Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Li Yangji's steps staggered, and every step felt like he was stepping on cotton, light and without any strength. He stretched out his arms, trying to grab something to support himself, but there seemed to be nothing in the air for him to rely on.

His whole body seemed to be in great pain. Every cough made his body tremble more violently. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his face was pale, and his lips were slightly purple. He looked extremely tired and weak.

At this moment, Pucha Ningran heard her husband Li Yangji coughing. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she loosened the hem of her skirt in her hand. She walked quickly towards Li Yangji, stretched out her slender hand, and supported his trembling body.

"Yangji, what's wrong with you?"

Pu Cha said with anxiety in his voice.

"Cough...cough..."

At this moment, Li Yangji heard the voice of his wife Pucha Ningran, and his coughing gradually subsided, but every cough seemed to tear his throat, making him feel unspeakable pain.

He raised his head with great effort and looked at his wife Pucha Ningran's pretty face which was full of concern. His eyes revealed a hint of gratitude and apology. He wanted to say something to tell his wife that he was fine, just feeling temporarily unwell, but the pain in his throat made him only able to make a hoarse sound and unable to form clear words.

"I...I'm fine..."

Li Yang squeezed out these words with great difficulty. His voice was weak and hoarse, and it seemed that every word he uttered required great effort, but his whole body and every subtle movement kept betraying his words.

"Cough cough..."

In particular, every time Li Yangji coughed, his body would tremble involuntarily, like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, seemingly tenacious but liable to be blown away by the wind at any time.

Pucha stared at Li Yangji's pale face and painful expression, then turned around quickly. The hem of her skirt swayed slightly with her hurried steps, as if she was no longer so elegant and light under her nervous mood.

Pucha Ningran took a few steps to the table, stretched out her slender hand with trembling hands, steadily picked up the porcelain cup on the table, and carefully filled it with water. She knew that what Li Yangji needed most at this moment might be this cool and thirst-quenching water.

Although it couldn't relieve his pain immediately, it at least gave him a little comfort. At the same time, it also made Li Yang want to leave here as soon as possible and never discover his lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo).

Afterwards, Pucha Ningran held the water cup gently in her slender hands and walked back to Li Yangji's side. Every step she took was like stepping on the soft grass in spring. Her eyes were full of affection and concern, as gentle and deep as a pool of spring water.

"Yangji, drink some water."

Pucha Ningran said softly, her tone revealing endless love and concern, and carefully handed the cup of water to her husband Li Yangji, making sure he could take it easily.

Li Yangji reached out to take the cup of water handed to him by his wife Pucha Ningran. His hands were shaking slightly, not only because of his physical weakness, but also because of his deep gratitude to his wife Pucha Ningran.

The water cup swayed gently, almost touching the tip of Li Yang's nose. He took a deep breath, then carefully took a sip of water, as if afraid that too much movement would cause another coughing fit.

Under Pucha's concerned gaze, he closed his eyes lightly, savoring the temperature and direction of the water, letting the warm current slowly moisten his dry throat. Every sip of water seemed to carry the vitality of life, making his body gradually feel a sense of strength.

Then he carefully drank a few sips of water. The warm water slid down his throat, bringing Li Yang a sense of temporary relief. He could feel the pain slowly subsiding under the soothing of the water. Although he knew that this was only a brief peace, at this moment, he was willing to immerse himself in this simple tranquility.

After drinking the water, Li Yangji's face regained some color, and his pale face vaguely revealed the vitality of life, but it was still sickly pale, like the plum blossoms that bloomed tenaciously in winter, which was beautiful but inevitably a little fragile.

"You feel better?"

Pucha Ningran asked softly, her voice was like a spring breeze that gently brushed through Li Yangji's heart, her voice revealed infinite tenderness and worry, her eyes were fixed on him, as if she was afraid to miss any subtle changes on his face.

Hearing the voice, Li Yang nodded slightly. Although speaking was still difficult, he tried his best to respond with a smile.

"Yeah, better... much better."

Seeing this, Pucha Ningran hurriedly walked to her husband Li Yangji and gently stroked his back with one hand. Her movements were gentle and loving, with a concerned look in her eyes, as if she wanted to convey her strength and warmth to him through this gentle touch.

Li Yangji felt the warmth of his wife Pucha Ningran, and the doubts in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable guilt. He realized how ridiculous and unfair his previous suspicion of her was.

His thoughts began to become clear, and his self-blame deepened. In his moments of illness and weakness, her care was like a bright light, illuminating the haze in his heart and giving him endless courage and strength.

Every meticulous care she gave was like warm sunshine, dispelling the double frost on the body and soul. But what about me? Just because of my intuition? I doubted my wife Pucha Ningran.

He couldn't help but reflect on whether it was his illness that made him anxious and restless, leading to unnecessary misunderstandings about the people closest to him. Gradually, Li Yang understood.

When hovering on the edge of health and illness, the human mind becomes extremely sensitive and fragile, easily affected by emotions, and may even invisibly hurt the people who care about you the most.

Li Yang felt extremely guilty. He knew that no matter how much the physical pain tortured him, it could not be a reason to accidentally hurt his lover's feelings. He deeply realized that his wife Pucha Ningran's love for him was so pure and firm that any unwarranted suspicion was a blasphemy to her kind nature.

At this time, Li Yangji accidentally saw that his wife Pucha Ningran's delicate face seemed to be colored by some inner emotions, revealing a hint of warmth that did not belong to waking up in the morning.

A few drops of sweat oozed out of Pucha Ningran's delicate forehead, dotted on her smooth skin like pearls. These tiny beads of sweat seemed to be telling the busyness and anxiety she had just experienced, so subtle and elusive.

She looked like a flower bud trembling gently in the morning breeze, fragile yet full of unknown secrets. This scene made Li Yang feel inexplicably moved and worried, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Ningran, are you...are you okay?"

Li Yangji's voice was full of concern, his eyes fixed on his wife Pucha's delicate face, afraid to miss any subtle changes. The faint blush and the fine sweat on her forehead seemed to silently tell of her tiredness and anxiety.

"You look... like you're not feeling well?"

He continued to ask, his brows furrowed, his voice trembling with inner worry. The worry in his heart was like lightning in the dense clouds, cutting through the calm night sky and bringing waves of uneasy premonitions.

Pucha was stunned when she heard the voice. In her eyes as clear as lake water, there was a trace of barely perceptible worry. She responded softly to her husband Li Yangji.

"I'm fine. I just felt a little tired when I got up today, so I rested a little longer."

Her voice was steady, and even though her heart was beating like a drum, she cleverly concealed her inner nervousness, because Pucha Ningran knew that she had to remain calm and not let Li Yangji notice the slightest thing unusual.

Pucha Ningran now only wanted her husband Li Yangji to leave here as soon as possible, because if he stayed here for too long, there was no guarantee that Li Yangji would notice the presence of another person in the room.

Her heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, but she still maintained a faint smile on her face. Her mind raced, thinking about how to lead the topic in a safe direction to distract Li Yangji's attention.

She thought to herself that her beloved lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) must be hidden well, and her secret relationship with her lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) must not be exposed, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.