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Chapter 853: Chapter 348: The Traveler Returning on a Snowy Night (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Tickets)_5

At the most critical moment, my mind was restless, with thoughts galloping away.

By the time I awoke, it had already turned out like this.

In a daze, the crisp, bell-like voice of Feng Xia still buzzed in my ears.

”Luo Chen is nice to me, nice to Duan Feng, nice to everyone. But it’s exactly that he shouldn’t have kept you hanging, leading to your almost achieved success crumbling.”

”He hasn’t kept me hanging. It’s just that I have never been worthy, that’s it.”

”What’s all this talk about being worthy or not? Like is like, and love is love. He and the President got together in private, without much of a deep love to speak of. To use the words of mortals, what he’s doing is...”

”Sister Xia, watch your words!”

Feng Xia, somewhat agitated, said, ”Why watch my words? I’d say the same in front of him. If you had just made your relationship clear earlier, none of this would have happened, just as it was between me and Duan Feng back then. You are both my best friends, and this kind of dragging each other down will only hurt each other.”

Gu Caiyi sighed.

After all, how can a cultivator be judged by the same standards as mortals?

Seeing that Feng Xia was about to speak again, she coughed lightly twice, finally stopping the other person mid-sentence.

”Never mind, you should rest!”

”I’m going to prepare the medicinal herbs for tomorrow’s concoction.”

”Fortunately, our Luo Tian Creed isn’t short of medicinal herbs, all of the highest quality. I reckon it won’t take three or four years to fully heal your injuries.”

Watching the chattering woman walk away.

Gu Caiyi couldn’t help but smile.

Sister Xia wasn’t so nagging before, it seems after getting married, she became more and more fussy, losing the quiet temperament she used to have.

Perhaps, it also had to do with Luo Chen curing her throat!

So talkative, it was as if she wanted to make up for all the words she didn’t say in the first half of her life.

Thinking of Luo Chen, her smile faded, revealing a look of entanglement.

He must be very busy when he gets back!

Not to mention the countless affairs of the Luo Tian Creed, just the fame of Dan Chenzi spreading across Tian Lan Immortal City meant that he would probably be inundated with social obligations upon his return.

So, would he come to visit me?

Most likely, he would!

Courtesy, he always did very well.

After all, I could at least consider myself his friend.

But if he comes and sees me, how can I face anyone looking so withered?

In front of him, I should always be the radiant beauty, Gu the bright and generous, not this bedridden wreck.

Perhaps tomorrow, I should ask Sister Xia to apply light makeup for me.

Yes, makeup that doesn’t show any traces.

As her mind wandered aimlessly, a sound from outside the courtyard caused her heart to suddenly tighten.

”President!”

...

The sleet, unbeknownst when, had stopped.

Only the bright moon hung high, casting a light that made the earth appear as if it were daylight.

Feng Xia, who had just stepped out of the yard, saw at first glance the person standing in the courtyard with a fiery red silhouette.

Framed in a crimson robe, his face still bore the weariness of a long journey that had not yet dissipated.

But those eyes were frighteningly bright.

When did he arrive?

All that I said just now, didn’t he hear everything?

Feng Xia swallowed hard, ”President, I...”

”Sister Xia, long time no see, are you well?” Luo Chen instantly flashed a smile.

Feng Xia managed a strained smile, ”Fine, I’m fine. Have you just come over?”

”Yes,” Luo Chen nodded, pointing to the inside and said, ”Is Caiyi inside?”

”Yes!”

”Has she gone to sleep?”

”Sleep... not yet.”

”Okay, then, you go ahead with your work. I’ll go in and say hello to her.”

Having said that, he lifted the curtain and walked in quietly.

Watching his gentle, jade-like figure, Feng Xia subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she had been insistent earlier that she would speak frankly in front of Luo Chen, the intangible pressure of his presence still made it difficult for her to open her mouth.

Why doesn’t her husband Duan Feng, who is also a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator, have such an overwhelming presence?

Is it their realm? Status? Reputation?

Feng Xia was at a loss.

...

”You’re back?”

”Yes, I’m back,” Luo Chen said calmly.

Seeing the woman struggle to sit up, he shook his head.

”Lie down, there’s no need to be formal with me.”