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Recently, Ye Chen had been responsible for delivering medicine to Muer. Most of the time, he couldn't find Pei Guanjing at the Medical Camp, and he would only catch a glimpse of him occasionally while preparing medicine in the pharmacy behind the Medicine Hall.
Of course, every night, the two would return to the same tent.
Ever since he confessed to He Mu Ming about certain matters, Ye Chen had been feeling restless, as if a restless little rabbit was jumping around in his heart. To save his own skin, he realized that he needed to focus on pleasing Pei Guanjing.
Clinging to the Master meant there would be benefits.
One day, Pei Guanjing returned particularly late. Ye Chen had left the Medical Camp early and returned to the tent first. He even prepared a special meal for Pei Guanjing with great care. In the Military Camp, he really didn't have much to offer, and even when he left the camp, he wasn't sure if he could find anything new that Pei Guanjing hadn't seen before to win his favor.
So when Pei Guanjing returned, he saw Ye Chen standing at the entrance of his tent with his sleeves pulled tight around him, stamping his feet on the ground to keep warm. Ye Chen's nose was red from the cold, and the white mist from his breath dissipated instantly in the chilly air.
Pei Guanjing paused slightly. In truth, he had his own motives when he accepted Ye Chen as his disciple. From the very beginning, he never intended to truly teach Ye Chen anything; he merely gave him 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 smile brightly and call him "Master."
"Master?" At first, Pei Guanjing was quite unaccustomed to having someone follow him around calling him that. For many years, he had grown used to being alone. So when his adoptive father suggested that he find Xiao Feng and even offered to send a few people to help or let him mingle with the Medical Camp to build a good relationship with He Mu Ming, he always refused without hesitation.
But now, did this disciple whom he had taken in with ulterior motives really regard him as a respected Master? He stood there momentarily lost in thought, feeling an unusual ripple of emotion and hesitating to approach.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen had already spotted him. His eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face like a joyful little deer running forward and looking up at Pei Guanjing. Because it was cold outside, 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 for us to share," Ye Chen exclaimed with delight in his voice, 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, with a few landing on Ye Chen's upturned face. His complexion was as fair as snow, hardly distinguishable from the gentle flurries of the first snowfall.
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 eyes, clear as autumn waters, he found himself inexplicably nodding. "Alright."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen's smile blossomed even brighter, his eyes squinting into crescent moons. "Master, just wait! I'll go bring the food right away."
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 him. With an irresistible smile on his face, he looked directly at Pei Guanjing, as if certain he would agree.
And in fact, Pei Guanjing did nod in agreement.
Pei Guanjing could see through Ye Chen's little schemes. Although he was initially unwilling, he knew that even if he refused, this boy would 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, and the joy in his eyes deepened. He pressed forward with the intention of changing 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 meal, each lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly, Pei Guanjing paused while picking up an egg dumpling from the pot; through the white mist, he caught sight of Ye Chen's hands.
Those hands looked so small—pale and slender, with distinct knuckles. However, they were covered in dark red chilblains.
In sub-zero icy water, Ye Chen washed clothes every day, tidied up the room, cleaned herbs, and prepared vegetables and rice for meals. 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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