After My Thoughts Were Read, My Master Led Me to Change My Fate - Chapter 72.2

Ning Songwu remembered the woman and quickly stopped her: “Miss Boxue, what happened?”

Boxue was puzzled: “What do you mean, what happened?”

“I just remember fainting that day… and then… what happened next?”

“Oh… you mean that…” Boxue rolled her eyes. “After you fainted, Venerable Ran Fanyin carried you back and has been taking care of you ever since.”

“…That’s all?”

“Uh… right. Your Senior Sister and Senior Brother have both been sent back to Beifa by my Master,” Boxue nodded.

Ning Songwu pressed her hand to her forehead, swallowed, and muttered to herself: “So… I was not dreaming…”

“Your Master is truly good to you. When your injury was severe, she was so anxious she cried. Although she does not talk much, her expression clearly showed how worried she was about you. You were unconscious for two or three days, and she was the one holding you the entire time, feeding you medicine and water…” Boxue suddenly smiled mischievously and leaned closer to Ning Songwu, whispering, “When I went in to deliver medicine once, I even saw her secretly kiss you…”

“Cough…” Ning Songwu blushed and turned her head away.

“And, ah, when your Senior Brother almost carried you away, Venerable Ran Fanyin was so overbearing. She went straight up and snatched you back, and she even said to your Senior Brother with righteous indignation: ‘I love her.’ Her voice was so loud…”

“You heard all of that?” Ning Songwu’s face grew redder, and her heart beat faster and faster.

“Not just me. My Master, your Senior Sister, and of course, your Senior Brother, all heard it clearly. Tsk tsk. I never would have thought that Venerable Ran Fanyin, such a reserved person, would do such an earth-shshattering thing…”

“Enough!” Ning Songwu desperately wanted to cover Boxue’s mouth. She steadied herself, smiled, and shook her head. She then looked at Boxue: “What are you going to do?”

“Go to the kitchen to get something to eat and bring it back.” Boxue rattled the food container in her hand.

“May I go with you?”

“Well… alright. Anyway… the wound on your chest has scabbed over, and after being asleep for so many days, moving around a bit will be good. But remember to wear warm clothes and carry an umbrella. If you get soaked by the snow, the Venerable will surely kill me.” Boxue pouted and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Ning Songwu gathered her clothes, chuckled softly: “I understand. Let us go.”

Ning Songwu and Boxue walked together against the fine snowflakes, struggling through the deep snow towards the kitchen.

What Boxue did not expect was that once they reached the kitchen, Ning Songwu personally cooked several dishes and placed them into the food container. Boxue secretly tasted a little and repeatedly praised the young girl, noting that despite her young age, her cooking skills were excellent.

Boxue and Ning Songwu chatted as they tidied up the items and started to walk back. Perhaps because they had spent a little too long cooking in the kitchen, the snow had stopped falling by the time they returned.

Ran Fanyin was already out of bed. She and Cang Min were together, having swept a patch of snow clear under a crooked neck tree outside the Huaxu Realm Cave. They were brewing tea on a stove while playing chess.

As Ning Songwu and Boxue carried the food container toward the crooked neck tree, Ran Fanyin looked up at Ning Songwu. Her expression remained indifferent, but her ears had begun to turn slightly red.

Boxue smiled at Cang Min: “Master, freshly cooked hot food. Ning Songwu made it herself, too. Hurry up and stop playing chess; let us eat first.”

Cang Min glanced at Ran Fanyin and scoffed: “She made it herself? How would I dare to eat it? A certain person would want to kill me.”

Ning Songwu twitched the corner of her mouth, thinking to herself, this pair of master and apprentice were indeed sharp-tongued.

Ran Fanyin looked at Ning Songwu and spoke faintly: “…Does your injury still hurt? Why did you run to the kitchen to cook instead of resting this morning?”

Cang Min tutted twice: “Aiya, look at that. This old ghost is complaining about you. Why did you leave after sleeping with her without staying to spend more time with her…”

“Cang Min!” Ran Fanyin looked angered, staring coldly at Cang Min.

Ning Songwu walked over and sat down beside Ran Fanyin. Blushing, she quietly took Ran Fanyin’s right hand, habitually rubbing the thin callus on the outer side of her index finger. Her fingertip secretly traced a light line across Ran Fanyin’s palm.

