After eating, Xi Qingqing helped heal Xue Xi’s injuries. Only then did his mind start working properly again.
“There’s no medicine at home. I’ll go buy some.”
He stood up, but she pulled him back.
“No need. Sit.”
His eyes followed her wrist. Her fair, slender wrist looked strong and steady.
Thinking about what had just happened, his heart started beating fast.
He wanted to ask her how she suddenly became so powerful.
But before he could speak, she raised her hand. Her spiritual power wrapped around his body.
He could feel the energy entering him, and his face turned red.
When she finished healing him, he was completely fine—but his face was as red as a chili.
“Is it that hot?” she asked, looking at the sky.
Xue Xi felt like steam was rising from his head. He jumped up.
“I’ll go wash the dishes!”
After a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
He came back and hesitated.
“Do you remember how we met?”
Xi Qingqing didn’t.
【System, check.】
【It’s not written in the book.】
Xi Qingqing: “…”
She pinched his cheek.
“What? Do you think I’m fake?”
“I…”
“If your master becomes stronger, shouldn’t you be happy?” She leaned close to his ear and gently blew on it, smiling. “Or do you not like me like this?”
Xue Xi: “!”
His face turned bright red. He stared at her, speechless.
Many questions filled his mind, but he couldn’t say anything.
After a long pause, he awkwardly changed the topic:
“About Qingshui Town… are you going back?”
“Yes,” she said.
He paused, then said slowly,
“Then… I’ll go with you?”
She bent down and pinched his cheek again. It felt soft.
“Sure. By the way, tell Jiang Fei to help me move. This place has nothing. He needs to go back to town anyway to rewrite the divorce agreement.”
Xue Xi suddenly felt unhappy.
“Are you really divorcing Jiang Fei?”
“Why ask him to help? I can help too.”
“We’re not divorced yet,” she said calmly. “And this kind of thing isn’t decided by just one person.”
She saw her reflection in his eyes.
The original owner was very beautiful, a little like her old self.
She thought, Before leaving, she should do something for the original owner.
…
Over the next few days, Xi Qingqing packed everything in the hut.
There wasn’t much: two blankets, some clothes, a big knife, some ropes—probably Jiang Fei’s.
There were also some torn boards, which she didn’t plan to take.
There was a small fridge filled with frozen meat.
Jiang Fei had stored it, preparing for winter when hunting would be harder.
Jiang Fei didn’t say anything about moving. He still went out hunting every day.
But he stopped eating raw meat. When Xi Qingqing cooked, he would wait quietly for his portion.
They weren’t stupid. Her cooking was far better than what they used to eat.
She thought, once she got to town and had more ingredients, she would completely win them over with food.
After lunch, she got ready and said to Xue Xi:
“Go tell Mo Fuqing.”
Since she first arrived, she hadn’t seen him again.
Did snake-beasts hibernate in winter too?
What if he fell asleep somewhere and got eaten by another animal?
Or got into trouble?
That would be a headache.
Xue Xi was washing clothes, not daring to look at her.
She only had one white dress before. Now she was wearing his clothes.
His face turned red as he lowered his head.
“Okay!”
She noticed something strange and looked at him.
His head was almost down to his knees!
She leaned closer and lifted his chin, though he resisted strongly.
“Look at me!”
After struggling, he finally raised his head.
His face and ears were completely red.
She paused, then suddenly thought of something.
“Is it your heat period?”
“No!” he shouted, standing up quickly and splashing water on her.
“Why are you shy?” she laughed. “I’ll buy you suppressants.”
In this world, there were cheap and effective suppressants for that.
Xue Xi froze.
“You… will buy suppressants?”
His voice trembled in disbelief.
She looked at him carefully.
“You don’t want to go further with me, right?”
He frowned.
“But you and Mo Fuqing…”
“That was an accident,” she said. “And you two are different.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Even though things had been peaceful lately, she knew—
Xue Xi had not truly accepted her yet.
It was not the right time.
“Don’t worry. I respect you,” she said with a bright smile.
His lips tightened.
Too many questions filled his mind, but when he looked at her, he felt nervous.
Even if he asked, she wouldn’t answer.
To her, he was just someone to pass time with.
“Don’t forget to call Mo Fuqing back to help move,” she reminded him.
He nodded again.
After a while, he finished washing and packed the clothes.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“You go first. I want to walk alone.”
“You’ll be alone?”
“Yes.”
She raised her hand. A small leaf rested on her palm. With a flick, it shot out and pierced a tree in the distance.
Xue Xi was shocked.
After a moment, he said,
“Alright. I’ll come back soon, Master.”
She nodded.
After he left, Xi Qingqing walked to a quiet place with a good view of the mountains and water.
She took a shovel from her space and started digging.
When she finished, she took out a white dress—exactly the same as the one Xue Xi had washed.
“The worlds are different, but the clothes look the same. Good thing I have spiritual power,” she said.
She smiled gently.
“You probably don’t want to go back to Qingshui Town. So I’ll say goodbye to you here.”
If not for everything that happened, the original owner could have lived a better life.