingxue's right hand.

“I will always be by your side. And although you only have me now, you are still young and have a long life ahead of you. You will meet many people in the future. They may be your rivals or your friends. They may make you sad or make you happy. In any case, they will always make you feel alive.”

Sikong Tingxue didn't reply, she just stared blankly at the ceiling.

If nothing unexpected happens, she might continue gazing like this forever.

She wasn't really spacing out; her heart was already churning with emotions. Even though An Qingwan was holding her hand, she couldn't help but recall bits and pieces of the past.

If her parents hadn't met Xu Ruogu.

If Xu Ruogu had killed her back then.

If only she had met An Qingwan sooner.

in case……

After an unknown amount of time, shouts could be heard from outside.

"An Qingwan?"

Sikong Tingxue suddenly came to her senses.

She hadn't heard that voice many times, but after the night in the bamboo forest, she couldn't forget it.

coming!

It's Yu Miaozhen!

"I think I'm not in the wrong place, am I? Lan Xiaogu was pointing in this direction just now, right? Should we go back and ask her again?"

Yu Miaozhen's voice came again.

As the voices approached, her footsteps disappeared.

It seems she couldn't tell which way to go and was unsure whether to go forward or back.

An Qingwan's lips twitched.

It's not that I'm speechless that Yu Miaozhen could get lost here, but rather that I find it "unbearable" that Yu Miaozhen had to arrive at this particular time.

This is very unfortunate.

She had just explained to Sikong Tingxue that she had not secretly met with Yu Miaozhen these past few days.

But less than half an hour after saying that, Yu Miaozhen came to visit. What will Sikong Tingxue think?

fraud?

An Qingwan lowered her head, about to explain again, when she saw Sikong Tingxue, who was lying down, suddenly pounce on her and hug her neck.

"Want me!"

An Qingwan: "???"

Sikong Tingxue, however, had already pushed her down without saying a word.

Sikong Tingxue's voice became scorching hot, instantly turning the cool autumn day into a sweltering heat that made people sweat profusely.

An Qingwan isn't stupid; how could she not know what Sikong Tingxue was thinking?

This is revenge, revenge against Yu Miaozhen!

That is certainly the case.

Yu Miaozhen's arrival made Sikong Tingxue forget everything else, and she only remembered the little things between Yu Miaozhen and An Qingwan.

She didn't want anything right now; she just wanted to switch roles with Yu Miaozhen and let Yu Miaozhen experience what she felt during the bamboo forest night.

"Listening to the snow..."

"Start now, or I'll do it myself!"

Sikong Tingxue opened her collar and leaned down to cover An Qingwan's face.

The dusk deepened.

The chill is deepening.

But there was no coolness in the room.

At first, Sikong Tingxue was indeed only thinking about revenge, but as time went by, she couldn't remember anything anymore.

Besides one sentence, there was one sentence Yu Miaozhen had said to her—

"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..."

This is indeed a happy thing.

Sikong Tingxue wanted to provoke Yu Miaozhen, so she completely let loose and didn't hold back at all.

Until she nearly fainted due to lack of oxygen.

Sweat glistened on her upturned neck with a slippery sheen.

The moonlight shone on my neck, as if veiling it with a semi-transparent gauze that stirred my imagination.

Sikong Tingxue opened her mouth wide, gasping for fresh air like a drowning person.

It took her a good twenty or thirty breaths to recover, still feeling unsatisfied and deeply motivated to fight.

She lowered her head, wanting to say a few words to An Qingwan.

But then she noticed that the window of the room had been opened at some point, and Yu Miaozhen was standing outside the window, holding onto the window frame with both hands, sticking half her head out, and staring intently at her and An Qingwan.

Sikong Tingxue's eyes widened suddenly.

On that night in the bamboo forest, after hearing Yu Miaozhen's voice, she froze at the doorway, unsure whether to go in or back, standing there for more than a quarter of an hour until Yu Miaozhen came out of the house.

She thought that Yu Miaozhen would do something similar after hearing her voice.

But, but...

Sikong Tingxue never expected that Yu Miaozhen would do such a thing.

She never expected Yu Miaozhen to take further action.

