Confessed To?

An Bulang began treating Ji Yinyin.

Ji Yinyin's injuries were severe, mainly affecting her bones and internal organs.

Of course, they were severe for an ordinary person, but in An Bulang's eyes, they were still nothing worth mentioning.

"An Bulang... I... am I going to die?" Ji Yinyin asked with her eyes open, her voice as faint as a thread. "I know my own body. It's been getting weaker and weaker. Tell me honestly, am I about to die...?"

An Bulang looked speechlessly at Ji Yinyin on the bed. "I haven't even said anything, and you've already sentenced yourself to death?"

Ji Yinyin grabbed An Bulang's sleeve. Her ugly face forced out an even uglier smile. "An Bulang, thank you. Thank you for standing up for me. I never imagined there would be a man willing to provoke a colossal force like the Cloud Sword Sect for my sake..."

"You are my hero!"

Ji Yinyin stared foolishly at An Bulang and said with deep feeling, "An Bulang, I like you!!"

Boom!

An Bulang's entire body shuddered.

He had actually been confessed to...

An Bulang looked at the bashful girl on the bed. Her face was bluish-black and pockmarked, her mismatched eyes shone with strange light, and her crooked mouth was tightly pursed as she gazed at him so affectionately.

My first confession had actually been snatched away by her?

"W-who gave you the courage..." An Bulang's hand trembled slightly.

"Death gave me the courage. Since I'm going to die anyway, I can't keep these words bottled up." The girl gazed at An Bulang and said each word clearly, "I, Ji Yinyin, will only love you, An Bulang, for the rest of my life!!"

"Hiss..." An Bulang's scalp went numb.

Ever since descending to the mortal world, he had never backed down from anyone, but this time, he was truly stunned.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ji Yinyin seemed too emotionally agitated and began coughing violently. Her body suddenly curled up, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, An Bulang immediately cast Healing Sorcery to treat the injuries inside her body.

"I'm about to die, but there's one wish I've never had the chance to fulfill..." Ji Yinyin said with difficulty.

"What wish?" An Bulang asked casually.

"My first kiss is still mine. I want to give it to you," Ji Yinyin said.

An Bulang glanced at her crooked, cracked, pale lips and could not help saying, "I've done so much for you, and this is how you repay kindness with enmity?"

Ji Yinyin's eyes welled with tears.

"An Bulang! I've finished stewing the pork trotter soup!" Ji Hongxue rushed into the room carrying a bowl of soup.

An Bulang silently stood up. "No saving her. Just wait for death. Farewell."

Clatter...

The porcelain bowl shattered.

Pork trotter soup spilled all over the floor.

In the end, under Ji Hongxue's desperate pleas and Ji Yinyin's declaration that she might still be salvageable, An Bulang finally agreed to give it another try, on the condition that Ji Yinyin shut up.

Ji Hongxue readily accepted An Bulang's condition. Afraid that Ji Yinyin might say something wrong, she even stuffed a towel into Ji Yinyin's mouth.

Ji Yinyin made "woo woo woo" sounds the entire time, like a young girl suffering tragic persecution.

An Bulang's head ached. What the hell did she mean, suffering persecution? I'm obviously the one saving her! If someone heard those sounds and got the wrong idea, wouldn't that be terrible?

Green fluorescence formed at An Bulang's fingertips. He gently tapped Ji Yinyin's lower abdomen, and an energy containing immense healing power began to seep into her body, transforming into fine surgical threads that repaired her shattered internal organs.

This was the high-grade healing art An Bulang could currently perform, the Thousand Silk Spring Hand. It could turn spiritual energy into countless Spiritual Energy Threads to mend damaged areas inside the body, while releasing energy that made cells divide with extreme vitality and accelerated wound healing.

Although Ji Hongxue did not know what was happening, she could feel Ji Yinyin's blood and vitality growing fuller, while the pain on her face gradually eased. In her eyes, injuries that had been nearly beyond saving were truly being brought back from the dead in An Bulang's hands!

Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.

But suddenly, An Bulang sensed something strange inside Ji Yinyin's body.

A peculiar current of heat was actually crashing against his Spiritual Energy Threads.

Just as he was about to forcefully maintain the stability of the threads, Cold Power suddenly froze them from another direction, making them unbearably sluggish. Then that current of heat melted his Spiritual Energy Threads away.

An Bulang sucked in a sharp breath, disbelief written across his face.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that something was off with An Bulang's expression, Ji Hongxue grew worried as well.

