Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

The cold pool is surrounded by a forest of rocks outside the Taichen Palace.

It is extremely cold here and few people set foot here.

Before Jiang Ruan stepped onto the grass within the cold pool, she felt a chill coming over her. Waves of white cold air passed by her. One could imagine how cold the inside of the cold pool was.

"...Ruan Ruan, don't go..."

A weak voice, almost imperceptible, sounded in Jiang Ruan's ears. She stopped and looked around, but saw no one.

"Who is it?" she asked tentatively.

No voice answered her.

When she moved forward again, the voice sounded again: "...Don't go..."

It was an extremely weak male voice. Jiang Ruan felt that the voice was familiar, but she couldn't tell whose voice it was. It was because the voice was too weak and ethereal, and it dissipated with the mist before she could distinguish it.

In the cold pool, the strong chest was shrouded in white cold air and was barely visible. The white hair spread out in the water, blocking the underwater scenery. Donghua, who had closed his eyes to practice, opened his eyes.

He sensed Mo Yuan's presence.

Although it was extremely weak and the soul power only appeared for a moment, he could definitely feel it.

At the same time, he also felt Jiang Ruan's arrival.

"Aruan, don't come in."

Jiang Ruan heard Donghua's cold voice as if he was suppressing something.

Jiang Ruan stopped and waited outside the cold pool.

The water in the cold pool was icy and quiet. When Donghua stood up, ripples spread out. Water droplets from the ends of his hair fell into the ripples, as if flowers were blooming on the water's surface.

Wearing a white robe with a purple outer robe, Donghua walked out from among the rocks.

Although his hair was soaked and still dripping with water, and his clothes were stained with moisture, it did not diminish his handsomeness in the slightest. Instead, he looked even more cold and abstinent. When those eyes, which were filled with moisture as if suppressing something, looked at him, Jiang Ruan's heart skipped a beat.

She felt that Donghua was in great danger now!

Unable to sense Mo Yuan's presence, Donghua asked Jiang Ruan, "The cold pool is piercing. Why are you here?"

Jiang Ruan spoke frankly: "Si Ming said you were sick but didn't want me to know, so I came to take your pulse."

"But...why did you choose to soak in the cold pool?"

Jiang Ruan was puzzled. Logically speaking, Donghua was weak and should have gradually recovered after treatment with warming and nourishing medicines. Why did his current symptoms seem more like those of excessive dryness and heat?

Donghua nodded and reached out to feel Jiang Ruan's pulse.

As soon as Jiang Ruan's fingertips touched Donghua's wrist, he felt his whole body burning. When Donghua touched Jiang Ruan's slightly cool fingertips, he just wanted to get closer, let her whole hand touch him, to relieve the heat in his heart.

But he suppressed his inner thoughts and held back.

The more Jiang Ruan checked Donghua's pulse, the more her expression froze. She frowned and looked at Donghua's face, which was still red but moist.

The body that had endured the thunderbolt had almost recovered, and everything was normal except for the excessive heat. This was because... he had taken the healing tonic...

Jiang Ruan quickly released her hand from Donghua's wrist.

The coolness left, and Donghua subconsciously grabbed it, wrapping the delicate, boneless, white little hand in his palm.

Jiang Ruan wanted to pull her hand out, but she couldn't. Helplessly, she could only remind Donghua with an unsteady breath: "Let me go."

"But..." Donghua lowered his eyes, a look of loneliness and vulnerability on his face: "I'm so hot...Aruan still wants me to soak in the cold pool?"

He walked closer, staring at Jiang Ruan, who had reached his shoulder and turned away, "I felt bad for you, Ruan. I didn't want you to get caught in the cold, so I called you back. But why did you give me this tonic? Don't you trust me?"

"..." Jiang Ruan was forced to retreat continuously. When her body touched the hard stone, she realized that there was a big rock behind her and she could not retreat anymore.

"No..." She didn't dare to say too much, fearing that Donghua would lose control, so she could only try her best to divert his attention: "Si Ming said that your internal organs were damaged, and I heard from Zhe Yan that your kidneys seemed to be severely damaged. I asked the King of Medicine and he said the same thing... That's why I thought..."

"Aruan is very concerned about my health?"

The cool fragrance mixed with Jiang Ruan's body kept drilling into Donghua's nose. Donghua frowned, and his veins popped up before he suppressed the restlessness in his body. Even so, his consciousness could not stop looking at Jiang Ruan's white neck and small earlobes.

"You are a patient, so naturally I want you to recover." Jiang Ruan wanted to resist and push Donghua away, but for some reason her body was so weak that she couldn't even break free from his hand.

Furthermore, there was a natural disparity in body size between men and women. Donghua was usually very polite, so Jiang Ruan didn't pay much attention to his size. But when he stood before her, so close, she realized how tall he was, completely shrouding her in his shadow...

Donghua's eyes were deep, and his words were whispered, "But now, it seems that the treatment has gone too far."

The more he talked to Jiang Ruan, the more he wanted to get closer, and the closer he got, the more he wanted to imprint something on that whiteness.

"Aruan, I feel really bad... The water in the cold pool is cold, but my body is so hot..."

Donghua's voice was so close to her ear, tingling and itchy like the sound of his soft breathing beside her ear. Jiang Ruan felt weak and glanced to the side, only to find that the distance she had managed to keep was being shamelessly approached by the other party.

She placed her free hand on Donghua's chest and said to him, trying to remain calm, "Calm down..."

"..." Donghua groaned in pain, his eyes becoming increasingly dark and hazy. "But the drug is too strong, Ruan, what should I do?"

It was like a lover's whisper falling into her ears, and Jiang Ruan was about to cry.

She pressed her hand against Donghua's chest, "It was Zheyan, Siming, and Yaowang... that caused things to become like this. Why don't you go beat them up and vent your anger?"

"I want to beat them up, too." Donghua leaned closer, pulling her tightly into his arms. "But I don't have any intention of actually doing it right now. How about Ruan help me?"

When he got close to Jiang Ruan, he sensed a spiritual force that wanted to stop his movements.

It belongs to Mo Yuan. Although it is weak, it is definitely Mo Yuan's.

Mo Yuan's soul is in Ah Ruan's body? Donghua's eyes, filled with entangled affection, suddenly became clear, and he couldn't help but clench his hands on the stone wall behind Jiang Ruan.

When did this happen? And how did a wisp of Mo Yuan's soul enter A Ruan's body?

Seeing Donghua pause and seem to have regained his composure, Jiang Ruan decided to help him.

Donghua suddenly felt a sharp pain and frowned slightly, looking at the place where the silver needle was inserted on his palm.

"A Ruan?" He looked at Jiang Ruan with a broken expression, feeling sad and upset.

Jiang Ruan looked at him and asked with concern: "Do you feel more awake?"

Donghua nodded, took a step back, and took the initiative to distance himself from Jiang Ruan: "I just felt the residual soul of Mo Yuan in your body."

It seems that he not only wants to beat up Zhe Yan, but also wants to have a big fight with Mo Yuan...

However, only a remnant of Mo Yuan's soul is left now, and he is not proficient in medical skills. To be safe, he needs to find Zheyan to discuss countermeasures.