For example, suddenly praising her at this moment.

“Sikong Tingxue, I told you you like An Qingwan, but you lied to me and said you never liked An Qingwan.”

"Sikong Tingxue, you're amazing! I was suddenly exhausted, but you lasted so long. How did you do it? Fourth Sister taught me a lot of methods, but she only talked about them. I don't really understand them. Can you teach me?"

Sikong Tingxue was startled by Yu Miaozhen staring at her like a curious child.

Everyone says that the Three Obsessions are terrifying. She hadn't felt it very deeply before, but this time she can never forget it.

"what!"

Sikong Tingxue let out a startled cry.

She leaned back and slid off the bed.

Two more screams rang out from inside the room.

The story of three people, Yi Erjiu, and the method of transforming extreme yin into yang [4k]

Sikong Tingxue's body wasn't injured from the fall, but her heart was shattered.

It wasn't shattered by sadness, but by Yu Miaozhen's unexpected actions and words.

She clutched her numb abdomen, her heart filled with terror.

How could there be such a strange person as Yu Miaozhen in this world?

If there were a pill to undo regrets, she would definitely take it with a vengeance.

Sikong Tingxue suddenly remembered.

Faced with her questioning, Yu Miaozhen innocently invited her to join her and An Qingwan.

She actually came up with the idea that if she and Yu Miaozhen switched roles, she could make Yu Miaozhen feel pain.

This is ridiculous.

It's as ridiculous as a fledgling bird trying to challenge a legendary martial arts world that has long been integrated into nature.

Sikong Tingxue wished she could crawl under the bed immediately.

But she can't crawl through.

With this one punch, she completely lost all the face she already had.

Moreover, she had no doubt that Yu Miaozhen would still openly request a sparring match with An Qingwan, even knowing that she was right under the bed.

Because Yu Miaozhen is such a free-spirited person.

Not only could she not crawl through, she could not hide, and she could not cover herself.

She knew that to defeat Yu Miaozhen, she could not show the slightest fear; only by facing her with composure could she win.

As the saying goes, you can lose anything but your spirit.

Sikong Tingxue was never a person lacking in spirit.

Therefore, after figuring out the key point, she stood up on her own before Yu Miaozhen and An Qingwan, who had climbed into the house, could help her up.

"Who do you think it is? Ah..."

Sikong Tingxue didn't finish her sentence.

She did manage to boost her morale, but she forgot one thing.

Her legs were already a little limp, and now her feet and the ground were all wet and slippery. She had gotten up too quickly, so as soon as she stood up, she slipped back down.

Bang!

An Qingwan: "..."

Yu Miaozhen: "..."

"Sikong Tingxue, how could you be so careless?"

Yu Miaozhen reached out to pick up Sikong Tingxue.

The concern on her face was completely genuine.

Both An Qingwan and Sikong Tingxue could understand Yu Miaozhen's thoughts.

The fact that Yu Miaozhen could say something like, "I like An Qingwan, and you like An Qingwan too, aren't we good friends?" shows that she truly considers Sikong Tingxue a good friend.

Since we're good friends, we should treat each other well.

However, understanding is one thing, and accepting is another.

Sikong Tingxue, who had fallen back to the ground, snorted coldly: "No need."

Yu Miaozhen said, "No need?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "You don't understand."

Yu Miaozhen's eyes widened: "I don't understand?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "I don't like An Qingwan. I'm just practicing my skills, using her as a training tool."

An Qingwan: "..."

Yu Miaozhen asked, "Practicing martial arts? What kind of martial arts?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "Our sect's Extreme Yin to Yang Mind-Calming Method!"

Yu Miaozhen was greatly surprised: "You can practice martial arts by making this?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "That's why I said you don't understand."

Yu Miaozhen asked curiously, "What kind of kung fu are you practicing?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "Internal energy cultivation, this is a quick-learning internal energy cultivation method."

Yu Miaozhen's eyes immediately lit up.

From childhood to adulthood, people around her always advised her to practice her internal skills, but she had never been interested in it before and always did it perfunctorily.

When she stopped being completely devoted to the sword, and when she began to want to be a normal person, she realized that she should indeed practice her internal strength.