Fairy, Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Blind

Chapter 96: Master’s Wife’s Comfort

“Master’s Wife…”

A whisper as faint as a mosquito’s hum instantly brought a glimmer of light back to He Shutong’s dim eyes.

He Shutong didn’t understand the change in her emotions. She could only continue to wipe You Su’s sweat, using the action to mask a hint of relief.

You Su hadn’t completely given up on her. That was enough.

In You Su’s dream, the world was a chaotic mess.

The sky and earth were inverted, fire and water collided violently across the land.

These scenes, whether from ancient times or the distant future, left You Su disoriented. Amid the overwhelming darkness, he walked alone toward his throne, surrounded by ruins and scattered limbs.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed him. He turned to look, but the hand had no owner—it seemed to stretch from the horizon.

Without hesitation, he grasped the hand, for the throne only brought him coldness and emptiness…

He Shutong’s delicate hand trembled slightly. She had only meant to stop his aimless flailing, but she hadn’t expected You Su, in his unconscious state, to suddenly grip her hand. Thinking about it, this was the first time in her two hundred years of life that she had direct skin contact with a man.

The strange sensation made her instinctively want to pull her hand back, but You Su held on tightly, as if clutching a lifeline. He Shutong couldn’t bring herself to use her cultivation to break free. Seeing You Su shake his head in pain, her heart softened, and she allowed him to keep holding her hand.

She gazed at You Su’s face, as if hearing the young man’s restrained calls of “Master’s Wife, Master’s Wife.” She didn’t know how long she had been holding his hand like this.

You Su’s eyelashes fluttered, and he finally woke up.

More than the intense pain in his body, what caught You Su’s attention was the familiar yet unfamiliar haze before his eyes.

The haze, which had once been impenetrable, now allowed faint light to seep through. At this moment, he could vaguely make out large patches of light.

For example, he could now faintly see the outline of the ceiling above. With such vision, even if he were to walk outside without relying on his perception, You Su believed he wouldn’t stumble.

Suddenly, a delicate fragrance wafted into his nose. You Su remembered this scent—it was the unforgettable fragrance of his Master’s Wife.

Only then did he realize he was holding something. The touch was cool and smooth, and if this was a hand, it could truly be described as “jade-like skin, clear and without sweat.”

Realizing what he was holding, You Su quickly let go. Since childhood, he had never dared to make such a presumptuous gesture toward his Master’s Wife. He immediately tried to sit up and apologize, but the sudden movement aggravated his injuries, causing him to cry out in pain.

He Shutong’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. She raised her jade-like hand, and a gentle force of energy supported You Su, easing him back down.

“I am your Master’s Wife, not an enemy. You’re out of danger now, so lie down and rest,” He Shutong said softly, thinking that You Su was still in a state of alertness from the battle, which was why he had tried to get up as soon as he woke.

He Shutong felt even more guilty. She hadn’t been by You Su’s side when he was in danger, yet she had rushed over, claiming she would save him. In the end, she had done nothing.

Hearing the familiar, cool voice, You Su recalled the time his Master’s Wife had saved him from the City Lord Liu.

The moment the Dream-Eating Ghost appeared, he had understood everything. His Master’s Wife had never been possessed by evil; it had all been a lie fabricated by the monster in his mind.

But now, was he truly out of danger…?

“Master’s Wife…”

You Su’s voice dragged out, as if he were on the verge of tears.

He Shutong was slightly taken aback. The emotions in You Su’s call were too complex—dependency, inquiry, gratitude, and even a hint of reproach…

A strong impulse surged within her. He Shutong desperately wanted to respond to You Su’s call, but she didn’t know how to put it into words. The most direct way was through action, so she took the initiative to hold his hand, wanting him to know she was there.

“Mmm.”

This action, which outsiders would never believe the Lotus Sword Venerable capable of, didn’t make He Shutong uncomfortable. Instead, she felt a sense of joy at her own initiative. The ice was beginning to melt, and she would do everything in her power to reclaim the young man who needed her.

“Master’s Wife, I’m so tired…”

Feeling the care conveyed through her touch, You Su’s nose tingled, and the weight of everything he had endured finally broke through his defenses. He was only an eighteen-year-old youth, after all, and he had pushed himself to the limit to survive until now.

Now that he had a safe harbor to rely on, he let down all his guards, and tears streamed down his face.

He Shutong was at a loss. To her, You Su was just a pitiful blind boy, nearly two hundred years her junior. He had been orphaned from a young age, raised by an unreliable master, and then entrusted to her, who was even more unreliable.

The suffering he had endured should have been resolved by her, but she had failed, even considering handing him over to someone else. This was all her fault, and guilt overwhelmed her. Yet, she had no way to vent this guilt, nor did she know how to comfort the weeping young man before her.

Almost instinctively, as if a maternal instinct had awakened, she gently leaned down and pulled the tearful You Su into her embrace.

He Shutong’s demeanor was cold, but her body was warm. You Su’s tears paused for only a moment. The enchanting fragrance at the tip of his nose and the soft warmth against his cheek made him feel as if he had fallen into a beautiful dream he never wanted to wake from. He clung to this dream, freely releasing all the emotions he had suppressed during this time.

“Are you… really my Master’s Wife?” You Su’s muffled voice came through.

“Of course I am,” He Shutong replied firmly.

The young man, rarely showing his vulnerable side, had done so in front of her. This made her feel both secretly pleased and deeply pained. She gently wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him even tighter.

“Master’s Wife, I have so many questions I want to ask you. Can I ask them?”

This sentence pierced He Shutong’s heart. Even now, the young man was still being polite, seeking her permission before speaking.

“Mmm.”

“Master’s Wife, have you not been here for a long time?”

“Mmm…”

“Then have you been communicating with me through a voice-transmitting stone?”

“Not all the time…”

“Do you really have no cultivation?”

“Before… I really didn’t.”

“Master’s Wife, why did you lie to me…? I almost never got to see you again that day…”

“I… I didn’t mean to lie to you. You just never asked, so I didn’t tell you…”

“Master’s Wife… who are you, really?”

“I…”

At that moment, a sudden, delicate voice interrupted He Shutong before she could finish:

“What… are you two doing?!”