No matter how prepared Wen Zhan was, he never expected that a monk could see through his secret.
A cold sweat broke out on his back. Facing Lu Yunchu's gaze, he lowered his head and said nothing. This was the only way he could think of to avoid lying and avoid further questioning.
Lu Yunchu just didn't fall for his trick. She held his face and forced him to look up: "Do you agree?"
Even when Wen Zhan raised his head, his eyes were still squinting to the side. This was the so-called dying struggle.
Lu Yunchu knew the answer just by his nod.
"I see."
Understand what
Wen Zhan was a little panicked. He was so afraid that after Lu Yunchu found out about this, she would no longer look at him the same way as before.
He suddenly turned his gaze back and saw Lu Yunchu lowering his eyes to think with his brows tightly furrowed. He panicked and broke out in a cold sweat.
He quickly came over and kissed her brow.
Lu Yunchu looked up and asked in confusion: "What are you doing—"
He covered her lips.
Lu Yunchu was stunned.
She quickly understood Wen Zhan's thoughts. He kissed her devoutly, with a light and gentle force, but in a very pleasing way, and managed to create a lingering taste in the kiss, allowing her to catch her breath.
She suppressed her pounding heart, feeling both distressed and happy.
What was he thinking? Did he think that this would confuse her, divert her attention, and prevent her from getting to the bottom of it
That is exactly the case.
As a novice, Wen Zhan was so nervous that he forgot to breathe. His breathing was uneven, and he even let go of her, trying to deprive her of her breath and make her think about it again.
Lu Yunchu responded to him cooperatively, then moved closer and pushed him on the shoulder. He was caught off guard and fell backwards.
The black hair spread out like silk, swaying across the back of Lu Yunchu's hand, feeling icy cold and making her hand itchy.
Wen Zhan was stunned for a moment, then thought he had succeeded, and the corners of his mouth secretly curled up involuntarily, just like every time he tricked Lu Yunchu into giving him an extra spoonful.
Lu Yunchu noticed his little expression and cursed him as a "fool" in his heart.
She leaned over and used the same trick to confuse Wen Zhan.
How could Wen Zhan compete with her? He soon fell into a dizzy state and pressed his hand on the back of her head.
When his head was dizzy, Lu Yunchu let go of him and looked up. He immediately gasped for breath, forgetting other important things. At this moment, she stepped back swiftly and lifted up his trouser legs.
Wen Zhan blinked, and only noticed her movements after the heat in front of his eyes dissipated.
He sat up, and Lu Yunchu held him down and forcibly examined his legs.
Sure enough, there were deep scars on his knees and calves, exactly the same as the scars left by his broken legs.
Wen Zhan finally broke free from Lu Yunchu and quickly retracted his legs to cover the scar.
He lowered his head in panic, trying to think of how to explain it.
Lu Yunchu didn't give him any time, she asked: "When did it happen?"
She thought of the morning after she rescued him, when Wen Zhan curled up on the ground in agony, and guessed, "Was it that morning? Did he suffer the pain of a broken leg at that time?"
Wen Zhan suddenly knelt up and grabbed her hand.
He looked up and looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping that she would stop asking questions.
At this time, Lu Yunchu would not let him escape, so she tried to keep her tone as light as possible: "Why are you willing to tell me?"
Why? Wen Zhan himself couldn't figure it out. He didn't want to tell her, but he was afraid that if he told her, she would clearly understand the gap between them. She was complete and free, but he was just a pawn of the Creator, so helpless that he couldn't even save her. He could only take her pain.
He wanted to prove that he was useful, so he hurriedly wrote a few words on her palm.
He wrote so quickly and hurriedly that Lu Yunchu couldn't make out what he was saying. "What did you say?"
Wen Zhan slowed down his speed, but still concealed the trembling of his fingertips: I'm used to it, it doesn't hurt for me. I can...
He paused and wrote again: I am not useless.
Lu Yunchu remained silent and did not respond.
Wen Zhan became more and more flustered. He was too anxious just now and didn't know how to word it. Yes, he should have said it that way.
He tried to grab Lu Yunchu's fingertips and write again, but Lu Yunchu shook him off.
