Chapter 35 Spring Clothes
Chapter 35: Spring Clothes
“How did you feel about meeting Young Master Luo today?”
Gu Jing tightened the clothes around his body, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles on his collar.
Luohe didn’t answer her, but she didn’t mind. She continued speaking as she crouched before Luohe:
“Although spring has arrived, the weather hasn’t warmed up yet. Be careful not to let your clothes get damp with dew, or you might catch a cold.”
“Starting tomorrow, you and Young Master Luo will attend lessons together here with me. I may have to be stricter with you.”
“But Ahe, please remember that I always have your best interests at heart. Don’t misunderstand my intentions.”
Gu Jing took Luohe’s small hands in hers, blew warm breath on them, and gently rubbed them.
She looked up at Luohe before her and smiled with satisfaction, then tugged at his sleeves that had become too short.
“Children’s clothes truly don’t last long. These were bought just last year, and they’re already too short this year.”
As she spoke, Gu Jing picked up the nearly finished spring garment from the chair beside her.
She proudly waved it in front of Luohe and held it against his body.
“This time I deliberately made it larger, so it should last you at least two or three years. Hmm… it fits perfectly.”
The happiness and satisfaction on her face was so genuine and pure that one could almost forget her identity as the Autumn Sword of the Tianzhen Seven Swords.
The Autumn Sword hung at her waist, but her eyes were focused only on the sewing needle in her hand and on Luohe.
Her hand, which once wielded a sword, had long forgotten the feeling of gripping a blade.
Yet in just a few years, she had mastered skills she’d never learned before—cooking, threading needles, and sewing clothes.
Sometimes she would ask herself why she did all this.
But each time, a vague voice would answer her…
This was what she was meant to do.
Besides, didn’t she enjoy it herself?
Seeing that the size was about right, Gu Jing stood up, hung the unfinished spring clothes properly, and patted Luohe’s head.
“In a few more years, you’ll grow tall and strong, and then I won’t be able to pat your head or sew clothes for you anymore.”
“Ah… if only you could remain a child forever.”
Suddenly, for some reason, Gu Jing felt a deep melancholy and sadness in her heart. The thought of Luohe growing up made her chest tighten, as if something terrible would happen.
Her elegant eyebrows furrowed briefly before smoothing out again. She silently laughed at herself for being so suspicious.
He was under her protection—the Autumn Sword, one of the few young sword cultivators in the world who had reached the Enlightenment Realm. With the Tianzhen Sword Sect backing him, what trouble could she not resolve for Luohe?
Since she had personally brought Luohe back, she would naturally do her utmost to ensure his safety throughout his life.
No matter what…
Gu Jing thought to herself, while maintaining a gentle smile on her face.
She gently took Luohe’s hand and led him forward.
“Come, wash your hands. It’s time to eat.”
…
After dinner, Gu Jing guided him through the sword mantra word by word.
She had prepared a small white jade sword as a gift for Luohe’s initiation into cultivation. She personally hung the sword at Luohe’s waist, her eyes brimming with joy.
Under the bright moon and gentle breeze, she sat with Luohe in the small pavilion outside the courtyard. Holding his hand, she patiently explained what they would learn and what to pay attention to the next day.
Only when she noticed the slight weariness on Luohe’s face did she reluctantly let him go, telling him to return to his room to sleep.
“Ahe.”
As Luohe turned to leave, Gu Jing suddenly called out to him.
She placed one hand lightly over her chest, hesitating, clearly showing some reluctance and nervousness.
But her eyes were full of hope and suppressed yearning. She suddenly spoke:
“It’s been five years since I brought you to the Tianzhen Sword Sect.”
“Would you… would you be willing to call me mother…”
“…”
Seeing that Luohe didn’t respond for a long time, Gu Jing’s previously composed face immediately turned pale in the silence, her eyes panicked and shaken like those of a dying animal.
“I, I didn’t mean that. I know that because of me, your parents… but…”
Gu Jing had never hidden the truth about Luohe’s background from him. She had told him when he was old enough to understand.
Today she had asked out of an irrepressible desire to try, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately regretted them.
Just as she was anxiously trying to explain and apologize, Luohe had already turned around.
On his face was a gentle, unburdened, relaxed smile.
“Senior Sister Gu.”
This unexpected response left Gu Jing momentarily stunned.
But feeling that Luohe wasn’t angry, she immediately put her mind at ease and stopped dwelling on why he had called her that.
She walked forward, still feeling uneasy but also seeking confirmation as she gently stroked Luohe’s young hand.
“Good child, good child…”
…
“Hahaha, look how guilty she feels about you. Even in her dreams, she’s thinking about these things.”
“How touching, isn’t it? How do you feel? How do you feel now?”
That night, Confusing Heart’s voice was incessant.
She hadn’t left but had been quietly observing Luohe the whole time.
It must be said that from the moment he saw Gu Jing, the smile on her face had never stopped.
For no other reason than that Gu Jing’s words to Luohe and her thoughts about him were simply too amusing.
Especially that last line when she was leaving—Confusing Heart had actually laughed out loud at the time, but Luohe had simply ignored her.
And now Luohe was still ignoring her. He lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
“Little one, stop pretending.”
“Although I can’t completely see into your mind, I can still vaguely glimpse some things. Your current mood isn’t nearly as calm as your expression suggests.”
Confusing Heart could tell that he was simply more composed than most people, better at keeping his emotions in check.
“I deliberately set it up this way, to make you feel this great irony. Dreams will eventually break—it’s just a matter of time.”
“Why can’t you choose a more comfortable way to pass the time?”
“…”
In the darkness, Luohe opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction, saying flatly:
“Confusing Heart, I want to ask you a question.”
“I’ll decide whether to answer and whether to tell the truth based on what you ask.”
“Does it hurt?”
“…What?”
“I mean that demonic flame mixed with killing intent.”
“Heh… what do you think?”
“It seems it must be very painful.”
Luohe lay on his back, expressionless.
“I think you might as well end this dream now. Dragging it out like this is torture for both of us.”
“You don’t have to suffer, little one. There are many ways to escape and find release. Are you willing to take them?”
“…Then let’s just keep dragging this out.”
“One year, ten years, dozens of years—I’ve endured it all before.”
What he longed for was now within reach. All the grudges and loves, hatreds and affections would soon face the cleansing he hoped for.
So…
“I don’t mind spending the same amount of time with you again.”
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