Feng Weilan lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow on his pale face, carrying a hint of submissive guilt and an imperceptible sense of reliance.
He gently shifted his body, enduring the soreness as he bit by bit inched toward Feng Qingping, eventually sitting down right beside her.
His movements were minimal, yet they exuded a cautious desire for closeness.
The others in the cave—Jiang Yifan, Zhu Yinxi, Duan Xianxing, Ling Suxin, including the newly joined Liu Qingyang—were all discerning enough to silently move a short distance away. Some pretended to close their eyes to adjust their breathing, while others lowered their heads to organize their belongings, leaving sufficient space for the two of them.
Even the most boisterous one, Duan Xianxing, had become unusually quiet at this moment, only stealing glances with the corners of his eyes.
Meanwhile, Li Nanzhu's heart was already boiling with excitement!
She tightly gripped Liu Qingyang's sleeve beside her, shaking it forcefully yet silently. Her large eyes were incredibly bright as she secretly scanned back and forth between Feng Weilan and Feng Qingping, screaming inwardly.
'I knew it! Senior Brother Six would definitely coax Senior Sister Five! That aggrieved little gaze! Those little movements to silently get closer!'
Liu Qingyang was pulled into a stumble by Li Nanzhu. He looked with a face full of grievance at the sleeve of his finely made Water Moon Sect disciple robes, which had already been crumpled into a mess by Li Nanzhu's grip.
He wanted to weep but had no tears, wailing in his heart: 'My new clothes! Nanzhu, be as excited as you want, but can you please not grab my sleeve? It’s very expensive!'
However, he didn't dare to break free or make a sound, only able to endure Li Nanzhu's rough handling with a bitter face.
As for why Li Nanzhu didn't grab her own senior brother's sleeve?
Nonsense!
The cost of the Five Elements Dao Sect disciple robes was much higher; how could they withstand such pulling?
It wouldn't be cost-effective to ruin them!
Liu Qingyang's clothes were much more durable...
In the center of the cave, Feng Qingping still didn't speak. She just quietly looked at Feng Weiilan, who had inched toward her side. Her gaze was calm but carried an invisible pressure.
Feng Weilan did not avoid her gaze, looking up at her as well.
His eyes no longer held their usual playfulness and unruliness; only sincere apology, a trace of lingering fear, and total trust remained.
He knew he had made Feng Qingping worry this time. Compared to the competition, safety was the top priority.
He didn't need to explain now; he only needed to let her see his attitude of admitting his mistake.
Seeing that Feng Qingping didn't react, Feng Weilan hesitated for a moment before reaching out with his uninjured hand to gently tug at the sleeve of Feng Qingping's robe hanging by her side.
The movement was very light, carrying a hint of testing and acting like a spoiled child.
Feng Qingping's eyes flickered slightly, but her face remained expressionless. She simply turned her wrist slightly, dispassionately pulling her sleeve out of Feng Weilan's hand.
Her action was decisive, carrying a touch of unquestionable coldness.
Feng Weilan's hand froze in mid-air. His eyes dimmed for an instant, a flash of disappointment passing through them, but he did not give up.
He pursed his lips and reached out again. This time, instead of tugging, he gently grabbed Feng Qingping's wrist. His fingers were somewhat cold due to weakness, yet they held on with a stubborn strength.
"Qingping..." he called out softly, his voice raspy and nasal, sounding quite pitiful.
Feng Qingping's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
She could clearly feel the coolness of Feng Weilan's fingertips and their slight trembling.
She lowered her gaze, looking at the hand tightly gripping her wrist. The joints were distinct, though the hand appeared somewhat pale from blood loss.
Raising her eyes again, she met Feng Weilan's eyes, which were written all over with: 'I know I was wrong, please don't ignore me.'
After a long time, just as Feng Weilan thought Feng Qingping would shake off his hand again and his heart began to sink, Feng Qingping let out an almost inaudible sigh.
This sigh was as light as a feather brushing across the water, yet it caused Feng Weilan's eyes to brighten instantly!
Feng Qingping did not withdraw her hand. Instead, she reached out with her other hand and placed it over the back of Feng Weilan's hand that was gripping her wrist.
Her palm was warm and dry, carrying a power that could steady one's heart.
She gently patted the back of his hand. Her tone was still calm, but it no longer held the previous coldness: "Concentrate your mind and guide qi back to its origin. Do not let your thoughts wander."
Although she didn't explicitly state her forgiveness, this soothing gesture and softened tone already indicated her attitude.
A great weight was lifted from Feng Weilan's heart. A relieved smile immediately blossomed on his face as he nodded gently.
"Mhm."
He immediately closed his eyes obediently and began to focus on guiding the medicinal power. This time, his heart was completely at peace.
Watching him finally settle down, the last bit of tension deep in Feng Qingping's eyes slowly relaxed.
She allowed Feng Weilan to keep holding her wrist while her other hand continued to help him comb through the somewhat chaotic spiritual energy in his body.
Witnessing the reconciliation of these two, Li Nanzhu was so excited she almost jumped up. She finally let go of Liu Qingyang's battered sleeve and held her hands to her heart with a satisfied expression.
Liu Qingyang hurriedly and distressedly smoothed out the wrinkles in his sleeve, letting out a long sigh of relief.
But Li Nanzhu's bright eyes were still darting back and forth between Feng Weilan and Feng Qingping, her heart filled with a thousand emotions.
At this moment, she finally fully understood why in the original story, Feng Weilan was called a mad dog by readers, rather than a lone wolf or a fierce tiger.
Isn't the scene before her eyes a living example?
Normally, what did Feng Weilan look like in front of everyone?
He was a man of few words, speaking as little as possible. His handsome face was always cold, and his entire being radiated an aura that warned strangers not to approach.
He was like a solitary lone wolf or a newly unsheathed sharp sword—sharp, brilliant, and difficult to get close to.
Aside from necessary communication, he almost never took the initiative to interact with others, let alone show any soft expressions.
But!
What about in front of Feng Qingping?
Who was that person with watery eyes, full of grievance and a desire to please, who cautiously inched over, gently tugged at a sleeve, and wouldn't give up even after being brushed off, stubbornly grabbing a wrist and calling 'Qingping' in a humble voice?!
Where was that solitary lone wolf?
This was clearly a large dog that had done something wrong, feared being abandoned by its master, and was desperately wagging its tail to please her, looking on with puppy-dog eyes for forgiveness!
A large dog that looked fierce on the outside but was extremely dependent on its master on the inside!
And that eye contact just now—don't people say that for humans, eye contact is a spiritual kiss without emotion?!
She stole a glance at Feng Weilan, who was currently closing his eyes to adjust his breathing while his hand was still covered by Feng Qingping's. The expression of total trust and peace on his face formed a stark contrast with his usual image.
Li Nanzhu desperately controlled her expression before looking at Feng Qingping.
Senior Sister Five still maintained that calm and indifferent look, but Li Nanzhu could sense that the coldness lingering around her due to Feng Weilan's heavy injury had quietly dissipated.
In its place was a gentle aura that carried a sense of protection.
She allowed Feng Weilan to hold her wrist, while her other hand continued to help him organize his spiritual energy, her movements gentle and focused.
'One is willing to strike, the other is willing to suffer—a perfect match!'
Li Nanzhu reached her final conclusion and withdrew her gaze contentedly, feeling that the couple she was shipping had reached a new height of sweetness.
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