Ran Fanyin felt an unbearable itch in her palm and slightly lowered her head.

“You only know how to be fierce with me. If you have the guts, be fierce with this beauty next to you. Do you have the ability to do that? Hmph, you only know how to bully me.” Cang Min threw the chess piece in her hand, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow at Ran Fanyin.

Ran Fanyin’s lips twitched. She raised a sleeve, unleashing a burst of spiritual energy that shook the leaves above Cang Min’s head. The accumulated snow on the leaves instantly cascaded down, pouring onto Cang Min’s head and down her clothes, chilling her with a shudder.

“Ran Fanyin!!!” Cang Min stood up in a rage, constantly shaking the snow off her collar and hair. Seeing Ran Fanyin’s expression, she became even angrier: “Why are you holding back! Your eyes and eyebrows are smiling. I haven’t just met you today!” Ran Fanyin curved her lips, holding a faint smile, and looked mildly at Cang Min.

Cang Min huffed. She suddenly bent down, quickly rolled a snowball, and hurled it straight at Ran Fanyin’s face.

“Pfft——-”

The incident was so sudden that Ning Songwu was stunned, and Ran Fanyin did not have time to dodge. She was hit by the snowball, which shattered all over her face. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were covered in snow fragments. The snow grit dripped down her face and neck, making her look quite disheveled.

Ran Fanyin froze for a moment, then looked coldly at Cang Min, as if she could kill her with her eyes alone.

Cang Min couldn’t help but shrink her neck.

Boxue quickly stepped forward to mediate: “Alright, alright. If we delay any longer, the food will be completely cold. Ning Songwu will have cooked it for nothing.”

Ning Songwu quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe Ran Fanyin’s face clean. She also helped put away the chessboard and arranged the food on the table.

Boxue also sat down. The four people were perfectly gathered around the small table. It was a little crowded, but it felt warm and lively.

Ning Songwu was arranging the bowls and chopsticks when Ran Fanyin’s cool hand suddenly reached out and took hers.

Ning Songwu quickly looked at Ran Fanyin: “Master, what is wrong?”

Ran Fanyin’s expression was awkward, her ears were very red. She slightly leaned forward, closer to Ning Songwu’s ear, and whispered, “Snow got inside my collar. I cannot reach it.”

When Ran Fanyin said this, her expression was extremely serious, yet her ears were so red that it inspired pity in anyone who saw her.

Ning Songwu burst into a soft laugh. She put down what was in her hands, shifted her position, and knelt up. She brushed Ran Fanyin’s dark, long hair forward over her chest, carefully lifted the fur collar behind Ran Fanyin’s neck, and meticulously brushed out the crushed snow inside.

Some of the snow had already melted, and the exposed, creamy skin underneath was slightly red from the cold. Ning Songwu lowered her head and gently breathed a puff of warm air onto the back of Ran Fanyin’s neck.

“Warmer now?”

A slight blush crept onto Ran Fanyin’s cheeks. She did not answer, but held Ning Songwu’s hand and made her sit back down beside her.

She did not want to let go of Ning Songwu’s hand, so she simply picked up her chopsticks with her left hand to eat.

Ning Songwu had a strange feeling every time Ran Fanyin picked up food, but she did not know why. After thinking for a long time, Ning Songwu suddenly realized: Master was using her left hand. No wonder Master seemed somewhat clumsy while eating today…

Ning Songwu suppressed her laughter, held Ran Fanyin’s hand even tighter, and constantly helped Ran Fanyin pick up food for her.

Cang Min took a sip of tea while eating: “How are these dishes all so sweet?”

Boxue also nodded repeatedly: “Yes, yes. Four out of the six dishes are quite sweet. Ning Songwu, do you like eating sweets that much?”

Ning Songwu smiled and glanced at Ran Fanyin: “Does Master find it delicious?”

“Good,” Ran Fanyin nodded, satisfied. The dishes indeed suited her taste.

Ning Songwu’s smile deepened. She had barely eaten a few bites herself, busy only with serving Ran Fanyin:

“Then I will often cook for Master from now on.”