"It's nothing. I refuse to believe I can't cure you, you little slut!" An Bulang said with a fierce glint in his eyes.

Ji Yinyin: "Woo woo woo..."

Ji Hongxue: "..."

Wasn't something a little off about this scene?

Boom!

A terrifying aura exploded outward.

An Bulang used all his strength to condense the Thousand Silk Spring Hand, transforming it into hundreds upon thousands of Spiritual Energy Threads that entered Ji Yinyin's body.

The current of heat and Cold Power attacked again.

But this time, An Bulang's Spiritual Energy Threads were over a hundred times tougher than before—though battered by a thousand grindings and ten thousand blows, they remained strong, no matter the winds from east, west, south, or north!

Half an hour later.

An Bulang leaned against the bedside, gasping for breath.

Ji Hongxue placed her soft, fair hand on his shoulder and vigorously kneaded it for him.

"Has Ji Yinyin really recovered completely?" Ji Hongxue asked again, still finding it hard to believe.

An Bulang pointed at Ji Yinyin, whose face was full of comfort and gratitude. "Does she look like someone seriously injured now?"

"I've repaired her ruptured internal organs and shattered bones with Spiritual Energy Threads, and I've stimulated the activity of her cells. As long as she eats and sleeps well from now on, she'll recover completely in less than ten days!"

Ji Yinyin sat up and pounced toward An Bulang. "Brother Bulang, let me massage you!"

"No! Stay away from me!" An Bulang was so frightened by Ji Yinyin's initiative that he threw himself into Ji Hongxue's arms.

"An! Bu! Lang! Don't go too far!"

Ji Hongxue had been giving him a massage when An Bulang's head suddenly plunged against her chest. She had no way to dodge.

An Bulang hurriedly pulled his head back.

Ji Yinyin looked bashful. "Brother Bulang, if not for you, Yinyin might already be dead. I have no way to repay your great kindness and virtue. From now on, Yinyin belongs to you, Brother Bulang..."

"Hiss..." An Bulang sucked in a cold breath.

Ji Hongxue's hand, which had been massaging An Bulang, stopped as well. Her little mouth hung wide enough to fit an entire apple.

Wasn't this offering herself in marriage?!

She knew her younger sister was actually rather strong-willed and dared to act and take responsibility. But she truly had not expected Ji Yinyin to actually dare say it...

This time, it was not only An Bulang who thought of that phrase.

Ji Hongxue thought of it too.

That phrase was: repaying kindness with enmity.

"I know I'm ugly... You'll be embarrassed to take me outside..." Ji Yinyin bit her lower lip tightly. The inferiority and gloom in her eyes flashed past, yet she still stubbornly fought for her chance. "Yinyin can wear a mask! Then no one will call me ugly!"

An Bulang fell silent.

Ji Hongxue thought An Bulang would get angry and was just about to speak to ease the atmosphere.

An Bulang suddenly said, "Do you truly want to follow me?"

Ji Yinyin nodded seriously.

"Why?" An Bulang asked again.

"Among all the people I know, aside from Sister Hongxue, you're the only one who doesn't despise me for being ugly," Ji Yinyin said.

"No, I do despise it," An Bulang said solemnly.

Ji Yinyin: "..."

Ji Hongxue: "..."

Ji Yinyin took a deep breath and smiled uglyly. "But I know you don't hate me. Because of my living environment, I have a strong sensitivity to the hidden emotions of people around me."

"I know your gaze has always been clear when you look at me. You smiled sincerely when you chatted with me in the teahouse. You were angry when you saw me being beaten. You felt sorry for me when you held my injured body..."

"Most importantly, I know that I've fallen for you, An Bulang!"

The incomparably ugly Fifth Princess boldly confessed once again.

Ji Hongxue stood there dumbstruck.

An Bulang looked deeply at Ji Yinyin. "I understand."

"I know I'm ugly, and I can wear a mask. I don't need you to do anything for me. It's enough if I stay by your side as your maid. I can cook, wash clothes, give massages, pound your back, wash your feet..." Ji Yinyin kept talking, stubbornly fighting for that sliver of hope, but a finger suddenly pressed against her lips.

"Enough. Stop emphasizing how ugly you are. I won't take an ugly freak as my maid," An Bulang said.

Ji Yinyin stared blankly at An Bulang as tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

An Bulang looked straight into Ji Yinyin's eyes. "But I can make you beautiful. Do you want to become beautiful?"