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Ouyang Zixin had finally recovered from the devastating ordeal she had endured, having narrowly escaped death. From body tempering to reconstruction, the days of unbearable pain seemed to be giving way to a glimmer of hope. However, before she could celebrate her survival, she tragically discovered that while she had sent death away, another mountain of ice had appeared.
Isn't it said that if the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain? What was this icy mountain doing coming towards her?
Indeed, this mountain of ice that seemed to approach on its own in Ouyang Zixin's eyes was none other than Yun Tianmo.
"Have I seen him before?" Every time Ouyang Zixin felt frozen by the cold aura emanating from Yun Tianmo, she couldn't help but ask herself. She was quite certain that she did not know this icy figure—no, she should say she did not know this person.
"Do you two have a grudge?" Rong Yi often asked when he saw Ouyang Zixin trying to avoid Yun Tianmo. He didn't think it looked like they had any animosity; wasn't Yun Tianmo quite attentive to Ouyang Zixin back then?
Could it be that he was mistaken?
Looking at Ouyang Zixin shaking her head vigorously, Rong Yi glanced suspiciously at Yun Tianmo. Was he really mistaken, or was this guy just hiding too much?
Rong Yi's doubts were not lost on Yun Tianmo. He certainly did not dislike Ouyang Zixin, nor did he have a grudge against her. It was just that every time he faced her, he would be reminded of her blood-soaked appearance and the lack of anger in her expression. Those memories always stirred an inexplicable irritation within him, constantly reminding him of how abnormal he had been during that time.
Under such circumstances, how could Ouyang Zixin expect to see a pleasant expression on Yun Tianmo's face? The coldness he exuded was just a bit heavier; if she could endure it, it would pass—being caught in the crossfire was better than being directly hit.
Adhering to the principle of avoiding confrontation whenever possible and steering clear when encountering each other unexpectedly, Ouyang Zixin's winter returned to its normal temperature.
It was a sunny day with warmth radiating from the sun. With no need for cultivation for the time being, Ouyang Zixin found the last remaining flower tea from a large cabinet. With no wind or snow, such good weather was rare in winter. Brewing a pot of flower tea and flipping through a few pages of leisure reading sounded delightful.
In recent days, Rong Yi and Yun Tianmo had been whispering about something mysterious every day. This left Ouyang Zixin without anyone to share tea with. Just then, she noticed the icy mountain moving out of the house early in the morning. Seizing this opportunity, she decided it was perfect timing to find Rong Yi for tea.
Carrying the tea tray gracefully towards Rong Yi's small courtyard, Ouyang Zixin couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. She never expected that avoiding Yun Tianmo would lift her spirits so much.
"Uncle, while that ice mountain isn't here, let me treat you to a drink..." As Ouyang Zixin pushed open the door to Rong Yi's room, her cheerful voice echoed into the inner chamber. It was typical of Ouyang Zixin to make her presence known before she even arrived.
"Cough, cough." Rong Yi cleared his throat, placing his hand at his side and subtly waved at Ouyang Zixin.
"Uncle, I finally found an opportunity! If that ice mountain were here, I wouldn't be coming to invite you for tea." From Ouyang Zixin's vantage point, she could see Rong Yi standing next to a pillar in the room. His gesture was not very noticeable and was overlooked by Ouyang Zixin.
Rong Yi's lips trembled slightly; if he didn't suppress it, he might burst out laughing.
Ouyang Zixin walked over to the table, setting down a tea tray with a teapot and two teacups. As for snacks, there was no hope for that. The pastries that Bai Su had prepared for Ouyang Zixin had long been consumed, leaving only this last brew of floral tea.
"Uncle, don't you have a brazier in your room? Oh right, a brazier wouldn't do you any good. Uncle, I'm brewing tea here; could you please close the door? I feel like it's getting colder." It was rare for Ouyang Zixin to visit Rong Yi while Yun Tianmo was away; her mood was simply delightful. If it weren't for the cold winter, it would have been perfect.
Before Rong Yi could respond, Ouyang Zixin continued, "Uncle, your disciple won't be back this early, right? I didn't prepare any tea for him..."
If that ice mountain showed up, who would drink tea? Just being near him could freeze someone to death. There weren't many chances to spend time alone with Rong Yi, and today if she didn't vent some frustrations, Ouyang Zixin feared she might get sick from holding it in.
While Ouyang Zixin rambled on with complaints, Rong Yi, bent over beside the pillar with both hands clutching his stomach, trembled violently. His unbound black hair fell over his face, obscuring part of it.
"Uncle, why aren't you coming over... Uncle? Uncle, what's wrong?" After pouring boiling water into the teapot, Ouyang Zixin finally turned around to face Rong Yi, only to find him hunched over in apparent pain.
In just a few quick steps, she rushed over to him. Seeing how violently he was shaking made her forget all about drinking tea. Concerned, she asked, "Uncle, what's wrong? Are you sick? Where does it hurt?"
Hearing the urgency in Ouyang Zixin's voice, Rong Yi slowly turned his head. His face was now visible beneath the curtain of black hair.
At that moment, Ouyang Zixin clearly saw Rong Yi's face—what a sight it was!
His complexion was flushed red with visible veins protruding; his eyes seemed to sparkle with laughter yet his brows were tightly knitted together. Beads of sweat dotted his nose while his thin lips were pressed tightly together. Occasionally he shivered slightly as if struggling against something. It was unclear whether the corners of his mouth were trying to lift up or droop down...
In short, this is a face full of contradictions, and at first glance, the expression is indeed frightening.
"Rong Yi, could it be that you have some old illness? Is it acting up?" Ouyang Zixin asked while patting his back to help him calm down, wondering if he needed any medicine that she could fetch.
At that moment, Rong Yi couldn't utter a word. He never expected that in his lifetime he would witness Yun Tianmo's embarrassment, and to be called an iceberg right in front of him. It was so hard to hold back laughter; he wanted to laugh but couldn’t do it too obviously. (Master Rong, just laugh out loud; at this point, holding it in is more obvious than laughing.)
"This room is just too cold. If you have any old ailments, you need to pay extra attention to keeping warm." It was surprising that such a master would neglect self-care. As he spoke, he felt the room getting colder and added, "How about I go get a brazier? It’s always more comfortable when it’s warm..."
The room was getting colder? Ouyang Zixin suddenly thought of something and turned around abruptly—
"Ah!!!" Yun Tianmo! How could it be Yun Tianmo! He—he—wasn't he supposed to be out?
"Hahahahaha..." Rong Yi could no longer hold back; seeing the girl with a face as if she had seen a ghost upon seeing Yun Tianmo was simply too funny.
"You—you—you... he—he..." Ouyang Zixin pointed at Yun Tianmo with one hand while covering her mouth with the other, looking at Rong Yi in disbelief as if asking, "How is he here?"
Although Rong Yi was laughing heartily, he still kindly pointed out the pillar in the room for Ouyang Zixin to see.
That's right; when she entered, Rong Yi was standing next to the pillar, and her line of sight had been blocked by it. And behind the pillar was...
Yun! Tian! Mo!
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