Mu Xue and Mu Xue

At noon on the third day, sunlight shone through the carved window lattices, casting mottled light and shadows, and Mu Xue slowly woke up.

No, she should be called Mu Xue now.

Mu Xue found it difficult to face the cruel reality that Lin Mo was no longer around. Like a frightened snail, she hid herself deep in her shell and sealed herself off.

Mu Xue slowly sat up from the soft bed, her movements somewhat hesitant and confused.

Ziyuan stayed by the bedside, never leaving.

She was drowsy, but woke up suddenly the moment Mu Xue sat up, her eyes lit up with surprise.

The next second, she pounced on Mu Xue like a gust of wind, and hugged her tightly in her arms, with such strength that it seemed as if she wanted to rub Mu Xue into her body.

"Xue'er! Xue'er, you finally woke up!" Ziyuan's voice was filled with tears and trembling, "Do you know that I was almost worried to death about you!" Tears slid down her cheeks uncontrollably, dripping onto Mu Xue's shoulder, leaving a small wet mark.

Mu Xue's body stiffened and she subconsciously wanted to push away, but after hesitating for a moment, she slowly raised her hand and gently hugged Zi Yuan back.

She didn't know why she behaved like this. Perhaps it was influenced by her sister's past feelings, or perhaps it was just an instinctive reaction of her body.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, time seemed to stand still, the hustle and bustle of the outside world had nothing to do with them, only each other's breathing and heartbeats intertwined.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Xue's stomach made an inopportune "gurgling" sound, and the sound was particularly clear in the silent room.

After hearing this, Ziyuan reluctantly let go of Mu Xue's arms. There were still traces of tears on her face and her eyes were red, but she forced a smile: "Xue'er, are you hungry? Just wait here, I'll make you something delicious!" After that, she raised her hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks, tapped the ground with her toes, and turned into a stream of light and flew out of the house.

Mu Xue stared at the direction where Ziyuan flew away, her eyes empty. No one could guess what she was thinking.

After a while, Ziyuan came back.

She was very fast. As soon as she entered the house, she rushed to Mu Xue's side without stopping.

She raised her hand slightly and stretched out her palm. With a flash of silver light, a plate of tempting chicken legs appeared.

Steam rises from the plate, and the chicken legs are evenly sprinkled with various seasonings, shiny and oily, making people salivate just by looking at them.

Mu Xue was not wearing any clothes because she was going to have acupuncture treatment.

Fortunately, the Imperial Hospital is equipped with a sophisticated temperature-regulating array, so even so, one will not feel the slightest bit of cold.

She didn't care about anything else and just sat up and reached out to take the chicken leg in Ziyuan's hand.

Mu Xue picked up a chicken leg with one hand and started to gobble it up impatiently.

She hadn't eaten for three days and was already starving. The aroma of the food made her instinctively want to feast on it.

The chicken is tender and juicy. The aroma of the seasoning explodes in your mouth as soon as you take a bite.

In this way, one of them sat on the bed, holding a chicken leg in one hand and eating heartily; the other sat on the edge of the bed, holding the plate steadily with one hand, supporting his chin with the other hand, tilting his head, looking at Mu Xue with tenderness in his eyes.

After Mu Xue finished eating a chicken leg, she was about to reach out for the second one.

At this time, Ziyuan took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he had made some important decision.

Then, she calmed herself down, her tone became serious, and she slowly said, "You're not the Xue'er I know, are you?"

Mu Xue's eating of the chicken leg suddenly paused, with the chicken leg hanging in the air. After a few seconds, she seemed to come back to her senses, and soon she continued eating, but her chewing speed was obviously slower.

"Yeah." She said it softly without saying much. She just responded simply, as if she acquiesced to the fact, but also as if she was trying hard to hide something.

"Then what should I call you?" After getting the expected but complicated answer, Ziyuan's expression did not change much. She still looked at Mu Xue on the bed with a smile on her face. There was tolerance and curiosity in that smile.

Mu Xue paused again. In this brief moment, she seemed to be quickly organizing her thoughts and words in her mind.

After a few breaths, she swallowed the food in her mouth and said slowly: "I am her sister, my name is Mu Xue."

Her words were concise and clear. After she finished speaking, she couldn't wait to take a bite of the chicken leg. Her cheeks were bulging, and it seemed that she was extremely hungry.

"Then you..." Ziyuan started to speak, but her voice unconsciously lowered, as if it was difficult to say it.

She hesitated for a moment, her hands unconsciously tugging at the corners of her clothes, then she mustered up the courage and continued, "Then can you tell me, how is my Xueer?" She leaned forward slightly, her eyes full of expectation and worry, almost with a pleading tone, and there was a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

"She is in a state of self-isolation because she is too sad." Mu Xue did not pause this time, because she had finished eating the chicken legs in her hand. As she spoke, she took two more from the plate in Ziyuan's hand. Her movements were natural and smooth, as if she was talking about just an ordinary little thing.

After Ziyuan got this answer, he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

She sat there quietly, maintaining her original posture, with a smile still on her face, but that smile now contained a hint of loneliness and sadness.

Her eyes were always on Mu Xue, but her thoughts had already drifted away, her mind filled with every moment she spent with Xue'er.

Soon, Mu Xue finished the whole plate of chicken legs like a whirlwind.

Ziyuan seemed to come back to his senses and subconsciously took out a few plump white buns from the storage space and handed them to Mu Xue.

Mu Xue didn't hesitate, took it and started eating. Just like that, one kept taking, the other kept eating. The two "strangers" actually got along quite well in this seemingly simple interaction. The only sound in the room was the occasional subtle noise made by Mu Xue eating.

After Mu Xue had eaten and drunk her fill, she crossed her legs and sat cross-legged, ready to start practicing.

She closed her eyes, and the aura around her gradually calmed down, and she entered a state of cultivation.

Ziyuan, who was standing beside her, saw that she was going to practice, and understood that it was not appropriate to disturb her at this moment, so she sighed softly, stood up and slowly walked to the door, opened the door, and walked very lightly for fear of making any noise, and then left the Imperial Hospital.

After Ziyuan walked out of the Imperial Hospital, she looked up at the sky. The sunlight was a little dazzling, so she raised her hand to block it.

Her mood was really hard to describe. It was good, after all, Xue'er woke up, but it was not good either, because the person in front of her was not the Xue'er she was familiar with.

Her heart is now like a tangled mess, impossible to sort out or cut.

"I'd better find a quiet place first." Ziyuan thought to himself, then he tapped the ground with his toes, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and flew directly out of Huayan City.

Along the way, the wind whistled in her ears, but she turned a deaf ear to it, her heart full of confusion and bewilderment.

After seeing Ziyuan leave, Mu Xue quietly opened her eyes.

A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes. She knew in her heart that if Ziyuan were there, she would definitely not let her leave the Imperial Hospital.

Just as she quickly got out of bed and was about to take action, she suddenly realized something very important... She looked down at herself. She had not worn any clothes during the acupuncture. Although the Imperial Hospital's magic circle could regulate the temperature, how could she leave so naked? This made her feel troubled.