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Xiao Bai really did settle down at Xiaozhu Peak.

Lu Xueqi prepared a bamboo hut for her on the west side of the courtyard, next to the kitchen, sunny and quiet.

Xiao Bai didn't stand on ceremony and moved in. She slept until noon every day, and when she woke up, she would order the female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak to bring her food. She wanted roast chicken, grilled fish, wine, and the best of everything.

The female disciples were initially dissatisfied, but they were easily charmed by Xiaobai's few words and later became happy to serve her. They often gathered together to listen to her tell interesting stories from outside.

She would occasionally wander over to Lu Xueqi and Jiang Xiaochuan's bamboo hut, lean against the door, and watch them eat, watch them practice swordsmanship, watch Lu Xueqi comb Jiang Xiaochuan's hair, and watch Jiang Xiaochuan clumsily brew tea for Lu Xueqi. After watching, she would turn around and leave without saying a word.

One day, she came again, leaned against the door, looked at the plum tree in the yard, and suddenly said, "Lu Xueqi, aren't you afraid that I'll live here and one day take him away?"

Lu Xueqi was tying Jiang Xiaochuan's hair when she heard this. Without stopping, she simply said, "You can't take it away from me."

Xiao Bai raised an eyebrow: "So confident?"

Lu Xueqi didn't answer. She just lowered her head, put a wooden hairpin in Jiang Xiaochuan's hair, tidied it up, and then looked up at Xiaobai with a calm and steady gaze.

"He's mine," she said, her voice soft but heavy, like a stone thrown into water.

Xiao Bai looked at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled. The smile was faint and empty.

"Okay, here you go." She nodded, turned and walked away, waving as she went. "I want beggar's chicken tonight, remember to have someone send it to me."

Jiang Xiaochuan watched her figure disappear, then turned to look at Lu Xueqi and whispered, "Xueqi, you..."

"Hmm?" Lu Xueqi lowered her head and continued to tie his hair.

"You're so good to her," Jiang Xiaochuan said.

Lu Xueqi paused for a moment, then looked up at him: "You think it's good?"

"Hmm." Jiang Xiaochuan nodded. "If it were someone else, they definitely wouldn't let her stay."

Lu Xueqi was silent for a moment, then said, "She's very good to you."

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned.

"In southern Xinjiang, she saved you and took care of you," Lu Xueqi continued, her voice calm. "Although she didn't say it, I know that you remember her kindness in your heart."

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Lu Xueqi leaned down and kissed him on the lips, whispering, "So, I'm being good to her because I'm repaying her debt on her behalf."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat. He hugged her, buried his face in her chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Xueqi, you're so good to me."

Lu Xueqi hugged him back without saying a word, only gently patting his back.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom.

……

Xiao Bai sat on the steps in front of her house, tilting her head back and drinking, one sip after another, until the wine jar was empty. She then put it down, looked at the plum tree for a long time, and suddenly chuckled softly.

"Fool," she said, though it was unclear who she was referring to.

A breeze blew, and plum blossoms fell softly, landing on her shoulders and hair. She reached out, picked up a petal, placed it in her palm, looked at it for a while, and then gently blew it away.

The petals swirled and drifted into the distance, disappearing at the end of the bamboo path.

……

Seven days after the wedding.

The bamboo hut was quiet. The red candle had long since gone out, leaving only a tiny wick standing on the bronze stand, covered with cold candle wax. Moonlight streamed in through the window lattice, casting pale patches of light on the floor, like shattered jade.

Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against Lu Xueqi's chest, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Lu Xueqi placed her hand on his waist, her fingertips tracing his name lightly.

Her breathing was slightly erratic, but it was alright. She kept her eyes open, staring at the top of the tent, her gaze empty, as if she were thinking about something, or as if she wasn't thinking about anything at all.

The room still smelled of passion, sticky and warm, permeating the air. The bedding was disheveled, half dragging on the floor and half still wrapped around his body. Jiang Xiaochuan felt a little cold and snuggled closer to Lu Xueqi.

Lu Xueqi noticed and tightened her arms around him, pulling him closer. Her body temperature was very high, warm and cozy, like a small furnace. Jiang Xiaochuan buried his face in the crook of her neck, his nose brushing against her skin, smelling a faint scent of soap and a slight fishy smell after their lovemaking.

"Xueqi." He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.

"Mmm," Lu Xueqi responded, her fingers resting on his waist.

Jiang Xiaochuan remained silent for a while. The moonlight shifted slightly and shone on his eyelids. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

"Sometimes I feel," he said softly, uttering each word slowly, as if he were carefully considering them.

"I'm not good enough for you."

Lu Xueqi didn't speak, but Jiang Xiaochuan felt her hand on his waist stiffen for a moment.

The room became even quieter, so quiet that you could hear the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind outside the window, the chirping of some unknown insect in the distance, and the sound of your own heartbeat, one beat after another, hitting your eardrums.

Then Lu Xueqi moved her hand. She raised her hand, pinched Jiang Xiaochuan's cheek, and pulled it outward with a little force.

Jiang Xiaochuan grunted and opened his eyes to look at her.

Lu Xueqi was also looking at him. The moonlight shone from the side, illuminating half of her face, while the other half was hidden in shadow. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were deep, as deep as a pool of water.

"What's done is done."

She spoke, her voice calm and steady, each word landing like a hammer blow: "Nothing you say will change anything."

She paused, then applied more pressure, and Jiang Xiaochuan felt a slight pain in his cheek, but he didn't flinch.

"If you dare to go back on your word, I'll kill you." Lu Xueqi stared at him and said, word by word.

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped talking. He looked at her for a long time, then his face slowly turned red. He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting two small shadows on his face.

Lu Xueqi released her grip and gently rubbed his face with her fingertips, a movement completely different from the force she had used to pinch him earlier. She sighed and her voice softened.

"Besides," she said, her tone laced with a mixture of mockery and arrogance, "who in this world is worthy of me?"

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his mouth, as if to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

He shut his mouth and buried his face back into Lu Xueqi's neck.

Lu Xueqi's hand returned to his waist, patting it gently as if soothing a child. After a while, she suddenly spoke:

"Did you also think that I would grow old alone?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her.

Lu Xueqi didn't look at him, but at the top of the tent, the moonlight shimmering in her eyes.

"I didn't..." Jiang Xiaochuan said softly.

"You have."

Lu Xueqi interrupted him, her voice soft but firm.

"You all have it, Master, Uncle-Master, Senior Sister, even the Sect Leader Uncle-Master all have it. You all think that I, Lu Xueqi, should spend my whole life alone, with just a sword, guarding Qingyun, guarding this cultivation, and eventually dying in some mountain cave, or at the hands of some demon, and that's it."

She paused, turned to look at him, her eyes serious.