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Recently, Ye Chen had been responsible for delivering medicine to Muer. He rarely encountered Pei Guanjing at the Medical Camp; they only saw each other occasionally when Ye Chen was in the pharmacy behind the Medicine Hall preparing herbal remedies.
Of course, every night, the two would return to the same tent.
Ever since he confessed certain matters to He Mu Ming, Ye Chen had been feeling restless, like a little rabbit that couldn't sit still. To preserve his own life, he realized that he needed to focus on winning Pei Guanjing's favor.
Clinging to his master would surely bring him benefits.
One day, Pei Guanjing returned particularly late. After leaving the Medical Camp early, Ye Chen had already returned to the tent and even prepared a special meal for Pei Guanjing. In the Military Camp, he didn't have much to offer, and even outside of it, he wasn't sure if he could find anything new that Pei Guanjing hadn't seen before to please him.
So when Pei Guanjing returned, he found Ye Chen standing at the entrance of his tent with his sleeves pulled close, stamping his feet to keep warm. Ye Chen's nose was red from the cold, and the white mist from his breath quickly dissipated in the frigid air.
Pei Guanjing paused for a moment. In truth, he had his own reasons for taking Ye Chen as his disciple. From the very beginning, he hadn't intended to teach Ye Chen anything substantial; he merely provided him with a few Medical Books for him to explore on his own. However, he hadn't expected that during this time, every time Ye Chen saw him, he would greet him with a bright smile and call him "Master."
"Master?" At first, Pei Guanjing was quite unaccustomed to someone following him around and addressing him this way. For many years, he had grown used to being alone. So when his adoptive father suggested that he find Xiao Feng and even proposed sending a few people to assist him or infiltrating the Medical Camp to build a good relationship with He Mu Ming, he had always refused without hesitation.
But now, did this disciple whom he had taken in with ulterior motives truly regard him as a respected master? He stood there momentarily lost in thought, feeling an unexpected ripple of emotion and hesitating to approach.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen had spotted him. His eyes lit up with joy as he ran forward like a cheerful little deer, looking up at Pei Guanjing. Because of the cold, when he spoke, a puff of white mist escaped his lips and lingered between them for a brief moment.
"Master, you're back! Are you hungry? I made some food; let's eat together." Ye Chen's tone was filled with excitement, as if a child had just spotted their favorite candy.
At that moment, delicate snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The snowflakes drifted down sporadically, some landing on Ye Chen's upturned face. His complexion was as fair as snow itself, hardly distinguishable from the gentle flurries around him.
Pei Guanjing felt a moment of daze. For the first time, he experienced a flicker of guilt towards Ye Chen. In truth, he had already eaten outside, but at that moment, facing Ye Chen's clear eyes that resembled autumn waters, he inexplicably nodded, "Alright."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen's smile became even more radiant, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons. "Master, wait for me; I'll go get the food right now."
Pei Guanjing looked up in surprise, his gaze sweeping over Ye Chen.
In the dim light of the oil lamp, the boy's cheeks were as white as jade. Upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a soft halo shimmering around his face. With an irresistible smile directed at him, it was as if he was certain Pei Guanjing would agree.
And indeed, Pei Guanjing did nod in consent.
How could Pei Guanjing not see through Ye Chen's little schemes? Although he was initially reluctant, he knew that even if he refused, this boy would surely find other ways to approach him relentlessly. The determination and resolve in Ye Chen's eyes were unmistakable.
But why was he doing this? Was it...
Seeing Pei Guanjing nod, the corners of Ye Chen's lips lifted higher, his eyes sparkling with joy. He pressed on, determined to change the somewhat distant dynamic between them.
Inside the tent, separated by a square table, a clay pot steamed with swirling mist as they silently ate their meals, each lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly, as Pei Guanjing reached into the pot for a dumpling, his hand paused. Through the white mist, he caught sight of Ye Chen's hands.
Those hands looked so small—pale and slender, with distinct knuckles. Yet they were covered in dark red frostbite.
In sub-zero icy water, Ye Chen washed clothes every day, tidied up the room, cleaned herbs, and prepared meals by washing vegetables and rinsing rice. Sometimes Ye Chen felt that he truly worked hard.
He may not have been born into a wealthy family, but he had grown up under the love and care of his parents, living a life where food was served and clothes were provided. However, suddenly finding himself in a chaotic world, he was forced to do many things he had never imagined before.
But what choice did he have? He had to survive.
Ye Chen quietly lowered his head, pushing the rice grains around in his bowl, a wave of inexplicable bitterness rising within him.
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