Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Ji Lingruo didn’t stay by the Lotus Pool all night; she politely declined He Shutong’s invitation to stay and chose to return to the courtyard to face reality directly.

If she couldn’t bear even this, how could they continue to get along in the future?

Walking on the road, the goose-feather-like snow continued to fall, already forming a thin layer on the ground.

Ji Lingruo looked toward her senior brother’s room, but even the candles were out, and through the window lattice, she could only see darkness.

But she knew this didn’t mean the person inside had given up; on the contrary, it meant that the person inside was too busy to light another red candle.

In the snow-covered courtyard, a long-lasting, faint humming echoed, making Ji Lingruo’s face flush.

When caught in deep feelings herself, she couldn’t help but moan, not realizing the shyness. Now hearing others, she realized how enticing such a sound could be, even if this restrained voice was somewhat monotonous.

When Wangshu usually spoke to others, most of the time she would answer with just an ’um’, and if more excited, with ’um um’.

Ji Lingruo secretly criticized that her senior sister still spoke too little. In times like these, she indeed ran out of words, still only managing ’um um um’, without even a single ’ah’.

Thinking this way, didn’t my hums sound more lively and pleasant?

Sis was transformed from a spirit to a human, surely lacking experience... If truly compared, it’s likely she’s more suited for Dual Cultivation with me...

Ptooey, ptooey, why am I even comparing myself with my sister?

Comparing and comparing, didn’t this greedy senior brother end up being the one to benefit?

Ji Lingruo quickly shook her little head to shake off these competitive thoughts.

Yet when she returned to her senses, she found herself unconsciously standing in front of You Su’s room, as if she instinctively intended to enter.

She suddenly felt both ashamed and annoyed, wondering what was wrong with her.

But then she thought, her senior sister being a newlywed must be lacking in knowledge. Whether as the ’chief wife’ or as a junior sister, shouldn’t she offer some guidance? Wait, why does this sound like being a maidservant?

She hesitated, hand raised.

But in the end, she deflated, afraid to face such a scene directly and not willing to disturb others on their wedding night.

So she scampered back to her room, shutting the doors and windows tightly, afraid the sounds might travel in.

Her face burned, even though she was willing, a slight feeling of injustice lingered in her heart. So she took out a sheet of letter paper and began to grind ink.

She hadn’t replied to her sister’s letter yet, and now she finally knew what to write—she decided to tattle.

She could see that her senior brother hadn’t forgotten her sister. Though it seemed like her sister and her brother were distant, in reality, her sister held a high place in his heart.

She had also noticed the look in his eyes when talking about her sister. It was a very special look, as if meeting a worthy opponent, and yet, also like finding a kindred spirit.

"You’re not afraid of me? Then let my sister come to discipline you and see if you dare to be so greedy in the future."

Ji Lingruo wrote with great inspiration, having the air of someone wronged seeking help from her maternal family.

Her wording, however, didn’t defame her senior sister’s image but rather magnified You Su’s greed.

Meanwhile, inside the room, You Su had no idea his junior sister was already preparing to find help to curb his ambition; he was engrossed in a fierce battle.

He couldn’t see his opponent, yet he knew it was a tiger, a white jade tiger.

In the beginning, he could barely maintain an upper hand in the battle, naively thinking he could tame the fierce tiger. However, the resilience of this white tiger was beyond his imagination.

It possessed unprecedented learning and adaptability, running in the snow-laden valley, transforming from prey into a predator, turning on You Su, chasing him until he fled in all directions, trying to swallow him whole.

As it turns out, no matter how rich the theoretical knowledge, it couldn’t make up for the gap in physical strength.

You Su possessed the Power of Tai Sui, with an impressive physique; yet he still couldn’t overcome the chasm between the Middle Feather Transformation Realm and the Condensed Water Lower Realm.

You Su leaned against the corner of the bed, letting out a long groan.

"Junior brother, are you tired?"

In the deep, dark night, only a pair of bright blue eyes glistened, shimmering with bewildered excitement.

"No, not at all," You Su gritted his teeth.

"But how come...?"

"It’s alright... Let me catch my breath for a moment."

"Oh... Was I too heavy-handed?"

"Hehe, senior sister is still far from it..."

...

The whole night, Ji Lingruo couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning in bed. By daybreak, tired and restless, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"Junior sister?"

Surprisingly, it was her senior sister seeking her out.

Rubbing her tired eyes, she couldn’t figure out the reason for her senior sister’s visit, so she opened the door for her.

Wangshu had changed into new clothes, a dress of intertwined blue and white. The girl’s naturally clear eyes seemed evasive, even her usually proudly held head had lowered, as if fearful of something.

"What’s the matter, senior sister?"

"Junior sister... I have a question to ask you..."

Wangshu quietly closed the door.

Ji Lingruo slightly raised her brows, secretly puffing out her chest and lifting her head:

"Senior sister, just ask what you want to know."

In moments like these, she boldly guessed, the question must concern Dual Cultivation.

As a senior, she should generously offer her senior sister guidance, the perfect chance to establish an image of ’profound knowledge’ in front of her senior sister.

"Um... Junior sister, have you ever Dual Cultivated with junior brother?"

A touch of blush swept across Ji Lingruo’s face. She thought how rapidly the subjects of their conversations had evolved; what once limited to children’s banter had overnight turned into intimate discussions between women.