This was supposed to be the original novel's plot: the heroine's cannon-fodder simp, her fiancé, and her unattainable love were all sharing one carriage, leaving the heroine out in the cold.
The plot had gone off the rails all the way to the Pacific.
Even more absurdly, the Heavenly Dao seemed completely unresponsive?
Was it because he was about to die, so it was letting him go wild one last time?
Xiao Qinghe trembled.
"My disciple, are you cold?"
Bai Yuqing wrapped the white robe more tightly around him. Seeing his clenched fists and pale fingertips, he frowned.
The next second, he took Xiao Qinghe's hands and enclosed them between his own palms.
A trace of concern showed in his cool, aloof eyes.
"Why are you suddenly cold? Have your wounds not healed?"
As he spoke, he reached to pull open Xiao Qinghe's collar and inspect his injuries.
Xiao Qinghe suddenly felt a chill.
He looked up and met Xie Jun's icy stare.
Xiao Qinghe: "..."
What's with that expression like you're ready to murder someone and take their place?!
"Master, I'm fine."
If you keep stripping me, I might not be!
Why is my life so hard?!
Bai Yuqing did not insist. He merely leaned against the carriage wall, then had Xiao Qinghe move closer, draping an arm loosely behind his back and resting a jade-white palm against the back of his head.
"Come closer to me. The road is bumpy, and your wounds haven't healed. Don't let yourself get knocked about."
Xiao Qinghe felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles.
Sure, his master was concerned about him, but that doting undertone...
Just think about it.
Really think about it.
"He doesn't want to. Why are you forcing him?" Xie Jun demanded through gritted teeth.
There