All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 592 592: Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Three_1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead were damp with droplets that trickled down to her collarbones.
After being soaked, her clothing clung to her body, outlining her delicate and exquisite figure like a halved fruit. Her jade arms gently curved, revealing enchanting poses.
Her bare hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water had soaked her gown, sketching the perfect contour of her body, and she looked somewhat bashfully at Ji Nanjue.
The garments still partly on her body completely adhered to her curves, faintly revealing flesh tones beneath. The usual loose robes hid her figure well, but now they truly revealed Mount Lu's true features.
Ji Nanjue was obviously surprised as she looked at her, and then curved her lips, teasingly remarking, "True to a master-disciple pair, even lying is done with the same mold..."
"Forget it, call me sister if you wish; 'Master's wife' sounds strangely old-fashioned."
"..."
Hidden under the water, her jade legs gently stirred the surface, creating a few ripples.
Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she stood up with not a stitch on, the water level just covering her thighs, exposing half of her slender waist, devoid of any extra flesh.
"Take off your clothes, you can't very well bathe with them on, can you?"
This one robe had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long on the road, though it bore no stain.
Li Zijun shyly took off her robe and placed it on the shore, then immediately sat down in the pool water, hiding herself snugly.
Ji Nanjue did not laugh at her, instead sitting down beside her.
The air was somewhat stuffy. The time before rain always felt exceptionally tense.
Her small hands gently created ripples in the water, letting the pool water sprinkle down. She suddenly broke the silence by asking, "You've only seen him a few times, are you so sure about your feelings?"
"At your age, it's normal to have someone you yearn for in your heart, but your behavior doesn't seem to be that of an impulsive person."
"I'm curious, could you share your thoughts with me?"
She paused for a moment, feeling her question was indeed a bit tricky, and Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to share..."
As they spoke, her gaze was fixed on Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?"
Li Zijun gently pressed her thin lips together, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but softly murmured.
Gazing into the somewhat dark water, she pondered and then said softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?"
"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something deep enough to stir the heart, you unknowingly carry that person inside?"
"Maybe it's just a glance, just an action."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment, hearing the melancholy in her voice. Her tone was gentle, yet for some reason, Ji Nanjue sensed much discomfort in her mood.
Then she embraced her tightly, pressing her cheek against hers, and murmured, "Love at first sight?"
Perhaps in the past, Ji Nanjue might have scoffed at this term, dismissing it as nonsensical. For two people to decide their feelings based on a single glance meant what they were after was mere physical attraction. But now, she was gradually beginning to accept the phrase. Her and Su Bei's lives seemed to unknowingly align. That time they came back from death's door, the emotions they shared having been through life-or-death moments together were undeniably profound. Perhaps even before that night, her heart had already borne the imprint of that person, only she never acknowledged it, due to the long-sealed emotions within.
"That's also true."
Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seemed she had been misunderstood. The feelings she had for Su Bei were far from the casual descriptions she offered. It was nearly a century of understanding before she was certain of her feelings.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling cold..."
She wrapped her arms around herself and blinked her eyes at Ji Nanjue.
"Let's go back."
"Sh... Sister will be alone for a moment," Ji Nanjue said, smiling warmly at her.
Her heart felt complicated. In the end, she was a woman. Though she knew she and Su Bei would never have a day acknowledged by the public, she still felt repulsed by the woman who wished to siphon away a piece of her tenderness. Moreover, that woman was his disciple... by both sentiment and reason, this felt like a grave offense. A somewhat peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: *His* disciple, *my* Master... with me stuck in the middle? What a complex relationship... Three generations under one roof, wasn't it? "It's all Su Dudu's fault." In matters of the heart, there was no right or wrong, but if there were to be a source of all this, it would all go back to that fickle-hearted rascal. Had he not spread his charm everywhere, how would such emotional debts have arisen? —He's the one having a good time...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. As Ji Nanjue came back to her senses, she gently pinched Li Zijun's tender nose and laughed, "You've been wearing that robe for too long. If you don't mind, wear my gown for the time being."
"..."
She pointed towards the white gauze dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked her eyes and then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.
WITH A SOFT RUSTLE, she donned the dress and walked toward the Daoist Temple.
Watching Li Zijun's departing figure, Ji Nanjue sighed softly.