Chapter 1081: Chapter 605: Propped Up the Bed with One Hand (Triple-Length Bonus) _3

"Front or back?"

She glared at Chen Yi and said coldly:

"Just hurry up."

Chen Yi, however, did not hurry, and instead teased:

"In the past life, it was front, should it be back this time?"

"As you wish."

"Remember, that’s what you said. Single-handed support."

While speaking, Chen Yi held her shoulder with one hand and gently touched that bowl-sized scar with the other.

A sudden sting echoed in the silent room.

The lamp suddenly stood still, the candle wick froze, leaving only the silently burning moisture,

Yes, Zhou Yitang remembered, even if they were like fire and water in the past life, treating each other as mortal enemies, in such a silent night, their solitude could communicate.

It seemed as if there was nothing left around them, nothing remained,

thus, they arrived at an eternal void, where nothing was left, only they looked at each other, you look at me, and I look at you.

.........

The next day came swiftly.

Zhou Yitang opened her eyes, instinctively turned to look, but found nothing, his shadow was gone.

This made the one-armed woman quite unaccustomed, usually it was her who disappeared suddenly, not Chen Yi.

The candle fire had long burned out, and she dressed alone, pushed the door open, the mist leaped onto her face, hovering among the mountains.

No one around, no trace of him, Zhou Yitang had questions to ask, but couldn’t find him again at this moment.

The road appeared wet-gray, Zhou Yitang felt the fatigue of yesterday, her body somewhat sore, though she didn’t say so.

Occasionally, she could see familiar scenes of Cangwu Peak along the way, the school, small buildings, the cliff top’s meditation mats, the densely woven climbing vines by the cliff, a sea of peonies, all shrouded in fog, unclear.

Zhou Yitang walked alone, slowly.

At the distant, foggy cliff top, a silhouette stood firm, seemingly calling her over.

"You’re awake?"

When Zhou Yitang reached there, Chen Yi asked so.

"Rhetorical question," she said.

Chen Yi gently smiled, softly hugging her shoulder; last night they finally united, he felt much at that time, but now words wouldn’t come out.

Only deep, profound tranquility.

After a long time, Zhou Yitang suddenly said, "You’re satisfied."

She wasn’t asking a question, but stating a fact; she knew him well, thus was sure.

Chen Yi laughed at her words, and said, "Probably."

He wasn’t looking at her, but gazing afar, Zhou Yitang followed his gaze, recalling the times he went astray, then said, "Is this your world?"

"Rhetorical question," Chen Yi responded similarly.

"...Too small," she said, "Your world, perhaps it does not exceed my sword."

The one-armed woman seemed to state a fact, yet also provoke, prompting Chen Yi to unsheathe his sword, for them to question their swords, for clarity. Once it was Chen Yi who wanted to question her sword, unimaginable now it’s Zhou Yitang questioning his sword.

In the mist, Chen Yi remained motionless, instead said, "Then, where is your sword?"

"The world," she answered naturally.

"Which world?"

"Certainly not here," the one-armed woman sneered, denying Chen Yi’s sword from her heart.

"Indeed, it’s not here," Chen Yi nodded, "Then draw your sword."

With these words, Zhou Yitang abruptly turned; she wanted to draw her sword, yet found not a trace of Sword Intent, Sword Qi, or even the sword itself.

Her sword, which she regarded as life, was not here, not in this world.

If so, how to draw the sword?

"Your sword is not here,"

Chen Yi raised his hand, pointing to the boundless firmament,

"But my sword, it is this world."

The one-armed woman was dumbfounded.

After a long time, she recovered her senses, her gaze became clear, she said plainly, "You win."

This silent sword questioning reached its close, perhaps having seen Chen Yi’s shocking deviation before, uttering these three words was easier than she thought.

Chen Yi then smiled, "Since you asked your question, I also have one to ask."

He always wanted to ask Zhou Yitang, if her heart ever held something not coldly persistent, but invisible, intangible, somewhat childish when brought up.

Zhou Yitang calmly said, "I know what you want to ask, always knew."

In the world, many married couples are apathetic; even if affectionate, mostly it’s just kinship.

She had only obsession for him, always this way.

"You won’t find what you want." she stated.

"But I still want to look," Chen Yi took a deep breath.

Zhou Yitang denied, indifferent, "I used to want to kill you, twice I’ve had the intent, cutting your Three Corpses, was it really for that? Chen Yi."

"You want to kill me? Ha, I’m in your heart, very much in your heart."

"Full of slick talk," she said coldly.

"It actually makes me glad."

"Glad?"

"The deeper the love, the sharper the hate; conversely, the sharper the hate, the deeper the love. You’ve had killing intent, perhaps I can find what I’m looking for."

The one-armed woman pondered for a long time, then said, "I’ve never heard of it."

"I’ve heard, and that’s enough," Chen Yi gazed into the distance, settling nowhere, "In future, I’ll see more than you, hear more than you."

Zhou Yitang did not respond, at this moment as dawn began, Cangwu Peak was abruptly silent; the faint sound previously heard was now inaudible, occasionally, she could see the sky’s outline emerging through the mist, after standing for a long time she said:

"You dislike my sword, calling it outdated, I also find your sword rebellious, contrary to the Living Sword, both of us stubborn, neither willing to yield, you break the sword or I cut your Three Corpses, thus arises the entangled gap...

Even as spouses, haven’t we always been at odds?"

Chen Yi faced the wind, hands clasped in prayer as though,"

"Yet despite the odds, my world is enough to accommodate you."

The one-armed woman remained silent for a moment.

Thus, Chen Yi once again stepped into her Heart Lake,

Embracing the remaining obsession, searching for what he wanted to find.