'Dongfang Jing, Dongfang Jing, what nonsense are you spouting, you fool?!'
He cursed himself inwardly.
But then again, if Yao'er was able to pluck the Love-Sickness Red Flower, could it be that she has someone she likes?!
When did this happen?!
The atmosphere in the living room at that moment was extremely awkward and strange.
Mingming had finally managed to pluck the 'Heartbreak Red' flower.
After Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing and the others said a few words to help them out, no one spoke again.
There was no ambiguous atmosphere as one might have imagined; only a suffocating silence prevailed.
Ah Yin looked up at the clock on the wall and stood up.
"It's time to make dinner, Ah Jing. Can you help me out?"
...
In the kitchen, Ah Yin and Dongfang Jing each took turns cooking, while Ah Yin was responsible for chopping vegetables.
Ah Yin tilted her head slightly and saw that Dongfang Jing looked calm, as if he were no different from usual.
She breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this child is very calm in dealing with people and things, and should not get stuck on trivial matters.
Just as she was thinking this, her gaze fell on Dongfang Jing's hands as he peeled potatoes.
He was holding a knife, slicing off a potato piece by piece, and in no time he had reduced a whole potato to just a small half before casually tossing it into the trash can.
With another slash, the blade cut directly into his own palm.
A trickle of blood gushed from the wound and dripped into the pool.
He, however, remained unfazed, as if he hadn't noticed anything at all.
"Ah Jing!"
Ah Yin exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to stop him, snatching the kitchen knife from his hand.
Dongfang Jing came to his senses.
"Huh? What's wrong? Ouch...!"
He then felt the pain and, upon seeing the dismembered potatoes in the trash can, felt somewhat embarrassed.
"Uh...sorry, sis, why don't you cut the vegetables and I'll cook them?"
"Hey hey!"
Ah Yin stopped him, frowning involuntarily: "I'm afraid you'll set the house on fire."
Ah Yin sighed.
"Our little mirror is really thoughtful; she can even get stuck on the smallest details."
"What? Where is it?"
"Look, add a little more, and it's still stubborn."
Dongfang Jing: "..."
Seeing that Dongfang Jing's hand was still bleeding, A Yin extinguished the flames on the stove.
She turned to leave.
Dongfang Jing panicked and instinctively took a step forward, grabbing her wrist: "Don't look for..."
Ah Yin smiled helplessly, gently patted the back of his hand, and comforted him, "I'm not looking for her, I'm going to get the first-aid kit."
Soon, Ah Yin returned with a wooden medicine box.
She pulled Dongfang Jing to sit on a small stool in the kitchen and gently cleaned his wounds.
Looking at my bandaged hand, I realized that this minor injury would heal completely with a good night's sleep.
"Thank you, sis."
"I only gave you physical therapy as a small lesson, since you were so distracted."
Dongfang Jing had nothing to say and could only lower his head, looking as if he would accept whatever punishment he was given.
Seeing his listless appearance made Ah Yin feel sorry for him.
She got up and peeked into the living room outside the kitchen.
In the living room, Biji, Bingdi, Xuedi, and Wang Qiu'er were all gone.
Only Ning Rongrong and a few other girls remained huddled together, whispering and discussing what had just happened.
Ah Yin withdrew her gaze and gently closed the kitchen door behind her.
With a "click".
She walked up to Dongfang Jing, slowly opened her slender arms, and her gentle voice was full of tenderness.
"Come, child, would you like to tell me about your troubles?"
Dongfang Jing actually realized that Sister Ayin seemed to be taking care of him as if he were her own child.
To be honest, he wasn't averse to it.
On the contrary, he felt a deep sense of warmth because of this long-lost kindness.
He was willing to confide some of his worries to her.
But a close hug...
"I'm not young anymore, maybe we shouldn't."
"Yeah?"
A gentle smile, warm enough to melt ice and snow, bloomed on Ah Yin's face.
"But in Mom's eyes, you've always been a good child who hasn't grown up."
Before she finished speaking, she pulled Dongfang Jing into her arms without saying a word.
The soft touch, mixed with her unique, fresh scent, instantly enveloped him.
Dongfang Jing instinctively struggled for a moment.
But that embrace was so warm, so reassuring.
Feeling the boy in her arms gradually relax, Ah Yin gently got to the point.
After all, she was experienced enough to roughly guess why Dongfang Jing was so unhappy.
She gently stroked Dongfang Jing's back, comforting him in a soft voice.
"Before I took human form, I lived in a place called Blue Silver Forest."
"Blue Silver Grass grows in many parts of the continent. Through the transmission of information among my people, I, as the Blue Silver Emperor, have also heard about some things about the Star Dou Great Forest."
"For example, there is a jade swan with a large number of soul beasts protecting and following her."
"And she is also working hard to maintain peace in the Star Dou Great Forest and to heal all kinds of injured soul beasts."
"In terms of influence in the Star Dou Great Forest, she can definitely be said to be second only to one person and above ten thousand people."
"You probably already know what happened after that, Ah Jing."
"For the prosperity of the soul beast race, Sister Biji chose to stay by Di Tian's side."
"Tens of thousands of years of following... They've worked together for so long, and between them..."
"Sister, I know everything..." Dongfang Jing's muffled voice came from A Yin's arms.
He tightened his arms around her and buried his face deeper into Ah Yin's warm embrace.
"Good boy/girl~ Good boy/girl~"
Ah Yin gently comforted him, patting his back lightly again and again.
"Have you noticed? Actually, Brigitte has very strong feelings for you."
"But you must understand, the reason she has survived so many tribulations to this day is because of the great kindness of Emperor Tian; otherwise, she would have already..."
"Sigh, it's hard for Sister Brigitte to let go of the past either. During your week in the far north, she was also troubled by it. Not only was her cultivation not going well, but she also couldn't sleep well."
"..."
There was a long silence.
Dongfang Jing decided to tell the truth.
"I know all of this, so I don't blame her."
"Really?" Ah Yin paused. "Then why are you so downcast?"
"Uh...this..."
Dongfang Jing's body stiffened again.
"Sister Yin, actually, just now when I was picking the 'Love-longing Heartbreak Red', I was fantasizing… no, I should say, it was a dream."
"Hmm, what did you dream about?" Ah Yin patiently guided her.
"I dreamt that..." Dongfang Jing's voice trailed off, "that Master, Qiu'er, Sister Xue'er, Sister Bing'er, and... you were with me."
Ah Yin didn't react.
"Together? Haven't we always been together?"
"What I mean is...you married me, we...we got married."
"..."
"Sis, why aren't you saying anything?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Jing noticed that Ah Yin's hand had already pinched the soft flesh of his waist.
But she didn't use any force, so it didn't hurt at all.
Ah Yin lowered her head, her hair falling down and obscuring her face.
Her muffled voice sounded somewhat stern.
"You were so indecisive, no wonder you didn't pick the flower."
"That's a dream only bad kids have. Remember that! Don't dream that again!"
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