Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 38 - 38 38 A Little White Flower

38: Chapter 38: A Little White Flower 38: Chapter 38: A Little White Flower The young man in the golden robe didn’t mind using up the herbal medicine.

Watching the fawn recover to its original state, he too appeared overjoyed, even pulling out a green, unripe fruit to tease the young deer with.

The fawn, seeing food, didn’t refuse.

It gobbled it down, focused solely on fattening itself up.

“Ugh…” Baili An let out a groan as a splitting headache racked him with intense pain, as if a giant hand was tearing through his brain.

The agony shook him awake from his fainting spell.

The fawn hurried over to his side, very considerately moving to his back and nudging him upright with its soft body.

The blood that had trickled down Baili An’s face had already been carefully wiped away by Chen Xiaolan when she had draped the sacrificial robe over him.

Now as he rose, the wound on his forehead reopened, and warmth again trickled down.

Hearing Baili An’s voice, Chen Xiaolan no longer argued with Qi Yang and turned around, startled again by the sight of his bloodied face, and hurriedly stooped to wipe the blood with her sleeve.

Baili An silently cast a glance at her, “Miss, you are…”

“This is my sister Chen Xiaolan.

I told you from the start, my sister took a liking to you, but you rejected her.

How is it?

My sister is pretty, isn’t she?

It’s not too late to regret it now,” Chen Bao said with a wide grin, laughing heartily on the side.

“Brother,” Chen Bao’s joke immediately drew his sister’s annoyed and reproachful gaze.

Baili An looked down at the sacrificial robe covering his body, instantly understanding everything in his heart.

He removed the sacrificial robe from his body and draped it over the young girl’s shoulders.

High up in the air, the weather was extremely cold, her lips already turning pale.

“Thank you, miss.”

Baili An’s softly spoken words of gratitude caused the young girl’s face to redden slightly, and then from somewhere, she found the courage to suddenly reach out and pinch Baili An’s hand.

Immediately afterward, her expression turned worried, “Your hand is as cold as ice, you should wear it instead.”

Baili An shook his head to stop her from taking off his robe, turned around to hold the fawn in his arms, and smiled at the young girl, “The deer’s body is very warm.”

The youth’s smile was very attractive; Chen Xiaolan was transfixed for a moment, followed by the sounds of laughter from her companions behind her.

She promptly blushed, timidly lowered her head, and remained silent.

Feeling the vigorous energy emanating from within the body of the young man in the golden robe, as direct and powerful as the summer sun, Baili An was about to speak to him.

Who would have known that just then, the female disciple beside Wen Yu slowly walked next to the young man in the golden robe.

Her eyes reflected gratitude and merriment, and in a soft and gentle voice, she said, “Thank you, young master, for lending a hand again.

The last time, the young master left in a hurry before I could ask for your name.

I’m Wen Zhendong, may I have the honor to know your noble name?”

The woman’s forthright flirtation instantly drew knowing smiles from many of the villagers.

A hero saves the beauty, and not just once but twice.

If nothing unexpected happened, the ensuing lovely and touching love story was self-evident.

Under the meaningful gazes of everyone, the face of the young man in the golden robe indeed gradually turned red.

He appeared nervous, like a youth awkwardly experiencing love for the first time, even more shy than the woman, stammering, “I…my name is Lin Guiyuan…

styled, Xuanzhi.”

The woman tilted her head playfully, “Then, is it alright if I call you Brother Lin in the future?”

Someone burst out laughing.

This Miss Wen is really something, calling him Brother Lin right from the start.

I wonder if your Brother Lin can handle that nickname.

Lin Guiyuan’s head drooped even lower, his hands fumbling with his sash, his demeanor comically awkward.

Baili An silently glanced at the woman named Wen Zhendong, letting his gaze linger on her face for a moment before calmly withdrawing it.

Touching the soft fur of the little deer in his hands, checking that it was unharmed, he felt a small sense of relief.

Wen Zhendong’s beautiful eyes swiveled, noticing the broken golden spirit net scattered on the rosy cloud’s back.

She exclaimed, “Oh!

This is my master’s spirit net, it’s very precious.”

Lin Guiyuan’s gaze flickered, looking at the shattered net he murmured, “I’m…

sorry.”

Wen Zhendong grew bolder seeing his demeanor, moving closer and tugging on his sleeve with a somewhat coquettish tone, “But that spirit net is really valuable.

My master uses it for catching deer, and you not only let the deer go, but also destroyed the net.”

“How about…I give you something else to compensate for the spirit net?”

At that moment, Lin Guiyuan had seen the deer in such distress that he hadn’t thought much about it, not realizing the net was so important to her.

“Sure, sure.” Wen Zhendong laughed joyfully, looking naive and jubilant.

Chen Xiaolan, however, frowned, displeased, “Miss Wen, you yourself said this Mister Lin saved you twice, and now he destroyed the net to save Si Chen’s deer.

Demanding compensation now, isn’t that a bit too much?

If we were to get down to it, you owe him twice for saving your life, so how would you repay that?”

Suddenly, she felt that none among the trio of master and disciples was decent.

Wen Zhendong completely ignored her, relying on Lin Guiyuan’s apparent favorability toward her, insisting:

“But I really like that deer.

You, Brother Lin, are so capable, and you saved both the deer and Si Chen.

Why don’t you ask him to give me the deer?”

Chen Xiaolan snorted coldly twice in response.

Lin Guiyuan, who had kept his head down, suddenly lifted it and looked earnestly at Baili An and the fawn in his embrace, saying seriously,

“In Kongcang Mountain, the life of every creature belongs to itself; they have the right to choose their own masters.

Since the deer has chosen him, that’s its own freedom.

How can it be forcefully taken from them just because you like it?”

Baili An found this man quite interesting; each time he became serious, his speech was no longer hasty.

“But…” Wen Zhendong was unwilling.

Lin Guiyuan continued, “The spirit net is an object, while the deer is a living being.

They cannot be measured the same.

Miss Wen, I am sorry for destroying your spirit net, but within this mountain, any creature that acquires spiritual wisdom must not be captured or killed at will.

That’s the rule of this mountain.”

With the conversation reaching this point, Wen Zhendong had no choice but to give up.

Her gaze lingered on the little deer with a look of yearning, then she changed her request: “Then let me ask for something else.

The herbal medicine you gave that little deer is amazing; the injury healed momentarily.”

She made a pitiful face, “I’m also hurt, could you give me one of those herbs?”

Baili An sharply noticed a glint in Wen Yu’s eyes.

Lin Guiyuan’s gaze swept over her briefly, and then he began to stammer again, “That…that herb, I only have…one, but for your injury…I have…other medicine that can heal.”

As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and offered it to Wen Zhendong.

Inside was antiseptic medicine, also very effective in treating external injuries.

“Thank you, Brother Lin.” Wen Zhendong took the medicine bottle, her face adorned with a sweet smile.

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