"Wen Zhan, what are you thinking about?" She suppressed the anger in her tone and questioned him word by word.
Wen Zhan's breathing paused for a moment, and he slowly looked up at her.
There was unconcealable anger in her eyes. Wen Zhan had never seen her like this before, and his heart was in a knot.
He had messed up after all. He couldn't remember what he had just said, and now he couldn't even think of a way to make up for it.
He was about to dodge, but he saw hot tears suddenly rolling down Lu Yunchu's eyes.
He had never been more panicked than at this moment. He didn't care about anything else. He quickly straightened up and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
Her tears were so hot that they dripped onto the back of his hand, seeming to burn a hole and causing him to feel pain all over.
He opened and closed his lips, wanting to say "stop crying", but no sound came out. He was such a useless person, watching her cry, unable to say a word to comfort her.
Lu Yunchu dodged his hand, wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and stared at him: "Who do you think I am? If I were... How could I dislike you?"
Wen Zhan had no way to refute and could only listen to the lecture, but this time he did not lower his head. He wanted to look at Lu Yunchu to make sure that she would not cry again.
He shook his head.
"What are you shaking your head for?"
Wen Zhan wrote on her palm: I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that.
Lu Yunchu hit him on the chest: "You were wrong for saying that? You were wrong for thinking that way, for not telling me, for constantly doubting yourself, and for constantly looking down on yourself."
When she was anxious, her tone of voice would be very harsh, and every word and sentence would hit Wen Zhan on the head, making him extremely flustered.
Damn it, she was really angry. She had clearly emphasized that he should be humble and timid when she was angry, but at this moment he still felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation engulfing him.
He was like a man who was about to sink into the deep sea, clinging to a piece of driftwood in the midst of a violent storm and could be washed away by the waves at any time.
If he had never seen the light, how could he be afraid of sinking into the dark and deep sea and falling into a chaotic and silent death
He grabbed Lu Yunchu's hand, asking her to shake him off, and kissed her fingertips up and down.
He couldn't speak, and couldn't utter a word of pleading, so he could only do this.
Lu Yunchu lowered her head and saw his expression. She could only see that he was trying hard to bend his back. Such a tall man, but he curled up his body just to be able to bend down and kiss her fingertips.
"Wen Zhan, look up at me."
Her words were clear, like the sound of jade hitting each other.
Wen Zhan's body froze and his back gradually began to tremble. He heard her but still did not look up. Instead, he gently kissed her fingertips again.
"I told you to look up," she said. "Look at me."
Wen Zhan was completely frozen. He could no longer pretend not to hear. He could only slowly raise his head, straighten his back bit by bit, and finally raise his chin.
His eyes were also panic-stricken, moving from her chin upwards little by little, finally falling to her eyes.
He was afraid to see anger, disappointment and disgust in her eyes.
But no, her eyes were red and she looked at him intently, as if she could no longer see anyone else in the world except him.
Lu Yunchu asked: "Wen Zhan, look into my eyes and tell me, what are you afraid of?"
She still remembered that when they first met, he was such a stubborn person, he would rather kneel on the ground with rotten flesh on his legs than bend his back.
But it was this man who, fearing that she would be disgusted and throw him away, kissed her fingertips humbly and desperately, fearing that she would be angry because of his concealment.
She really didn't know what to do, and didn't dare to get angry again. Instead, she sighed and said, "What can I do to make you believe my feelings?"
Wen Zhan's eyelashes trembled, and he understood what she meant.
She moved closer to him, and he subconsciously shrank back and hid behind her.
She quickly grabbed his collar, and in a hurry, the two of them rolled into a ball.
She pressed on top of him, and simply lay there, crawling onto his chest and nestling into it.
She put her ear to his chest and could hear the unmistakable heavy heartbeat.
"I'm mad at you," she said. "I'm mad at you because I'm so hurt and because I'm mad at myself for not doing better."
Wen Zhan was unable to speak and could not respond to her, so she only needed to speak her own words. No one could listen to her more seriously than him.
"I didn't expect this to happen. Why didn't you tell me? I didn't know you were in so much pain for me, and I tried to... "
Wen Zhan's heavy and rapid heartbeat gradually calmed down.
