Chapter 65

Yue Lai Inn.

Third floor.

Private room.

Lu Wushuang, the girl with the limp, leaned against the window, eating her food in small bites. However, her mind was not on the delicious dishes before her. Her gaze often drifted out the window, landing on the opposite rooftop.

There, the silver glow spread, but there was no sign of anyone.

"..."

After putting a bite of food in her mouth, for some reason, the girl with the limp felt her mood inexplicably worsen. She casually placed the chopsticks aside, then propped her chin in her hands, leaning against the window, lost in thought.

Very strange!

Lu Wushuang felt her current mood was very strange. Perhaps it was because she had spent too much time with the Taoist Yue Yuan recently, and had gotten used to it. When eating alone, the girl with the limp always felt something was off.

Was it loneliness or solitude?

Lu Wushuang didn't know what was going on, but she was sure something was wrong with her.

And... the food had gone cold.

Bang!

The door behind her suddenly opened, startling the daydreaming Lu Wushuang. Turning her head, she saw the waiter who had served the dishes earlier walk in.

"Miss, the Taoist wants you to go to his room!"

The waiter, with utmost respect, approached and relayed Yue Yuan's instructions to Lu Wushuang, who was leaning against the window.

"Huh?!"

A note of surprise escaped Lu Wushuang's lips. The term "Taoist" was a respectful way to address Yue Yuan, which the waiter had adopted after seeing him throw gold. Money talks, indeed.

If he were a monk, the waiter might have called him "Buddha Master"!

"Is he back?"

However, Lu Wushuang didn't get up immediately but asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

The waiter remained extremely respectful, maintaining proper etiquette even toward the girl with the limp, or even a dirty beggar.

"Then take me there!"

Seeing the waiter agree, Lu Wushuang stood up, letting the waiter lead the way.

Following the waiter, Lu Wushuang was full of doubts, wondering why Yue Yuan hadn't come to eat but had reserved a room.

Soon, under the waiter's guidance, Lu Wushuang arrived at the door of a private room.

"Come in, Wushuang!"

Before she could push the door open, she heard Yue Yuan's voice from inside. The slight wariness on Lu Wushuang's face slowly faded, replaced by a look of joy. She pushed the door open, closed it behind her, and walked in.

Surprised!

Lu Wushuang felt her current mood was like the time her cousin Cheng Ying saw her, full of astonishment.

The reason was simple.

There was a woman in Yue Yuan's room, a woman she knew very well, a woman who had almost frightened her to death.

"Huh?"

"Xiaolongnü!!!"

She couldn't help but be surprised. Lu Wushuang had never expected that Yue Yuan would bring back a girl who looked like a celestial being after his trip. Looking at the girl lying on the bed, her pale face told her that she was injured.

"Uh, what happened?"

Her gaze moved from Xiaolongnü to Yue Yuan, who was sitting at a table nearby.

Calm and casual.

A pot of hot tea was on the table beside him. Yue Yuan was sipping the hot tea. Sensing Lu Wushuang's gaze, he looked up, pointed to a cup beside him, and said, "There's hot tea here, help yourself, and you'll be well-fed and well-clothed!"

"..."

Pouting, Lu Wushuang limped forward, poured herself a cup, and drank it in one gulp. Then she put down the cup and asked, "What's the deal with this Miss Long?"

"It's just as you see! Her injuries hadn't healed, and then she got into a fight, which made her injuries worse!"

Yue Yuan didn't look up, just answered casually.

"Of course I know that!"

But Yue Yuan's answer didn't satisfy Lu Wushuang. She glared at him and then said sullenly, "I mean, how did you meet Miss Long, and why did you bring her back?"

"Oh!"

"About that, I must say my luck was really good. I just went out to chase some black-clothed people, and unexpectedly found a beauty!"

Yue Yuan, hearing Lu Wushuang's somewhat petulant question, smiled, shrugged, and answered very casually.

"..."

The girl with the limp was speechless upon hearing this. However, she knew that Yue Yuan didn't want to talk about what had just happened, and that the matter was clearly more complicated than she imagined.

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

"Should I call for some food to be brought up?"

Lu Wushuang clearly changed the subject, steering the conversation toward food.

"Um!"

"I'm a bit hungry, have the waiter bring up a meal!"

Hearing Lu Wushuang's suggestion, Yue Yuan felt his stomach rumble. Without hesitation, he agreed.

"I'll go myself!"

Lu Wushuang, delighted, decided to go down herself. She turned and left the room, heading to have the waiter prepare the meal.

After a while.

Yue Yuan's gaze moved from Lu Wushuang's back to the room. His expression became calm.

Ding ding dang!

In the sound of clear bells, Yue Yuan held a white silk ribbon in his hand, with a round golden bell tied to the top.

The silk ribbon had a fresh, sweet honey scent, which was clearly Xiaolongnü's fragrance. However, Yue Yuan's mind was not on this. His gaze was fixed on the round golden bell.

With his left hand holding the golden bell, Yue Yuan observed it very carefully and seriously.

The design!

The pattern!

And the size!

This appearance...

After a long moment of contemplation, Yue Yuan flipped his right hand, and another clear bell sound rang out. A silver bell appeared in his right palm, the one he had obtained from the Immortal Li Mochou.

The two bells were almost the same size, with the same patterns and designs. The only difference was the color and material: one was gold, the other silver.

These golden and silver bells are clearly a pair!

After observing them for a long time, Yue Yuan made this assessment. He observed them so carefully because some mass-produced items can look the same. However, the handcrafted style of these two bells convinced him they were made by the same person.

In that case... this silver bell wasn't the token of affection given to Immortal Li Mochou by Lu Zhan yuan!

Thinking of this, the corners of Yue Yuan's mouth curled up, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Ha ha... Hmm?"

His laughter abruptly stopped, and the movement of the golden and silver bells in his hands ceased. Yue Yuan suddenly turned his head, looking toward the bed.

He saw a pair of eyes, as black as ink, fixed on the bells in his hand.

It was clear that the unconscious Xiaolongnü had woken up.

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