Beauty Is All That Matters

The master's words thoroughly broke Fu Siwen's heart. She stared blankly in the direction the master had left, her eyes filled with confusion.

Su Minghui hurried over to comfort her. "Siwen, don't listen to her nonsense. She's not the only master in the Imperial Capital. We can find someone else!"

Su Minghui's words brought focus back to Fu Siwen's eyes. She blinked, and large tears fell one after another. "Huihui, what if everything she said was true? What am I supposed to do?"

Su Minghui did not know how to answer, because although the master's words had been unpleasant to hear, they were exactly the same as what her own son had said.

Could nothing really be done to stop the tragedy from happening?

Chu Xuan had heard what the master said as well, but he remained calm.

Because of his illness, Chu Xuan had always been more mature than children his age. Nearly every year, someone said he would not live to see the next one. His fear had long since been replaced by habit.

But seeing Fu Siwen cry still made him miserable, and he quickly ran over to hug her.

"Mom, don't cry. I won't die. I'll try my best to keep living and stay with all of you."

He had survived all these years. As long as he kept persevering, year after year, Mom and Dad would not be so sad, right?

Chu Yanxiao began crying too. He ran over and hugged Chu Xuan's leg, repeating, "Don't let Brother die! Don't let Brother die!"

The family cried together in a heap. Su Leyun was so anxious that he wanted to speak, but when the words reached his lips, they turned into a child's "ah, ah" sounds. Unfortunately, no one here could understand baby talk.

He tried hard to stretch out his arm, wanting to touch Chu Xuan. Yet every time he was about to succeed, Chu Xuan would shift position and continue crying, perfectly avoiding his touch.

Don't dodge! If you touch me, you can keep living!

Bai Ze was a divine beast that warded off evil and misfortune. Ordinary demons and ghosts could not come near him. Because of this, as long as Chu Xuan came into contact with him, even if he could not immediately restore Chu Xuan's fate that had been switched by someone else, he could still ensure Chu Xuan's safety for several years.

As long as Chu Xuan did not die, there would always come a day when they caught the true culprit. They could switch his fate back then.

The moment such a heaven-defying evil spell was broken, the one who cast it would suffer backlash and explode to death. Therefore, the urgent priority was to save Chu Xuan's life first.

Upon hearing this, Su Minghui quickly set Su Leyun on the sofa. As she helped Fu Siwen up, she asked Chu Xuan, "Xuanxuan, I'm taking your mother upstairs to rest. Help me watch your little brother, and don't let him fall off the sofa."

Although Chu Xuan wanted very much to accompany his mother back to her room, he knew she needed some quiet time alone. Obediently, he went over to the sofa and sat down with his back against it.

Looking at the head so close to him, Su Leyun's eyes lit up with excitement.

Now!

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Chu Xuan's hair. At the same time, he held his breath and focused, drawing upon the little spiritual energy remaining in his tiny body.

The instant he grabbed Chu Xuan, the black aura around Chu Xuan began to tremble violently. After roughly two or three seconds, it traveled along their touching hands, burrowed into Su Leyun's palm, and disappeared.

Su Leyun released him. His eyelids felt unbearably heavy. He yawned, tilted his head to one side, and fell asleep just like that.

To everyone else, Chu Xuan had merely had his hair tugged by a child. But Chu Xuan felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort, as if his entire body had been thoroughly cleansed. Every limb and bone felt clear and unblocked.

Seeing Su Leyun succeed, Su Minghui cheered inwardly.

Still, she did not dare be certain that this would truly allow Chu Xuan to live. She was merely treating a dead horse as if it were alive.

That evening, when Father Chu returned from work, Fu Siwen told him what had happened during the day. She cried again in his arms. With Father Chu's comfort, Fu Siwen pulled herself together once more and began searching for new masters, while Su Minghui asked everyone in her social circle.

However, those who were truly capable mostly stayed out of worldly affairs. The people they found afterward were either swindlers trying their luck for money or half-baked practitioners who could only see the surface of things.

Yet after that day, Chu Xuan's health improved more and more. His complexion grew rosier by the day, he coughed less when walking around the house, and most noticeably, he became easily hungry.

Chu Xuan had been in poor health and could not digest anything he ate, so his appetite had always been very small. Sometimes he was so weak that he could only rely on nutrient solution to sustain his life. That was why even when he ate one extra bowl of porridge in the morning, his parents would wonder whether something was wrong with him.

No matter what delicacies had once been placed before him, he had never cared. Now, the moment he smelled food, his mouth would start watering like mad.

Fu Siwen simply found it baffling. "Xuanxuan, this is already your third bowl of rice. Are you sure you're okay?"

Chu Xuan kept his head down and ate. "Mom, I'm still not full."

Though she did not understand why, a child being able to eat was better than being unable to eat. Happily, she placed more food on Chu Xuan's plate. "All right, all right. As long as you can eat, have more. Just don't make yourself uncomfortable."

Su Minghui found it strange as well. Could it really be because Chu Xuan had touched Su Leyun that day?

This was too miraculous. Could one touch cure every illness?

Though astonished, Su Minghui was happy that Chu Xuan's health was improving. After all, only if Chu Xuan was well would Fu Siwen not be sad.

Over the next few days, Su Minghui came up with every excuse she could think of. Whenever she had the chance, she had Chu Xuan stay by Su Leyun's side. She thought that if a single touch had restored him this much, perhaps more contact could fully cure him.

Chu Xuan also liked this beautiful little brother. Although Su Leyun could not speak yet, for some reason, Chu Xuan always felt peaceful and comfortable whenever he was near him. So he enjoyed staying with Su Leyun too, happily keeping him company every time. It made Chu Yanxiao, who had always worried that his older brother might die, frown.

"Brother, move over. I want to play with toys with my little wife." Chu Yanxiao plopped down between them, trying to squeeze Chu Xuan aside.

Chu Xuan did not argue with him, though he was a little confused. "Why do you call Lele your little wife? Can a boy be a wife too?"

"Of course. As long as they're pretty, that's all that matters."

Chu Yanxiao clearly had his own understanding of what a "wife" was. Chu Xuan smiled and did not argue with him, quietly watching his two younger brothers play nearby.

With such frequent contact, during the days Su Minghui stayed with the Chu Family, Chu Xuan's health visibly improved every day. Even his height, which had not increased in a long time, shot up by a whole centimeter.