God's Gift

Ning Jin raised his eyes and glared at Fang Ling, then took the chestnut cake from his hand and put it aside, then went to the house to get a pot of wine and poured it on Fang Ling's wound.

In an instant, Fang Ling's expression was distorted with pain, but he didn't dare to withdraw his hand, so he could only let Ning Jin clean his wound.

"Does it hurt?" Ning Jin raised his eyes to look at Fang Ling and asked in a light tone.

"No..." Fang Ling subconsciously wanted to show off, but seeing Ning Jin's serious expression, he immediately changed his words and said, "It hurts."

Ning Jin then withdrew his gaze, slowed down his movements, cleaned the dust off the wound, and sprinkled a layer of medicine powder on it.

Fang Ling lowered her eyes and watched Ning Jin's delicate movements. Her clear eyes were like the lake water under the scorching sun in spring, with layers of warmth spreading out. She said softly, "Ajin is so nice."

"That's nothing good." Ning Jin didn't care, he just said, "My brother used to be so careless, he was always injured, I treated him for him, practice makes perfect and I got better at it."

Ning Jin raised his eyes and looked at Fang Ling. Seeing his scorching and focused gaze, he was stunned for a moment and then immediately looked away, saying as if nothing had happened:

"You are a son of the City Lord's Mansion, you should have grown up in a honeypot. It's just a bandage, why do you have to be so moved?"

Fang Ling just smiled after hearing what Ning Jin said, and said with emotion: "I didn't feel much before, but now I think I was really raised in a honey pot."

"My parents were very kind to me. They indulged me in everything. Gusu was prosperous and free from disasters. I had no idea of ​​the sufferings of the world. Although I was a knight who helped the world, I had never experienced the sufferings of the world firsthand."

"Now that I think about it, I'm luckier than most people in this world,"

"After my state of mind changed, I felt that everything was my blessing. Even when Ajin bandaged my wound, I felt extremely grateful."

Ning Jin stopped what he was doing, looked up at Fang Ling carefully for a while, and then asked with a chuckle:

"Why are you saying these things all of a sudden? What happened to make you become a different person? Why are you so sad?"

Fang Ling smiled again, "Maybe it's because I'm going to marry Ajin. I have so many things to think about, and suddenly I feel like I've grown a lot older."

Ning Jin's smile faltered, and he quietly changed the subject, "Why do you come to the mansion every day recently? Didn't you say that we can't see each other before the wedding?"

Fang Ling seemed not to notice Ning Jin's stiff expression. She took the powder from her hand as if nothing had happened, picked up a handkerchief to wipe off the powder that accidentally stained her fingers, and said with a smile:

"Because I think life is short. If I am trapped by the secular world and stick to those rules and don't come to see Ajin, I will have fewer days to see Ajin in the future."

"When I think about it this way, I feel like I've suffered a great loss, so I won't observe these false formalities anymore and will come directly to see Ajin."

Ning Jin raised her eyes and looked at Fang Ling. Noticing her gaze, Fang Ling stopped what she was doing and gave Ning Jin a bright and sincere smile.

The sunlight fell through the wall of the hair salon and onto his skin, which had been cold and sick for years. Ning Jin actually felt a little too hot.

But she hadn't felt the cold or the warmth for nearly a hundred years.

"It's only a few days." Ning Jin retracted his gaze and responded softly, "It's not that important."

Fang Ling shook her head and said seriously, "Every day I can see Ajin is very important to me."

Ning Jin calmed down. After a long while, he put the chestnut cakes that Fang Ling brought back into the house and said to Fang Ling:

"Brother will be angry if he knows you came to see me secretly. The things have been delivered. You can go back first."

Fang Ling was not angry at being driven away by Ning Jin. She just nodded to Ning Jin and said, "I'll listen to you, Ajin. I'll go back now."

After saying that, he left the yard step by step under Ning Jin's gaze.

After he left, Ah Li, who had been lying in the bushes, turned into a human form. He looked at the figure disappearing in the corner and said to Ning Jin:

"This silly boy really likes Ajin."

Ning Jin gave Ali a reproachful look and said, "Why do you call others like that?"

"He's just a silly boy." Ali snorted and sat down next to Ning Jin, saying puzzledly, "I don't know why Ning Yue wanted to arrange a marriage for you two."

Ning Jin did not answer this question, but asked: "Which soul did you find?"

Hearing Ning Jin ask this question, Ali said seriously: "Now I have found the soul of Maomu, but Chenjin is still nowhere to be found."

"Ajin, time is running out. Is there any other way for me to find the Chenjin Soul directly among the crowd?"

"Chen Jin." Ning Jin's expression did not show any surprise, as if he had expected such a result.

She raised her eyes to look at Ali, her eyes thoughtful. After a while, she took out a piece of dried black jade from her sleeve and put it into Ali's hand, saying:

"This is a fire stone. It controls metal. If it is close to a person whose fate is metal, this stone will turn red, like burning fire."

"Although I can't help you identify who it is directly, it can save you a lot of trouble."

"Thank you, Ajin." A Li looked at the stone in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I will go find the remaining guarding spirits now."

After saying that, she just turned around and was about to leave, but then she remembered something and said to Ning Jin:

"Ajin, I saw the shop that made your wedding dress delivered a set of wedding dresses today, but wasn't your wedding dress delivered a few days ago? But if you are not satisfied with it, I will help you find another embroiderer."