Chapter 105: The Matter of the Severe Injury

She looked at me anxiously, her voice soft and trembling. “Junior brother, how... how are you feeling?”

“How could I be feeling? Try it yourself—several ribs broken, my arm slashed in multiple places, bedridden from serious injuries, someone gripping the wounded arm tightly without letting go, shaking me violently, then suddenly releasing without a word, causing my head to slam hard against the bed rail. You try that and see how you feel.”

For a moment, I forgot who I was and ignored the anxious woman before me—the same fairy who had just slapped me several times, so fiercely that even in my injured state I felt compelled to bow to her.

After I finally stopped yelling, I looked up to find her gazing at me with a dazed expression. Our eyes met, and to my surprise, her cheeks flushed faintly. Is it unusually hot today? Why would she suddenly turn red for no reason?

I stared at her in confusion, unable to understand the cause of this unexpected blush.

“Ahem... ahem...”

A few light coughs sounded, and I saw Senior Brother Sanshi and rosy-cheeked Dumpling appear at the door.

“Sorry to intrude,” Sanshi said leisurely as he led Dumpling inside.

Lan Duo’er’s face flushed even deeper than before. She gave me a resentful glare and hurriedly turned to leave.

How utterly baffling! That was the truest reflection of my feelings at this moment.

“You daft?” Sanshi winked at me with a grin. “Duo’er has left. Junior brother, you should pull your gaze back now.”

Pull it back? To look at him and his ‘broken sleeve’?

I shifted my eyes to Dumpling beside him, concern softening my tone. “Dumpling, did that madwoman hurt you just now?”

Sanshi’s mouth twitched sharply at my words.

Dumpling nodded meekly. “It hurts.”

Oh dear, poor little one. If I weren’t so crippled, I’d rush forward to hold him.

After hesitating briefly, I felt guilty and asked, “When that madwoman hit you, didn’t Uncle Senior Brother come to help? Did Dumpling think Uncle Senior Brother was cruel for not stepping in?”

“No.” Dumpling shook his head sincerely, voice gentle. “Dumpling knows Uncle Senior Brother was badly hurt by that demon and couldn’t even move in bed. Even if he wanted to help, he had no strength. So Dumpling doesn’t think Uncle Senior Brother is cruel.”

My eyelid twitched, a grimace tugged at my lips, and my smile froze as I glared angrily at the effeminate Senior Brother beside me.

“Did you tell Dumpling I was seriously injured by a demon and bedridden?”

“Ahem...” Sanshi coughed again, avoiding my gaze. “Everyone on Lingyun Mountain knows by now. The person who told Dumpling might not necessarily be me.”

“You, you, you...” I ground my teeth, itching to bite him, furious beyond measure. “If the disciples on Lingyun Mountain know, it’s because of you!”

He refused to admit it, dodging my eyes and whispering, “Maybe they heard it from others—those who, like me, met the Sect Leader and Junior Brother when they returned to the mountain gate. It could be.”

“Lies.”

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