Should she love that girl from Luodu very much?
Shen Manyun felt that the word “should” should be removed from the answer to this question.
She just loved her very much.
She didn’t answer Xinglan’s words because Yan Feiguang had already gotten up and come outside the study.
He said from under the eaves, “Come down.”
Xinglan obediently put the roof tiles back in place and jumped down.
Shen Manyun sat there blankly, thinking about how she should get down.
Yan Feiguang looked up at her. She sat on the roof, a crescent moon hanging above her head, holding his clothes in her arms.
A cloud of misty white air carried her down. Shen Manyun lowered her head, not daring to look at Yan Feiguang.
She could only observe his hands. He was wearing loose casual clothes, and his bandaged wrist was exposed beneath the wide white sleeves.
“She wanted to see you-” Xinglan had indeed betrayed Shen Manyun.
Shen Manyun took half a step back, opened her lips, wanting to say it wasn’t true, but couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Didn’t she want to see him? Of course, she wanted to see him. She had read every word about Yan Feiguang in the book carefully.
If she had the chance, of course, she would want to see him.
“What are you doing bringing people over?” Yan Feiguang glanced at Xinglan. “Is this how you act when your injuries are healed?”
“Yan Feiguang, your clothes…” Shen Manyun handed over the cloak she had repaired.
When Yan Feiguang saw Shen Manyun handing over the cloak, his cold, sharp gaze softened slightly, and he took the clothes.
“It’s been mended,” Shen Manyun said.
“I’m a tailor.”
There were also tailors in Wuwang City, but none of them had eyes as keen as Shen Manyun’s.
“Good,” Yan Feiguang replied.
The study behind him was lit, and in the soft, golden light, the brocade box that was to be given to the female lead was still sitting squarely on the table.
Shen Manyun felt like she had intruded into someone else’s world, feeling somewhat presumptuous and lost.
“I’ll go back to the clinic,” Shen Manyun said immediately.
It was magical how her gaze was always glued to Yan Feiguang. She turned around, wanting to escape from here.
“Do you know the way?” Yan Feiguang stopped her.
Of course, Shen Manyun didn’t know the way. Xinglan had flown when he brought her here, and she was afraid of heights, so she didn’t dare to look down.
Xinglan was very well-behaved beside Yan Feiguang, hiding behind him without saying a word.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed Xinglan’s wrist and pulled him forward until he came to Shen Manyun’s side.
Shen Manyun felt a large shadow looming over her, without any sense of oppression, only warmth and generosity.
Such a young person, clearly still bearing the traces of youth on his face, was determined to protect everyone around him.
Yan Feiguang led Shen Manyun back to the clinic. He walked ahead, and Xinglan, beside him, brought his eyeball in front of Shen Manyun and whispered to her.
“See, nothing happened, right?” Xinglan said to her. “The City Lord is very good.”
Shen Manyun nodded. She thought, she knew.
Yan Feiguang pulled Xinglan’s eyeball back.
It was raining when they came to Wuwang City, but now it had cleared up. Shen Manyun strolled along the quiet street, finally daring to observe the surrounding buildings.
In the night, the buildings in Wuwang City inexplicably shimmered with a faint, mist-like light. Perhaps it was the moonlight?
“Is it the moonlight?” Shen Manyun asked softly, wanting to learn more about the details of this world.
“It’s not the moonlight, it’s dreamstone,” Yan Feiguang replied. “Only city walls built with this kind of stone can withstand the wild spiritual storms.”
“Following the buildings built with dreamstone will prevent you from getting lost in the wilderness. The snow season is coming, and the spiritual storms will be more frequent.”
“Ordinary people have fragile spiritual senses. If they encounter a spiritual storm, they will be deprived of their consciousness. Once it snows, don’t leave the city anymore.”
Yan Feiguang reminded Shen Manyun. Shen Manyun squinted and looked towards the outside of the city. She didn’t expect there to be so many dangers in the wilderness.
That’s right, not to mention the spiritual storms, even a random beast outside the city could take her life.
“Okay,” she replied.
Then there was a silent silence, with only the soft footsteps of the three of them and the rustling of the wind.
Back at the clinic, Yan Feiguang dragged Xinglan back to his room, telling him not to disturb others.
Shen Manyun returned to her room to rest. A cold wind suddenly swept through the cold night, and she remembered that she had left the window open when she left earlier.
She walked barefoot to close the window, and outside the window, she saw Yan Feiguang walking out of the clinic alone.
When they came, there were three people, silent but with company. When he left, he was alone.
The moonlight stretched his shadow long and thin. In the illusory light reflected by the dreamstone, he unfolded the black cloak draped over his forearm.
The cloak, like black crow feathers, unfurled in the moonlight. Yan Feiguang grabbed the corner that Shen Manyun had accidentally torn.
Confirming that it was intact, he put the cloak on and walked into the depths of the night.
Shen Manyun kept staring at his back until his figure was about to disappear.
Suddenly, she came back to her senses and felt that she was being inappropriate.
