Wei Hui coughed softly, masking the smile that touched his lips. He wanted to kill himself!
Then he couldn't be blamed for striking first.
Hong Tao felt a coolness around his neck, but looking left and right, he detected no danger.
Wei Hui had never used a weapon in his presence, implying he was merely a scholar. How could a scholar truly threaten him?
Hong Tao soon left the room.
Wei Hui pondered for a moment, gently rubbing the cup with his hand.
Killing would stain his clothes. Such troublesome matters were best left to others.
In the past, they would also bring back a few unfortunate girls who had no homes. Xing Yuan's appearance was not abrupt; it drew little attention from most.
"Sister Xing, can you live with us in the dormitory? The side you're staying on is too far from me," Meng Fanyue said, linking arms with Xing Yuan and pouting.
Duan Ling looked away, as if unable to bear it, and pulled Peng Mu away.
Meng Fanyue showed no shyness, boldly taking Xing Yuan's hand and saying sincerely, "Sister, don't worry, I'll give you my bed."
Xing Yuan's mouth twitched, leaving her momentarily speechless.
So, this was how she used to act spoiled?
How could her sister have believed her when she laid out her intentions so plainly?
Yet, when it came to herself, Xing Yuan nodded with a smile.
After all, she also had ulterior motives!
While one hand may not clap on its own, when two people have the same plan, it is bound to succeed.
Meng Fanyue happily led Xing Yuan into her dormitory.
They were quite well-off at the moment. Not every person had their own dormitory, but they had two people per room.
And when it came to Meng Fanyue's turn, there happened to be one person missing. It was perfect for Xing Yuan to move in now.
However...
Meng Fanyue bit her lower lip and looked at Xing Yuan pitifully, "I forgot, the other bed hasn't been tidied yet!
Also, getting bedding and such requires an application, and it will likely take until tomorrow at the earliest. How about, you just make do and share a bed with me for now!"
Xing Yuan doubted she had heard correctly. Why were her sister's tactics so familiar?
She strongly suspected her sister might have memories of the past.
But after carefully observing Meng Fanyue, she found her expression to be completely natural, with no hint of deception.
In such a situation, Xing Yuan's usually inactive brain began to churn uncontrollably.
Perhaps... there was no issue.
If Meng Fanyue were truly the sister from her memories, she wouldn't be so obedient. Their roles would have been reversed long ago.
Xing Yuan felt a sense of relief, her expression becoming more natural. She feigned difficulty, paused for a few seconds, and then slowly nodded, "It seems that's the only way."
Meng Fanyue noticed the hint of compromise in Xing Yuan's tone, her eyes lit up uncontrollably, and the corners of her lips curved upwards.
She tidied the bed with swift efficiency.
That night, although they lay on separate sides, the dormitory bed was small, and they inevitably brushed against each other a few times.
In the darkness, Meng Fanyue's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischievous delight.
"Is it a bit too crowded?" Meng Fanyue asked with a troubled tone after they had brushed against each other a few more times.
"A little," Xing Yuan replied calmly.
Meng Fanyue suddenly reached out, her slender arm encircling Xing Yuan's waist. Her voice was restrained and gentle, "Is it better like this?"
Xing Yuan paused and gave a tacit "Mm."
Sister was indeed sister, taking advantage so righteously.
Xing Yuan grumbled inwardly, but she was actually quite enjoying it.
It was a restless night.
The next day, Xing Yuan yawned repeatedly, appearing quite exhausted, which worried Meng Fanyue, who had slept soundly.
"Was my sleeping posture ungraceful?"
Xing Yuan remained silent for a moment, unsure whether to speak.
It was more than ungraceful! It was as if she wanted to sleep directly on top of her. What's more, based on Xing Yuan's lingering emotions, she didn't even know if she should push her off.
And for some reason, in the morning, Meng Fanyue had consciously rolled over and gotten off her, leaving Xing Yuan no opportunity to collect evidence.
After all, in this era, there were only telephones, no mobile phones for taking pictures or recording videos.
Xing Yuan's silence provided Meng Fanyue with the answer.
She bit her lower lip and smiled sheepishly, "Actually, I'm not usually like this. It's mainly because I'm not used to it."
Meng Fanyue found a seemingly fitting excuse.
Xing Yuan's expression darkened. So, she always wanted to be on top of her?
Xing Yuan's focus was unusual. Fortunately, Meng Fanyue couldn't hear her thoughts.
Otherwise... she would have become even more presumptuous.
After all, she had admired her since she was young!
Meng Fanyue also didn't have time to linger around Xing Yuan all day. Within a few days of her return, daily training had already begun.
Duan Ling was busy investigating the person behind the scenes who was causing them trouble. During the day, Xing Yuan could barely see anyone around her.
Xing Yuan lowered her gaze, unconcerned by this.
One day, she picked up a small orange cat from the roadside, and from then on, the kitten became her beloved pet.
A nation in disarray, how could there be a home?
This was something she had read in books, but those who had truly witnessed that period of history knew deeply that these things could not be described with words.
The land was ravaged, and seeing frozen corpses on the road was not uncommon.
In a world where merely surviving was a luxury, there were still many people who cared only for their own interests.
Xing Yuan did not care. She had lived for too long and witnessed countless wars. Initially, she would try to save the falling edifice with her own strength.
But later, she understood compromise. A single person's strength was ultimately limited.
Moreover, every time a war ended, the nation's strength would undergo a qualitative leap, even if many people had to die before that.
Xing Yuan never considered herself a good person, but each time, she would still soften her heart.
When the news of Duan Ling's imprisonment arrived, Xing Yuan was bathing the kitten.
And this news reached her ears through so many people.
She remained silent for a long time, even letting the water in the basin turn cold again before drying the wet kitten's fur.
As she stood up, she remembered the woman who always had a million questions.
She shouldn't have intervened. She should have watched from the sidelines as this happened. However, having taken pity, it was difficult for her to do so.
Especially because her sister also cared about that woman. If she were in trouble, her sister would also be sad.
Xing Yuan sighed softly, rolling up her sleeves. It seemed she would have to proactively resolve this troublesome matter.
If all else failed, she still had her martial prowess.