"Did you know that if you saved someone, you would take over their pain?"
She looked up at him.
After what happened just now, Wen Zhan no longer dared to lie. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.
Lu Yunchu felt a little sad and asked again: "When you came to see me, did you know what would happen to me?"
Wen Zhan shook his head.
"No matter what kind of danger I'm in, will you come to save me?"
Wen Zhan nodded without hesitation.
She felt heavy in her chest, thinking of everything she had experienced in her previous two lives, and asked, "What if I were going to die at that time, would you also come to save me and die for me?"
Wen Zhan was about to nod without thinking, but just as he moved, he saw Lu Yunchu looking at him with red eyes, and he quickly stopped.
She hit him with a blow and said, "Think about it, if you took my place in the catastrophe and left me alone in this world, what would I do?"
This didn't happen, so Wen Zhan couldn't assume it, but seeing Lu Yunchu was so upset, he quickly grabbed her hand and shook his head, indicating that he would not do that.
She looked at him steadily, and after a while she sighed: "Remember what you said." She asked, "Does your broken leg hurt?"
Wen Zhan wrote on her palm: Not bad.
"Liar!" She pulled her hand away. Her broken leg was clearly painful and she was still frightened when she thought about it. How could she say "it's okay"
As soon as her tone got a little intense, Wen Zhan immediately became flustered. The shadow left by her crying and shaking off his hand just now was so great that he even began to be cautious when facing the tone of encouragement.
She held him down and kissed him hard, not letting go until his body gradually softened and was no longer so stiff.
She lay on his chest and whispered, "Do I have to say I like you a hundred times every day before you will believe my feelings?"
He moved a little, probably wanting to explain.
Lu Yunchu raised her head, climbed up a little, and kissed him: "This is the first time today." She looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I like you."
Wen Zhan moved his lips, trying to support his upper body and pull her hand to write.
She sat up and dodged: "I don't listen to you. If you talk, you must be prepared to make me angry."
Wen Zhan was stunned for a moment, drooped his eyelashes, and lowered his head helplessly.
"Unless you say the same thing." She kissed him again, "I like you."
Wen Zhan looked up blankly, and it took him a while to realize that she was referring to the words "I like you".
She spread out her hands, and her meaning was clear: Write it to me.
Wen Zhan was slow to move.
Lu Yunchu thought that judging from his behavior just now, he would be eager to write love words to coax her.
She had misjudged and desperately moved her palm closer.
Wen Zhan looked at her palms, then raised his head to look at her face, and he knew what she was thinking.
Just when Lu Yunchu gave up and was about to let go, he suddenly sat up straight, moved his knees, and moved closer to her.
Lu Yunchu watched him raise his head, mustering up the courage to look her in the eye, emotions surging in his eyes, a mixture of timidity and a passion that was difficult to suppress.
He grabbed her hand and shook it, drawing her attention to his face.
Then he reached out his trembling hands, held her face, and asked her to look away.
He opened his lips and mouthed each word carefully.
"I".
He opened his mouth, unable to make any sound, and could only lip-sync, looking a little silly.
"happiness".
To pronounce this word, one had to slightly grin. He was a little awkward in doing it and looked at her seriously, afraid that she would recognize the lip shape of this word.
"joyous".
The mouth shape of this word is very slow, like the person is laughing slowly, and it is extremely clumsy.
"you".
After saying the last word, he looked at her nervously, his eyes full of hope.
Lu Yunchu felt a sour feeling in his throat and swallowed hard to suppress the urge to cry.
She rubbed his palm and nodded to show that she "heard" clearly.
Wen Zhan seemed to be relieved, and his face blossomed. His expression was extremely clear and clean, like the free plants growing wildly, with the scent of grass and sunshine.
He repeated it again, faster this time.
Because Lu Yunchu told him twice, he had to tell her twice as well.
After saying this, he looked at her seriously, without blinking.
Lu Yunchu looked at him, swallowed the bitterness again, and nodded slowly.
Wen Zhan smiled again, looking very happy. He was unwilling to look away and just wanted to keep looking into her eyes for a long time.
I can't say passionate words of love, so please look through my eyes and see my gentle and sincere heart.