Song Wen's pupils constricted slightly. Like an arrow loosed from the bowstring, he sprang sharply off Bai Wei and retreated several zhang before his feet touched the ground.
He stared at Bai Wei warily and explained, "Senior Bai Wei, please do not misunderstand. I was treating your injuries just now. Though I offended you, it was out of necessity. Otherwise, your divine soul might already have dispersed."
Bai Wei was far calmer than Song Wen had expected. She slowly rose to her feet.
"You need not explain too much, little friend. I understand my own condition."
As she spoke, she clasped her hands in salute, gratitude on her face.
"Thank you for saving my life, little friend."
Song Wen relaxed, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.
He had originally thought Bai Wei would be quite furious.
After all, she had once strictly forbidden Qiao Mengyu from having too much contact with him. That was enough to show how much she disliked men, much less overly intimate contact with one.
"Senior, your immortal bearing is like polished jade, pure and exquisite beyond the dust of this world, making one forget all vulgarity at the sight of you. The very first time I saw you, I concluded that you were an upright and open-hearted person, one who would never repay kindness with enmity. Now, it seems I was indeed right."
The corners of Bai Wei's lips curved slightly, a faint smile resting there.
"You flatter me, little friend."
"Every word this junior spoke is true. There was not the slightest falsehood." Song Wen's tone was sincere, his gaze burning.
Bai Wei waved a hand. Her gaze lingered on Song Wen's face for a moment before she asked gently, "I see exhaustion and weariness between your brows. Is it because you