So she withdrew her gaze and hurriedly closed the window, her feet already freezing.
Yan Feiguang, who was about to turn the corner ahead, seemed to realize something. He stopped and looked back.
He saw the closed window in the moonlight.
Shen Manyun’s injuries healed in a few days. The medicine in this world was very effective.
Song Yuchen gave her some money, telling her that she could first rent a room in the city’s inn, and then consider renting or buying a house after settling down.
“I’ll pay you back when I earn money,” Shen Manyun thanked Song Yuchen.
“It wasn’t me who gave it to you,” Song Yuchen said with a smile. “It was the City Lord who told me to. Last time you helped him treat Xinglan’s injuries, he hasn’t given you a reward yet.”
“He saved me, so there’s no need… I’ll pay him back,” Shen Manyun didn’t feel like she had helped Yan Feiguang with anything.
Following Song Yuchen’s instructions, she rented a room in the corner of the city’s inn, paid a month’s rent, and still had a lot of money left.
Next, she had to consider making a living. Shen Manyun planned to try her luck at the tailor shops on the street, hoping to find work there.
If that were the case, it wouldn’t be much different from her life before she transmigrated.
Shen Manyun thought that no matter which world, the lives of ordinary people were similar.
But Yan Feiguang’s arrival made her imagined “ordinary” life less ordinary.
“Are you free? Come with me.” One morning, he knocked on Shen Manyun’s door.
Shen Manyun thought that the next time she saw Yan Feiguang would be to pay him back, but she didn’t expect to see him as soon as she opened the door early in the morning.
She had planned to find a job today, so she dressed formally.
She wore a common style of Ru skirt, with an ankle-length white robe over it, and her hair was tied in a simple bun.
Shen Manyun quickly adapted to life in this world, but she didn’t quite adapt to being around Yan Feiguang.
“I’m free, to… to do what?” Shen Manyun asked softly.
“Can you do what you did last time? Treat injuries.” Yan Feiguang nodded to Shen Manyun. He treated her with the same attitude as Song Yuchen.
-Distant but polite, and with respect for a healer.
“I only know how to use needles, I don’t know how to treat injuries,” Shen Manyun thought. She wasn’t a doctor.
“Using needles is enough.” Yan Feiguang led Shen Manyun downstairs.
Today, he wasn’t wearing the old clothes he wore when he saved Shen Manyun, but a dark blue martial outfit, which made him look tall and straight.
Yan Feiguang’s mount was parked outside the inn. The terrifying beast was very docile when it saw Yan Feiguang, and it had already lowered its body.
Yan Feiguang jumped onto the beast’s back and signaled Shen Manyun to come up as well. The beast lowered one of its wings to make it easier for Shen Manyun to climb onto its body.
Shen Manyun climbed up tremblingly. Fortunately, there was a lot of space on the beast’s back, so she wouldn’t be close to Yan Feiguang.
The beast flapped its wings and took off, soaring into the sky. Shen Manyun was stunned for a moment before quickly turning her gaze to Yan Feiguang, so as not to look down and feel afraid of heights.
Sitting not far behind Yan Feiguang like this, Shen Manyun had to look up slightly to see his shoulders.
She could clearly see the rise and fall of his shoulders and back as he controlled the beast, and the wind blowing towards him lifted his dark black hair.
Even if his hair was tied up well, a strand or two of the loose hair still fell in front of Shen Manyun, pricking her cheek.
From inside the book to outside the book to face-to-face, their distance was closer than expected.
Shen Manyun watched him all the way until the beast crossed the central axis of Wuwang City and arrived at the other end of the city.
They were almost at their destination. The beast landed, and Yan Feiguang led Shen Manyun to the other half of Wuwang City.
Ordinary passersby walked on the streets here, but careful observation would reveal that the objects in front of them would sometimes float for no reason, and strange lights would light up in hidden places.
Some people would even grow strange organs on their bodies at will, until Yan Feiguang approached, they would obediently put them away.
This was…the city of the Soul Clan?
They came to the depths of a small alley, where a woman opened the door. She was no different from an ordinary middle-aged human woman.
When she saw Yan Feiguang, she was a little surprised and bowed repeatedly.
“City Lord, why are you here? A-Lie’s injuries are just like that. It’s normal to get such injuries in a war…”
“I’ve brought a doctor,” Yan Feiguang turned to let Shen Manyun come over.
Shen Manyun saw a burly middle-aged man sitting in a chair in the courtyard. He had a weathered face, and one of his sleeves was empty.
His hand was broken. Could she treat this kind of injury?
Shen Manyun felt that she didn’t have that ability.
“The wound has already healed, there’s no blood,” Yan Feiguang said to Shen Manyun.
“Try it, it’s okay if you can’t.”
He comforted her in advance, telling her not to feel pressured.
Shen Manyun nodded. Over there, Yan Feiguang had already signaled the woman to bring over A-Lie’s severed limb.
The wooden box was opened, and inside lay a tiger’s paw.