Published: February 24, 2025
Chapter 89: A Touch of Tenderness
Ten days later.
The night was deep, and the bright moon hung in the sky, casting its pure light across the mountains.
“Aw!”
“Aw…”
A pack of first-level adult demon wolves gathered outside a cave dwelling, their eyes fixed hungrily on the flickering campfire.
“Whoosh!”
A beautiful figure in a white skirt swept out from the cave, standing gracefully before the wolf pack. She coldly scanned the wolves, instantly releasing the aura of the first level of fetal soul realm, and at once, the wolves tucked in their tails and fled in terror!
The white skirt girl was none other than Zhong Wu Shiyao. Ten days ago, she had flown thirteen thousand miles using sword control, arriving at this spot, where she opened a cave dwelling and settled Tan Yun inside.
Now, ten days had passed, and Tan Yun, whose soul had suffered severe damage, remained in a coma.
Zhong Wu Shiyao gazed at the retreating figures of the wolves, her beautiful eyes revealing deep sorrow.
She thought back to her infant self, discovered by her adoptive father in a wolf den. She recalled the faces of her adoptive parents, who had doted on her during their lifetimes.
However, all of that had vanished when she turned five years old.
She stared blankly at the night sky, hating her biological parents for abandoning her, while reminiscing about her late adoptive father and mother.
Beneath the moonlight, a single tear slid down Zhong Wu Shiyao's cheek. She trembled at the corners of her mouth, her voice shaking severely, “Dad, Mom, I miss you so much. I want to return to my childhood… I want to be back in your arms.”
“Mom… I’m so tired of living now…” Zhong Wu Shiyao knelt toward the western night sky. That was the direction of her hometown.
Her tears flowed like a stream, and her heart-wrenching, helpless appearance stirred a strong desire for protection in anyone who saw her.
“Mom, do you know? I’m feeling so lost right now.” Zhong Wu Shiyao's eyes were filled with tears, “I’ve fallen for a man who saved my life. His name is Tan Yun, but… sob… but he has an irreconcilable feud with my sworn brother.”
“Mom, if you have any spirit in the heavens, please tell me what I should do… What should I do…”
At this moment, Tan Yun lay in the flickering cave dwelling, in a daze, hearing the woman’s cries.
Although his physical wounds had healed over the past ten days, his soul remained severely injured. He felt his eyelids weigh like mountains, unable to open, but he clearly heard the woman’s sobs:
“Mom, I’ve never liked anyone until I met him. Even though he already has someone he likes, I’m so sad, yet I still can’t forget him… sob…”
“Mom, can you hear me? I really feel so much pain… sob… Liu Rulong is my only family now, and Tan Yun is the person I love the most. I truly don’t wish for either of them to die…”
“sob… I lost you both when I was five; I really can’t lose them now…”
Under the night sky, Zhong Wu Shiyao resembled a homeless child, squatting on the ground, holding her head and crying.
She truly felt heartbroken!
Feeling helpless, she didn’t know how to resolve the feud between Tan Yun and Liu Rulong.
Time passed second by second, and after an unknown duration, Zhong Wu Shiyao perhaps grew tired of crying. She shook her shoulders, wiped her tears, and absentmindedly walked back into the cave.
Her silhouette was beautiful and lonely.
So lonely that it made one feel heartache!
The cave dwelling was five zhang square, with a stone bed carved out. Tan Yun lay quietly on it, breathing weakly, his pale lips slightly cracked at this moment.
“Thirsty…” A weak voice escaped from Tan Yun's cracked lips.
“Okay, just wait.” Zhong Wu Shiyao trembled and hurried towards the corner of the cave.
In the corner were a stone bowl and a stone bucket that Zhong Wu Shiyao had carved with her sword. Thinking of Tan Yun, dressed in clean white undergarments, and his untainted face, it was clear that she had been taking great care of him these past days.